Submissive Desires

Six

He was in the hotel lobby, on a laptop. He hadn't seen me yet. I could still run. But I already knew I wouldn't, so I used the moment to see how other people reacted to him.

The hotel receptionist was looking at him and clearly liking what she saw. Not a surprise, because there was nothing wrong with his looks. He was tall, dusky skinned, eyes almost black, lean, with close cropped hair. His motions were very deliberate and controlled. The face was intent but otherwise emotionless in that stern way that kind of makes you calm but also a little afraid.

He raised his hand and gestured me forward. I thought he hadn't seen me, but he had.

My feet moved again. I was trembling a little, and I didn't really know why. I had no idea what he wanted, after all. It would be sex, of course, but I wasn't allowing myself to think about, because I wasn't that sort of girl.

I reached him and stood there, having no idea what else to do. I waited until he looked up. He didn't.

"Submission," he said, "only happens when a woman feels there is something worth submitting to. You don't know me, so you have no idea what you feel about me. I'd guess that you are very carefully thinking nothing at all. That's very safe. Are you surprised you are here?"

"Yes." I almost said Sir.

He looked up then, staring into my eyes. I still felt nothing. I was waiting for something.

"Sit with me. I need to finish this little matter..."

I settled gracefully into the chair across from him.

He typed a bit. "I like the way you are arching your back." He said.

I hadn't realized I was. But I was. And now that I was aware of it I didn't know if I should keep doing it.

"I'm sorry," I said, suddenly. "But I really don't know why I'm here."

He hit a key, and closed the laptop.

"The simple answer is because I asked you to be. But I know you are asking a larger question. You feel something is missing in your experiences or you wouldn't have come. What you really should be asking, is why am I here."

"That question had, um, occurred to me. Sy had said very little about you... but she made it obvious you don't have a problem finding female... friends."

"Such a delicate way of putting it," he said, dryly. "But in a sense she's wrong. I have no problem finding willing admirers. Some of them are a little too willing. They are all very eager to be what I want; the problem is they have all already decided what it is I want. Tiresome. And then Andrei says he talked to a pretty girl," he nodded to me, "who clearly ached to yield to a man and clearly didn't have a single idea how to do it."

"Ached, huh?"

"I trust Andrei's assessment. He sees deeper into a woman's soul than many men do. And if he had been wrong you wouldn't be here."

Point, I thought, a little bitterly.

"And so on a whim I thought I would see this pretty girl who wanted to find someone to give herself to and didn't know how. I would see if I was the one she would give herself to and what would happen if she did."

"So we are both here on a whim."

"Yes. We are both taking a chance."

"And will that chance involve sex?"

He smiled. "When you spoke with Andrei he required you to use Sir."

"Well, no, Sy suggested it."

"And you complied. I wish the same courtesy. Ask your question again."