eye contact like the plague.
"John..." She said it in a whisper, trying it out.
"I'm beginning to think dinner's a bad idea," he announced.
"You want to go somewhere else instead, John?
Somewhere more private?"
"Private, yes. With you, no."
"I know all about your secret," she declared out of the blue.
"I don't have secrets."
"Sure you do. You're a Dom."
He pulled into the parking lot of Carolyn's Steak
House, wishing he were anywhere else on Earth. Finding a spot out of the light, he said, "We need to talk."
"You said it wasn't the time."
"I changed my mind."
"Do you really want to talk?" She reached for his erection.
"Yes." He grabbed her wrist. "I do."
"You're strong," she marveled.
He put her hand on her lap, out of harm's way. "I
don't know what game this is, or what you think you're
doing, but Carl is my friend, and I would never—"
"I have no panties on, John. You can check. I'm naked underneath...for you."
"You're old enough to be my daughter," he snapped.
She gave him a look. "No, I'm not. Unless you had a kid when you were, like, ten."
"Just tell me where to take you," he said. "I'll drive you. Right now."
"Your place," she said boldly. "I bet you have a lot of toys in your bedroom. I'm a real bad girl, John; I need punishment."
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"You're barking up the wrong tree. I'm not into that stuff."
"Sure you are. I overheard my brother and you talking one time, about someone named Sherry..."
Sherry...shit. His little blonde slave girl from a few
years ago. She was married to a doctor, but once a week like clockwork she crawled to John, a play collar on her neck. The way she whimpered and begged and climaxed
got to John in a major way. It was one of the few times he almost tipped the balance over into obsession. He'd talked to Carl about it at the time, looking for some advice.
Luckily, her surgeon husband got a position at a
hospital out of state shortly thereafter, ending the problem altogether.
"Things shouldn't be taken out of context, Steffy; that was a complicated situation, and you couldn't have
understood it."
Steffy grinned. "You said you couldn't live without her twitching, bound ass, freshly reddened and paddled,
stuffed full of your hard dick, pleading for you to come inside her. That seems pretty simple to me."
John winced. He'd no idea she was within earshot at
the time.
"Whatever." She feigned indifference, pulling back to her side of the seat. "If you don't want me..."
His cock screamed not to let her go. "You're incredibly beautiful, Steffy, and desirable, too. It's got nothing to do with that."
"Is it that you don't think I'm submissive enough?"
Perceptive girl.
"That's part of it, yes."
"There's only one way to find out. A man needs to
teach me."
"Why not your boyfriend? Don't you have one?"
"No. I don't like guys my age. They're babies. I let them play with me, that's all. When someone ties me up, I 99
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feel so hot. Sometimes I'll tell a boy to tell me what to do, like he's my master. But it's not the same when you're the one giving the orders, you know?"
"Point taken," he concurred.
Steffy leaned in with all the exuberance of youth. Her
lips landed on his, so vital and fresh, her eagerness and passion making up for lack of experience. "Will you show me...tonight?" She was practically panting. "I picked you out. I got my brother to get you to take me out. He doesn't even realize how I manipulated him, calling the last
minute when I knew he was busy, and then planting the
suggestion of you as a companion for me."
John could believe that. His partner Carl was a
brilliant legal mind who could find his way around the
most hostile courtroom, but give him some personal
situation to deal with and he was all thumbs.
"What is it you expect me to show you, Stephanie?"
"How to submit. I want to know if it's in me. If it's something I'd enjoy."
John knew if he didn't do this for her, she would keep
experimenting with
"John..." She said it in a whisper, trying it out.
"I'm beginning to think dinner's a bad idea," he announced.
"You want to go somewhere else instead, John?
Somewhere more private?"
"Private, yes. With you, no."
"I know all about your secret," she declared out of the blue.
"I don't have secrets."
"Sure you do. You're a Dom."
He pulled into the parking lot of Carolyn's Steak
House, wishing he were anywhere else on Earth. Finding a spot out of the light, he said, "We need to talk."
"You said it wasn't the time."
"I changed my mind."
"Do you really want to talk?" She reached for his erection.
"Yes." He grabbed her wrist. "I do."
"You're strong," she marveled.
He put her hand on her lap, out of harm's way. "I
don't know what game this is, or what you think you're
doing, but Carl is my friend, and I would never—"
"I have no panties on, John. You can check. I'm naked underneath...for you."
"You're old enough to be my daughter," he snapped.
She gave him a look. "No, I'm not. Unless you had a kid when you were, like, ten."
"Just tell me where to take you," he said. "I'll drive you. Right now."
"Your place," she said boldly. "I bet you have a lot of toys in your bedroom. I'm a real bad girl, John; I need punishment."
98
TALES OF EROTIC SUBMISSION
"You're barking up the wrong tree. I'm not into that stuff."
"Sure you are. I overheard my brother and you talking one time, about someone named Sherry..."
Sherry...shit. His little blonde slave girl from a few
years ago. She was married to a doctor, but once a week like clockwork she crawled to John, a play collar on her neck. The way she whimpered and begged and climaxed
got to John in a major way. It was one of the few times he almost tipped the balance over into obsession. He'd talked to Carl about it at the time, looking for some advice.
Luckily, her surgeon husband got a position at a
hospital out of state shortly thereafter, ending the problem altogether.
"Things shouldn't be taken out of context, Steffy; that was a complicated situation, and you couldn't have
understood it."
Steffy grinned. "You said you couldn't live without her twitching, bound ass, freshly reddened and paddled,
stuffed full of your hard dick, pleading for you to come inside her. That seems pretty simple to me."
John winced. He'd no idea she was within earshot at
the time.
"Whatever." She feigned indifference, pulling back to her side of the seat. "If you don't want me..."
His cock screamed not to let her go. "You're incredibly beautiful, Steffy, and desirable, too. It's got nothing to do with that."
"Is it that you don't think I'm submissive enough?"
Perceptive girl.
"That's part of it, yes."
"There's only one way to find out. A man needs to
teach me."
"Why not your boyfriend? Don't you have one?"
"No. I don't like guys my age. They're babies. I let them play with me, that's all. When someone ties me up, I 99
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feel so hot. Sometimes I'll tell a boy to tell me what to do, like he's my master. But it's not the same when you're the one giving the orders, you know?"
"Point taken," he concurred.
Steffy leaned in with all the exuberance of youth. Her
lips landed on his, so vital and fresh, her eagerness and passion making up for lack of experience. "Will you show me...tonight?" She was practically panting. "I picked you out. I got my brother to get you to take me out. He doesn't even realize how I manipulated him, calling the last
minute when I knew he was busy, and then planting the
suggestion of you as a companion for me."
John could believe that. His partner Carl was a
brilliant legal mind who could find his way around the
most hostile courtroom, but give him some personal
situation to deal with and he was all thumbs.
"What is it you expect me to show you, Stephanie?"
"How to submit. I want to know if it's in me. If it's something I'd enjoy."
John knew if he didn't do this for her, she would keep
experimenting with
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