Chapter 263

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Cattie said, her tone becoming hard. I don’t think I’d ever heard someone speak like she did. It was authoritative, commanding, and self-confident. It was ... Imperious. I know the word, but I’d never actually heard it like that before. “Your excuse for fucking my sister is that we played Dom-Sub games?”

“They aren’t games,” Heather said. “You’re my sub!”

There was a moment of silence, and I could picture Cattie glaring daggers at Heather above us.

“Come on, Cattie,” Cassidy whispered quietly, willing her love to her best friend. “You’ve got this.”

“I’d never call myself perfect, Heather,” Cattie said, still with that imperious tone. “No one is perfect. But I know I’m worth more than that. I am a beautiful woman who takes care of herself and always strives to be better. I’m educated. I’m ambitious, but not to the detriment of my partner. I believe in compromise and loving completely. I’m generous with my time, and my money, and I will do just about anything for my partner. Which are all things I wish I could say you ever were like, Heather. I wish you cared about anything other than yourself and your ego. I wish you’d been giving, at all, in any part of our life together. You’re a selfish person, and a selfish partner, and a selfish lover. I am worth more than you ever cared to give, and now I think I’m probably worth more than you can give even if you tried.”

There was another long moment of tense silence before Heather responded. “Fuck me? Fuck you, Cattie. Seriously, you’ve got some Goddamn nerve talking to me like that. If you ever want to make up for this, it starts with an apology right fucking now. And I don’t mean just a little one, I mean you need to get on your knees and fucking beg me, and then you need to lick my fucking toes as you beg me to keep being your Mistress. If you don’t do that right now, we’re done. Over. I’m never even thinking about you again.”

There it was. Heather, somehow, didn’t realize that this wasn’t just a fight. She’d fooled herself into thinking that she still held the power, that Cattie was just too good, or weak, or something, that she wouldn’t break up with her. Now I realized why Cattie really didn’t want me or Cass around for it - it wasn’t because we would have antagonized Heather more and made things harder. If anything, Cattie wanted her antagonized.

She needed to do this by herself because she needed to take command of her own destiny. Her own life. Heather didn’t realize it yet, but she’d given Cattie everything she wanted. Every piece of closure she could need to be sure about the decision. And I knew Cattie had to be hurting, that getting all of this was tearing a hole in her sweet heart, but she was willing to pay that price for this.

“Heather,” Cattie said. “Eat an actual tractor-trailer of dicks. Not only do I absolutely refuse to do all that, but I reject every ounce of what you want with every inch of my being. You are not my mistress or my dom. You aren’t my partner, my lover, or even my friend. We won’t be those lesbian friends who see each other at bars and are friendly, or stumble into bed every once in a while. I don’t like you, and I don’t want you in my life.”