Domesticated by Jettie Woodruff

did you want?”
    “Nothing. You could let me know what you’re doing. I was worried about you.”
    “Garrison. I’m fine.”
    “You need to check your phone and call me back.”
    “I would have. I just got in the door,” I lied, sort of. I did just get in the door.
    “Okay. I’m sorry. I just worry. I should send Olivia out there.”
    “No! I don’t need Olivia. I’m fine. I’ll talk to you later. I want to go shower.”
    “Okay, answer your phone tomorrow.”
    “I will.” Making sure the call ended, I turned back to Sam. “Sorry about that.”
    “Is he mean to you? Does he hit you?”
    I almost laughed. “God, no. Garrison doesn’t have a mean bone in his body.”
    “Then I don’t understand this. Why doesn’t he take care of those needs?”
    “I want you to do things Garrison wouldn’t do.”
    “Like what?”
    “Like spank me, eat me out, put it in my ass, tell me to suck your cock.”
    “Jesus, Kendra. Tell me how you really feel?” Sam said, shifting on the step to look at me.
    “I am. That’s what I want. I want to pay you to dominate me. Be your sex slave. You can do whatever you want to me. I want you to.”
    “This is pretty fucked up, you know? What if I have someone?”
    “Do you?”
    “No, I’m just trying to rationalize some sort of stabilization in all this.”
    “There isn’t any. Are you in or not? I’m sure I can find someone to fit those shoes if you’d rather not.”
    “Can I sleep on it?”
    “Of course. I’ll meet you at the yacht at eight in the morning. If you’re not there, I’ll know you can’t handle it.”
    “I can handle it. I’ve just never done those things before.”
    “What have you never done? Spank a girl?”
    “No.”
    “Eat a girl out?”
    “I’ve done that.”
    “Dominate a girl?”
    “No, I’ve never done that. I don’t know if I would be any good at it.”
    “You could try.”
    “I’ll sleep on it.”
    I nodded. “That’s good enough for me. We’ll talk more tomorrow, I hope.”
    Sam slid his hands in his jean pockets and stepped up the two steps to me. I crossed my arms in an instant, standoffish manner. “Can I kiss you? It might help with my thinking process.”
    I smiled and nodded. That wasn’t just a kiss. The whole thing about seeing fireworks and feeling butterflies were a lie. I saw meteors exploding behind my eyelids. I felt earthquakes moving mountains. Sam didn’t hold back. He kissed me with everything he had. My world changed at the feel of his lips on mine. My toes curled while our tongues explored each other’s mouths. He didn’t kiss me softly. It wasn’t gentle. It was possessive. Garrison never kissed me like that. Garrison never made me feel like I was floating. I couldn’t breathe. I may need to see a doctor.
    “Goodnight, Kendra,” Sam said, pulling away from my lips. I still couldn’t breathe, and I’m sure that was the slowest my eyes ever opened. He smiled and tugged on the front of my shorts with two fingers just inside the waistband.
    I was stoned cold—frozen—when he walked off the deck, down the steps and disappeared into the night. What the hell was that?

I wished I had a girlfriend to talk to, someone who understood where I was at this point in my life. I stared out the windowed wall in the direction of our yacht. I knew he was there. I could see the lights. Sam was staying on our boat. I kind of had a suspicion he was that morning when he was there so early. I guess it didn’t matter. There was plenty of room and no one ever stayed overnight, not often anyway.
    What was he thinking? I wanted to be in his mind. He had to think I was a nut job. I rolled to my back with a long sigh and touched my lips. Garrison never kissed me like that. Why? It was so erotic, so passionate, and I wanted more. There was no doubt in my mind that Sam could handle this job. I knew he could. What I didn’t know is if he would accept the challenge or not.
    I had just turned back to my stomach and faced