Dom Wars - Round One (12 page)

Oh fuck.

Tara's brows went higher with each bit of information. "But wait, why does Lucian have to be the Dom? I'm a Dom too, maybe even better than he is. Right, babe?"

My
stomach was in knots with this news. Especially with knowing how fucking fantastic a sub Tara wasn't. "We might want to talk about this, Tara."

"
Talk about what?"

"
Who is more qualified."

"
But I'm not good at subbing, cant' you?"

"
We'll talk about it later."

She rolled her eyes.
"Fine. But if you think about it, you'll recall how well I did with Domming. I—"

"
Tara!" I glared at her with raised brows. "Can we talk about it later?"

She stared at me, her mouth open, looking from me to the woman standing there with a huge
knowing grin.

"
Ohhh, she gone get
sold!
Watch!" This from the phlegm woman followed by loud laughter. "Who wants to bet?" Chatter and laughter immediately erupted in the room in agreement.

"
Fine. Fine, I'll be quiet. I'll talk later, we'll talk later. And make the right decision. Tara's mouth finally shut as she stared at me and I could only assume she'd gotten the message I'd been telepathically screaming at her.

"
What?" she nearly mouthed.

Dear God was there ever a more perfect picture of un-submissiveness? 

She flicked her finger between the two of us.
"We need to talk about this."

All the joy and rapture I
'd felt five minutes earlier when we were announced the winners, slowly fizzled away.  We'd gone from the fun and rush of the Pony Express to the fear and complexity of a runaway train full of horse shit.