Submissive Desires

Ten

The knock at the door at noon the next day was unexpected. Sy, Andrei and I looked at each other, and then Sy got up and opened the door.

He was an older gentleman in a suit, maybe late fifties. He blinked at Sy, in that polite way that most older men did when facing Sy's cleavage. "I am looking for a Miss Clarissa ------. Are you her?"

Sy shook her head, but remained in the doorway until I said something. I stood. "That's me, can I help you?"

"Quite the other way around, Miss Clarissa. I've been engaged to provide tutoring and research support in Social Policy for the next three days. Forgive me for not calling first but my employer insisted I try to surprise you with an unannounced visit. Very irregular I know."

"Who – I – well I am certainly surprised," I said, utterly confused. "But come in. May I ask your name?"

"Dr. Daniel Weavers, miss. Not a name you'll recognize, but I worked in the U.S. Social Services Administration Office of Policy under the last administration, so" he gave a quirky smile "I think you'll find me qualified as a guide to policy analysis."

I just stared at him. Sy quickly fetched him a brownie. He smiled, nibbled it, and raised an eyebrow. "This is very good. Someone here is a wizard with Belgian chocolate, I can tell..."

"I'm... I'm sorry." I said. "I'm an undergraduate and I promise you I'm not at all at a level where someone of your experience... besides... Doctor... Doctor Weavers, I can't possibly afford the sort of hourly rate a man like you must be able to command." I still wasn't getting it.

That got a bigger smile. "Dear child, I've never worked for an hourly rate in my life. And I'm not now. I wasn't told you couldn't be privy to the arrangements, so I will tell you that my nephew has been interested for some time in applying some theoretical social policy he developed to poorer nations, and quite suddenly yesterday he was contacted and offered a one year position with the Romanian government. The only condition was that he arranged to provide tutoring to you as quickly as possible, Miss Clarissa. He asked me if I knew anyone suitable with a bit of free time, and of course I do. I'm very interested in furthering his career..."

I looked at Sy, who was quietly smiling, and Andrei, who was openly grinning. I blushed scarlet. "I... see. Can I offer you another brownie, Doctor?"

"I wouldn't mind if you did," he said, eyes twinkling with amusement.

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Fifteen minutes later he was pouring over my notes. "Is this how they are presenting it these days? I can tell you, Miss Clarissa, that this is not at all how it went down. I was present when the policy in question was devised. Let me give you some background on the theory of poverty management that we applied..."

Sy murmured to Andrei, in English for my benefit. "Well, it certainly upstages you climbing a cliff on our second date, doesn't it."

"He is such a show-off," Andrei grumbled.

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Sweet Stefan...

And I thought sex with you made me breathless. I have no words for the surprise tutor you arranged. Not only was I able to knock my paper into shape in one day, but I've been given a password to an internal government research website that I don't think any of the professors here ever had. Thank you. Thank you so much. No, thank you more than that. You've made me feel giggly and girlish and I take back every bad thought I ever had about you.

And... you win. After a gesture like that I can't be haughty. Or even frightened. Or if I am it's in a different way. Now I only want to know what you have in store for me. Somehow I thought submission would all be what you forced me to do, and that it would be a terrible burden somehow. But now I begin to see that I can want demands made on me. I want to know what you want. You made me so happy that now it feels right to want you happy too. Are you trying to make me unselfish by being generous? It could work.