Her Male Model (Femdom)

The Perfect Submissive

Katrina's POV

I sit with Damien in the VIP section of the club, nursing a crystal glass of neat whiskey. I didn't exactly want to come tonight, but Damien said he needed a wingman, and he just did me a favor. I couldn't have possibly refused him.

However, after the long day of work I just had, I was tempted.

The press has been hounding me the last couple of days about Paris's fall, and so I've had to do some serious recon. Ryder's new photoshoot helped get some of the attention off of her, but not all of it...so I decided to casually retweet a scandal involving an older male photographer and his young protege, and just like that, paris' fall is forgotten.

I sigh. Between work and the emergency meetings I had today, I'm left completely exhausted.

"Are you sure you don't just want to go home, Kat? I can do this alone..."Damien asks, raising an eyebrow at me. I shake my head. I'm not just here for him. I'm here for me too. I need to find a sub for the night to get my mind off of him...

As if forged from my thoughts alone, a perfect distraction catches my gaze. He's dancing in the strobe lights, just within my vision. He is beautiful and mesmerizing. Light bounces off of his gleaming skin, and his pale white hair gives him an almost ethereal look.

His gaze finds mine and he smiles at me, almost verging on teasing.

I grin at him. He's perfect.

"Find yourself a little rabbit, Kat?" Damien asks, smirking at me.

"You know me too well, D."

I call over a bouncer, and within minutes, the white haired boy is being escorted in. I can tell by the way he moves that this is not his first time in the vip section. I can also tell by the gleam in his eyes that coming back here tonight was his plan all along.

"Good evening, Miss Levour," the boy says, sinking to the floor in front of me.

My smile widens. Had he tried to pretend not to know me, I would had him escorted out. But it seems he is honest.

"What's your name?" I ask, eyeing his lithe form. He is my type. In fact, I would say he's the epitome of my type. Small and submissive with a hint of an attitude.

Coal is neither of those things...

"My name is whatever you choose it to be, Miss. Sub, Slave, Bitch. I am whoever you need me to be." His voice is delicate, and his eyes are downcast, however I can tell he has a little bit more bite in him than that.

He really is perfect. Perfectly catered to my preferences.

"I see you've done your homework, Sub. Maybe even a little too well."

He smiles, shaking his head.

"Can you fault me for wanting to please you to the best of my ability, Miss?" He asks, innocently.

I look over at Damien, who appears to be smirking a little too widely. He knows I'm taking this sub home tonight, just as he knows the boy is not here by accident.

"Already? Kat, it's been 10 minutes! How am I ever suppose to keep up with you?" I laugh, shaking my head. Damien is one to talk. The man is a walking, talking sub magnet. Even as he says the words, a very shy looking male sub is being guided past the ropes and towards us. He has large eyes and is looking around the room like something might snatch him.

"Your one to talk, D." I say. The sub Damien found is perfect for him, and he didn't even have to rely on his fame.

Damien likes softer subs, where I like the brats. It's something he teases me about often. He likes to say I'm more attracted to the challenge than the person. And I wouldn't necessarily disagree with him, especially considering my newfound interest in Coal.