I pushed her to make a decision, told her that I had droves of women waiting in line, which is true, but I’d clear my schedule in a heartbeat for the chance to work with her. There’s something about her that draws me in, makes me want a taste of the sweet submission she has buried away.
“Aren’t you going to order a drink?” she asks, noting the plain water in front of me.
I rarely drink alcohol; I don’t like to give up control. But this beautiful creature before me doesn’t need to know such a personal detail. “I’m fine. Is there anything else you want to know?”
She nods, and a little crease appears between her brows while she thinks about what to ask me. “Why do you do this? This mentoring thing?”
“You want to know if I’m a normal guy and what I get out of this, right?”
She nods. “Yes, basically.”
I tilt my head to the side, considering her quizzical look. “Trust me, it’s a question I get often. I understand.”
I take a moment, glancing around at our surroundings before responding. Even for men not involved in the lifestyle, I’ve found that by and large, men are attracted to women who are able to submit. Not weak, timid women without opinions and original thought. No, we want a strong woman who can match our wit, intellect, and stamina in and out of the bedroom. A woman who is confident enough in herself and her sexuality that she’s not afraid to leave her ego at the door and let me push all her boundaries. A woman who will drop to her knees at my command and trust me to handle every detail. I find that sexy as fuck. And that’s what I aim to teach the women I mentor.
“I have a high-powered, stressful corporate job. I found BDSM a few years ago, and it felt like home.” I won’t tell her about the personal tragedy that led me there. “Many Doms have a single sub—a partner to explore this lifestyle with, and since I haven’t found that one right fit yet, this is my way of staying active in the community. And, honestly, I enjoy teaching. It’s very gratifying to me to see a woman reach her potential, to watch her let go of all her insecurities and blossom under my guidance.”
Brielle looks at me with a sort of awe. “That’s beautiful, actually,” she says, surprising the shit out of me. I’m no saint; I teach women how to fuck like porn stars for my own personal benefit, as well as their own, but I nod at the compliment.
“Tell me something about this man you want to win over.”
A smile transforms her face, and she lets out a happy little sigh. “Kirby is…” She slaps a hand over her mouth. “Sorry. No names. He’s been my best guy friend for about five years now. We met in college and have always been just friends. He’s sweet and thoughtful and kind, everything I want in a man.”
“What does he do? Professional-type job, or something with his hands?”
She stifles a laugh. “Kirby? Do something with his hands? God, no. He’s a lawyer.”
Feeling nauseated, I nod. “Got it.” I don’t need to know much about her Prince Charming, only that he’s male and straight. After I’m done with her, the dickhead won’t be able to resist her.
“You said you’d be able to anticipate questions I might have.”
I nod.
“I want to see how good you are.” She smirks as if she’s waiting for me to enlighten her.
“I’m the best. Don’t doubt that for a second.”
She chews on her lip and lets the silence engulf us before continuing.
Watching her, I realize there’s something I’m enjoying about her reactions, and there’s no reason to rush this. I’ll just be heading home alone to an empty house after, or perhaps stopping and paying a visit to Chrissy if I’m in the mood.
“You’ve been wondering what type of women generally come to me for help.”
She smirks. “Yes, actually.”
I nod. I told you I’m the fucking best.
“They’re regular women. Your girlfriends, coworkers, and acquaintances. They are women who never reached orgasm. Women whose partner has strayed, and they want to learn how to satisfy their man, women who want to take control of their lives.”
She nods along as I speak, seemingly enchanted by my words. Although there have been a few times when a woman has requested my help in winning over a man she already knows, like Brielle, I don’t tell her that. I’ve never seen this scenario successfully play out. If a man hasn’t taken notice, there’s a reason. There is truth in that old saying, “He’s just not that into you.” If he were, you wouldn’t be in my bed.
But I won’t burst her pretty little bubble today. Because something tells me it would be fun to see her ride my dick and learn to be the seductress I see lurking inside her.
Chapter Six
Brielle
I’m lost in his eyes, in his deep, watchful stare, wondering what will happen next. He’s in no hurry to rush our first meeting, and I appreciate that. This is all so new for me; I want to soak up every detail.
“Did you do what I asked?” His voice is soft and controlled. It’s the kind of voice that washes over you, making you feel warm and desirable. I could listen to him speak for hours.
“What do you mean?” My heart begins to hammer as if it knows something I don’t.
He leans in closer, and my pulse pounds in my ears as he draws near. His gaze never wavers. Never strays from mine. Being in his presence is overwhelming. He’s so strong and sure, as I suppose a Dom is, but I had no idea it would feel like this.