The Art of Submission by Ella Dominguez

before - all those unreasonable demands regarding my
paintings? Does he still want all that, too?
    “ Yes, I do want those things. But maybe
we can discuss some of those requests later.”
    He doesn’t look like he’s quite
convinced of himself, but I want him, and a ‘maybe’ is good enough
for me. For now .
    “Now. About that slap.”
    His eyes narrow at me. Oh no. I knew it
would come down to this – my stupid lapse in judgment. And his poor lip . I just want to
kiss it and make it feel better.
    “And that, too. That’s not going to happen again. Do you
understand?” He says firmly.
    Yes, yes. I understand. Whatever you want,
Mr. Young.
    He reaches over and touches my hair.
He’s so beautiful. Is this really happening? Is he really here in
my apartment, touching me? I want him so badly. I feel an aching
deep within my belly like I’ve never known. I see him casually try
to sneak a peek at my paintings, but I don’t mind – much . They are, after all, what
brought him to me. He moves closer and I can feel his breath on me
and he smiles. He has such a charming smile.
    Please… take me now, Mr. Young. Please …

Chapter 7
    Dylan
    As we stand there in the middle of her
apartment, she’s looking at me all – take
me Dylan , and as much as I want to, I can’t; not here;
not like this. I want her in my dungeon. “Isabel. We can’t do this
here. Not right now. I want to train you first. I want to teach you
what I like, what I think you’ll like. I’m not into vanilla sex –
it just doesn’t do it for me anymore. Please
understand.”
    “But… I thought you wanted me?” She looks
hurt and confused.
    “ I want you more than you can imagine.
Just not here; not right now. There’s so much I need to teach you.
So many things we need to discuss. Do you know anything about BDSM?
About what your role will be as a submissive, if you decide that’s
what you want to do?”
    She looks at the floor and I see her cheeks
flush. Why is she embarrassed?
    “I don’t even know what that acronym
means.”
    Shit. She really doesn’t have a clue. I’ve
got my work cut out for me. I tell her it means
bondage-discipline-sadomasochism.
    “Oh.” She says and her eyes widen in
revelation. I see a small smile play at the corners of her
mouth. I knew it . I was right about her. She’s curious.
A wicked idea pops into my head.
    “Can I take you somewhere tonight? There’s
something I want you to see. I think it will answer a lot of your
questions.”
    “Oh… okay. Right now?”
    She seems hesitant. Why? For some reason,
Greer pops into my head and I’m immediately annoyed.
    “Yes. Why ? Do you have plans or something?”
    She cocks her head to one side and
looks amused. Why the fuck is she
amused?
    “Of course not. I never have plans.”
    That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. “Good.
If things go the way I hope they do, all of your plans will be with
me from now on. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Mr. Young.” She states obediently.
    Her response confounds me. I guess it’s
because it was completely unprompted. “Oh, Isabel. You’re going to
make a wonderful submissive.”
    Her cheeks blush a wonderful shade of pink
and she does that thing with her hair that drives me fucking
insane. I feel myself getting hard, my erection swollen in my
pants. She must sense it, or see it, because she glances downward
towards my cock and then quickly looks back at me.
    “Can’t I just have a little taste before we
go?” She asks sweetly with her eyes the color of wildfire.
    Holy fuck. I
can’t believe she just said that . This
little angel does have a dark side . How can I resist
her when she’s looking at me like that?
    Of course sweetheart, you can have as much as
you want…
    She walks backwards, pulling toward her
bed, never taking her eyes off mine. She sits down, me standing in
front of her. She is looking at up me with those brilliant gold
eyes. She slowly caresses me through my pants, gripping me, teasing
me. She