The Submissive

The Interview

Aaliyah lay in her king size bed staring up at the ceiling. Her night at The Playground was on her mind. She had agreed to be Mark's sub. What was he going to do to her? Why did he want her to be his sub? What was going to happen in the session he invited her to?

As soon as she agreed she knew she had gotten herself into a world full of trouble. What if she ended up liking the things he was going to do to her? What if she became addicted to the life and everything that came along with it? How was all of this going to play out?

Mark laid in his bed with his hands behind his head looking up at the ceiling with a huge smile on his face. The thought of having Aaliyah as his submissive made him hard. He couldn't wait to taste and tease her. Might even be a little torture involved? Mark was looking forward to pushing Aaliyah to her limits and beyond.

The voice inside his head said that maybe he should slow down. Aaliyah was new to this? Because of that he didn't want to come on too strong. He didn't want to run her off. In fact, what he wanted was the complete opposite.

A week had pasted since Mark and Aaliyah had last spoken. He had started to think that maybe she had changed her mind. For days he constantly checked his message, emails and missed calls. He wished that he would have gotten her number instead. The thought of calling his sister and getting Aaliyah's number from her entered his mind. Quickly he dismissed it. The last thing he wanted was for his nosey sister to be all up in his business. So it was back to playing the waiting came.

When the call finally came, Mark tried not to act like he was the geek getting a call from the most popular girl in school. Aaliyah wanted to know when he would be free for dinner. Instead of going to some crowed overpriced restaurant, Mark thought he would cook her a good home cook meal. He needed her to know that he had skills in the kitchen too. It just might earn him a few more brownie points. At his house they would be able to talk freely. That and that fact that he wanted to be alone with her.

For dinner Mark was going to pull out all the stops. He prepared a beef roast stuffed with spinach, feta cheese, and onions, green and yellow bell peppers. There was white rice and a lovely white wine. Even thought it had been a while since he cooked like that, Mark knew he could still hold it down when it came to the kitchen. The smell was wonderful. When Aaliyah tasted his sweet potato pie he knew she was going to lose her mind. Hell, she might even ask him to marry him.

Aaliyah was nervous as she stood outside of a lovely brownstone on the West End. Beads of sweat covered the palms of her hands. She hadn't even seen him yet and her heart was racing as if she was standing right next to him. She started to panic. What if he wanted her to hold up her end of their deal tonight? Aaliyah wasn't ready. She didn't want to admit it but the thought of being at Mark's mercy did sound very appealing.

Truth was he was her first love. She had Nyla had been best friends since they were four. They lived down the street from one another. Aaliyah spent many a night at their house. As Nyla did hers. They all attended the same schools. The two of them were always around each other. He was her best friend's older brother. Mark was always popular. Play sports. All the girls loved him. He was tall, dark and fine.

As Mark waited for Aaliyah, he thought about how she started out being his kid sister's bratty little friend who was always around. She was cute. All the boys chased after her and Nyla. When Mark ran off all the boys who were after Nyla he did the same for Aaliyah. When Aaliyah turned thirteen everything changed. Mark noticed her smile and the way she smelled. When she stayed the night. He always made sure he hung around the house. The older she got the more Mark couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her. Aaliyah was beautiful.

Everything changed when he went to college. Mark was two years ahead of her. He went out west to go to school. When Aaliyah and Nyla graduated high school they went off to Spelman. It had been years since he had last seen her.