This was painfully awkward—a kind of awkwardness that made my skin crawl, a discomfort so intense it felt like my whole body was cringing. All I wanted was to get the hell out of there, but I couldn't. Gabrielle was absolutely fuming.
I didn't even know it was possible to piss off a woman who was already dominated. When a woman was fully dominated, she was supposed to be yours completely—only having sex with you, loving you, offering herself to you, body and soul. But apparently, that didn't come with a perk for dealing with Gabrielle's... uh, simmering anger that was bubbling just below the surface. I guess you can't really dominate those kinds of feelings, huh?
"Have I told you why I hate her so much?" she suddenly asked.
"No," I replied.
I couldn't remember. Maybe she had mentioned it before. No, I was pretty sure she hadn't. But even if she did, she might not have given me all the details.
