You don’t breathe hard. You don’t even blink hard. Trust me on this, if you fail me, you fail yourself, understood?”She opened her mouth to answ...er, but something in my face told her that it would not be good for her. Not good at all. She closed her mouth and then slowly and carefully nodded her head while her eyes never left my own.I could tell by the sudden increase in the smell of her arousal, that this was and would be, the perfect way to deal with her.The way things were going, it was. Happy to have her husband all back to herself. I could see her thinking, trying to find the words to express her feelings.“It was hard, honey. Watching you and Grace. Like that. Making love. Kissing, looking at each other like that.”Sometimes you can overthink these things, so instead, I just spoke from the heart, not allowing myself to think or filter. Just sharing with Sue how it was.“Honey, Grace is sweet and pretty, and playful like a naughty sexy kitten. But she’s not even in the same. Help of some kind before attempting to take her on. Blood Fang..." Rachel said trying to make him see reason. Only now did she realize the error she had just made. Paul was obviously not thinking clearly."Where is she?" Paul said with a snarl.Startled Rachel backed away, and Paul followed. His eyes had changed, becoming wolfish.Licking her lips she tried to control her fear, knowing that it only excite him. The last thing she wanted to do was become his prey. Rachel told him, not expecting him. "You want to be my bitch?" She asked tauntingly. The words clung to me like a morning fog to the grass. Was this my moment of decision? The discussions at Hamilton Hall last night rushed through my mind. What did I want? I decided this was a good time to find out. I turned to face her, not expecting anything far out of the ordinary for we were in a public place."Well?" she questioned impatiently, "Answer me, slut." She was deadly serious.I started to stammer, stopped and nervously nodded.