you. It suggests that you aren’t open to me and that displeases me.”
She wanted to say something clever or glib and yet all she had was more curiosity. “Do you expect total compliance from your women?”
He motioned for her to sit. When she did he leaned back on the edge of his desk. “Subs. My answer to that is eventually. It takes time and with time comes trust. I want you to obey me, Colin, because you choose to and not because I forced you to.”
This didn’t sound right to her. From what she’d read about the BDSM community there were people online who submitted to a Dom’s orders or else they were dropped. And some of those demands she’d read about were outrageous. “But I thought…”
“Yes?”
“I thought that the Dom orders his sub to do things.”
“Things?” Nothing moved on him except his eyebrows. They held a steady arch. Wow, to have unfailing confidence the way he did would be awesome. But with that came a downside. The bugger knew what things she was referring to, and it was clear by the gleam in his eyes he was going to make her say them aloud. “Sex things.” All she could hear was a tiny voice in her head screaming, Chicken. Say it. Say it! “Fellatio.”
As quickly as that burst out of her so did a monumental desire to melt into the chair.
She expected him to laugh. Instead he got all serious. “Is this what you’re interested in? The sexual aspect of submission?”
“I don’t know,” she grumbled. “That does seem to be what most people talk about.”
“The most sensationalized, you mean.”
She scrunched her nose. “Really? So it’s not true?” She was somewhat disappointed. Not that she’d seen herself hanging in chains or being whipped with a crop, but some of the stuff looked doable. With him. Totally.
“I didn’t say that. I only meant that often the sex is highlighted, never mind all the work and preparations that comes before it. Maybe you should tell me how you envision yourself submitting to me.”
That was a definite no. She wasn’t going to be sharing those dirty thoughts with him. Never. “I, ah, figure you’d tell me to do things and I’d, you know, do them.”
“I see.” He nodded as if he did, but then he asked, “You’ll simply do as I tell you without question? Like…” He tapped his index finger against pursed lips, stopping to conclude, “Taking your shoes off at the front door and setting them neatly on a mat? Or, maybe adhering to a simple rule I set where you don’t sit at my desk?”
“Well, those are…they’re not the kind of things I was expecting. I was surprised.”
He stared right at her. “So, if I told you to take off that pretty blouse of yours and drop to your knees in front of me that would be more in line with what you’re expecting?”
It sure was, but she wasn’t going to admit it. She wasn’t going to lie to him either. What to do? She could hear the Jeopardy theme song playing in her head and when it ended, she shrugged. She was getting really good at that noncommittal gesture.
“Unacceptable. I want to hear a definitive answer, Colin.”
Of course he did. “I, ah, suppose so.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Definitive. Not the verbal equivalent of one of your famous shrugs.” He stood and his gaze never wavered. “Yes or no?”
When he looked at her like he was now she got nervous. Hot. Restless. “Yes.”
“Good. Was that so hard?”
She’d rather have crawled through a walkway of flaming coals so she could slam her hand in a car door, but she was determined to be grown up about all this. “This is hard for me.”
“I understand. That’s why I’m going slowly. I say what I mean and I mean what I say and as long as you remember that, you’ll do just fine accepting the ways I choose to draw out your submission.”
He was talking about the shoes this time. She was sure of it. “I promise to take my shoes off when I come into your home.”
“That’s very good,
She wanted to say something clever or glib and yet all she had was more curiosity. “Do you expect total compliance from your women?”
He motioned for her to sit. When she did he leaned back on the edge of his desk. “Subs. My answer to that is eventually. It takes time and with time comes trust. I want you to obey me, Colin, because you choose to and not because I forced you to.”
This didn’t sound right to her. From what she’d read about the BDSM community there were people online who submitted to a Dom’s orders or else they were dropped. And some of those demands she’d read about were outrageous. “But I thought…”
“Yes?”
“I thought that the Dom orders his sub to do things.”
“Things?” Nothing moved on him except his eyebrows. They held a steady arch. Wow, to have unfailing confidence the way he did would be awesome. But with that came a downside. The bugger knew what things she was referring to, and it was clear by the gleam in his eyes he was going to make her say them aloud. “Sex things.” All she could hear was a tiny voice in her head screaming, Chicken. Say it. Say it! “Fellatio.”
As quickly as that burst out of her so did a monumental desire to melt into the chair.
She expected him to laugh. Instead he got all serious. “Is this what you’re interested in? The sexual aspect of submission?”
“I don’t know,” she grumbled. “That does seem to be what most people talk about.”
“The most sensationalized, you mean.”
She scrunched her nose. “Really? So it’s not true?” She was somewhat disappointed. Not that she’d seen herself hanging in chains or being whipped with a crop, but some of the stuff looked doable. With him. Totally.
“I didn’t say that. I only meant that often the sex is highlighted, never mind all the work and preparations that comes before it. Maybe you should tell me how you envision yourself submitting to me.”
That was a definite no. She wasn’t going to be sharing those dirty thoughts with him. Never. “I, ah, figure you’d tell me to do things and I’d, you know, do them.”
“I see.” He nodded as if he did, but then he asked, “You’ll simply do as I tell you without question? Like…” He tapped his index finger against pursed lips, stopping to conclude, “Taking your shoes off at the front door and setting them neatly on a mat? Or, maybe adhering to a simple rule I set where you don’t sit at my desk?”
“Well, those are…they’re not the kind of things I was expecting. I was surprised.”
He stared right at her. “So, if I told you to take off that pretty blouse of yours and drop to your knees in front of me that would be more in line with what you’re expecting?”
It sure was, but she wasn’t going to admit it. She wasn’t going to lie to him either. What to do? She could hear the Jeopardy theme song playing in her head and when it ended, she shrugged. She was getting really good at that noncommittal gesture.
“Unacceptable. I want to hear a definitive answer, Colin.”
Of course he did. “I, ah, suppose so.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Definitive. Not the verbal equivalent of one of your famous shrugs.” He stood and his gaze never wavered. “Yes or no?”
When he looked at her like he was now she got nervous. Hot. Restless. “Yes.”
“Good. Was that so hard?”
She’d rather have crawled through a walkway of flaming coals so she could slam her hand in a car door, but she was determined to be grown up about all this. “This is hard for me.”
“I understand. That’s why I’m going slowly. I say what I mean and I mean what I say and as long as you remember that, you’ll do just fine accepting the ways I choose to draw out your submission.”
He was talking about the shoes this time. She was sure of it. “I promise to take my shoes off when I come into your home.”
“That’s very good,
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