Life as a Submissive (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1- Revised

DISCLAIMER:

It has recently came to my attention from a fellow reader that this book sounds an awful lot like 50 Shades of Grey. I can assure you it is not based off of the fabulous E. L. James's work-or any other author, for that matter. Everything in this book is completely fiction, straight from my mind as the author, and I would never rip another authors work off. Even with their permission. It's something I just don't do. I love originality. And that's exactly what every story I have ever written is-Original. And I do know this is an extremely short chapter, but it's just a quick look into where she's at in life and what she wants. There will never be another chapter this short, I promise.

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Kristie sat poised at the bar, drink in hand, as she waited. She had been doing the same thing for the past week ever since she walked through the doors of The Scene a week prior, trying to work up the courage to introduce herself to the Dom's. It was stressful trying to come up with a way to go about it, afraid that if she just went and walked up to one they would find her disgraceful. That's not how a submissive acted, and the most horrid scenarios ran through her head the more she pondered on it.

What would she say? Would she just introduce herself as Kristie and take a seat? Should she go about it as a dominatrix? There were so many things that could go wrong, and she didn't think she would be able to control her emotions if she was turned down.

Kristie jumped when the bartender suddenly placed a martini glass in front of her, scaring her from her thoughts.

"Ex-excuse me, I didn't order this." Kristie stuttered, smiling at the nice man that turned back to her as he dried a shot glass.

He smiled back, showing off his pearly whites. "Actually, miss, there's a gentleman over in the corner of the bar that's been scoping you out the past three nights." As she went to turn around he quickly grabbed her wrist, shaking his head in disapproval. "Let him come to you. Just by accepting his drink he knows you're interested. Don't be like all those other girls and fawn over him. He hates that."

Kristie sat quiet for a moment, thinking about the bartenders words. Then, making up her mind, she popped the olive in her mouth with a smirk. "How can I ever thank you?"

The man gave a chuckle before his gaze drifted over her shoulder. He nodded, as he looked back down at his shot glass. "Here he comes."

Kristie wanted so badly to turn in her chair and see who this mystery man was, but she heeded the bartenders words. She knew full and well that if she turned around it would only put this guy off. He was a Dom, and it was time she learnt her role as a sub.

She knew it was him as he took a seat next to her at the bar. Taking slow sips of her martini she made sure to stay quiet. Let him come to me, she thought over and over again in her head.

"You're new."

His voice was deep, rich in texture, and swam over her skin like silk. She gave a small nod, afraid to trust her own voice at that moment.

Turning in her seat she faced an angel sent from above. He had the most angelic face she'd ever seen. With squared off cheekbones and pouty lips he had the prettiest looking complexion she'd ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. . .

Speaking of eyes.

This man's shone bright in the dark lighting of the club. Silver pools of mercury that could pull her down into their depths and drown her in their wake.

"I am," she said calmly, arching her perfectly trimmed brow.

He gave a deep, masculine laugh that could make a woman curl her toes. He reached up with a hand cupping her cheek before he slid it down and around to expose her neck.

"I see you've not been collared, yet." His words sent chills racing down her spine at the thought of being collared. That was all she wanted, all she craved. She felt her heart beat accelerate with the thought of what that meant.

It meant to be owned, a pup under her masters command. Everything she wanted, and all she had to do was convince this hunk that she was collar material.

"Haven't met the right guy, yet, I guess." That gained her another chuckle.

"I see you aren't accustomed to the way things work around here." With that he gave a sultry smile and a wink.

She knew what he meant, but in the past week she'd sat there long enough by herself to come up with a course of action when she was finally confronted.

Flirtatious rebellion.

She smiled to her newfound confidence. Let the games begin.