Submissive. I found that's the word to describe me. She was in control, since the moment we met at that house party. Her leather boots and her cherry red lipstick made me melt and her "I won't say it but I love you attitude" just made it better. She marked my soul and body as hers. I don't think she was even aware of the control she has over my body and mind. She's confident and strong, I always feel like her pet. I'm okay with that, surprisingly.
She was more than the other girls. I was nothing but a skinny shell and yet she wanted me. The night we met, I couldn't keep my eyes off her but I couldn't muster up the confidence to talk to her. She walked over to me and sat down beside me. For the first 10 minutes, we sat in silence, listening to the blaring music but it wasn't long before the grabbed my hand, a shock running up my spine when she did and led me up to one of the rooms in the house. We sat on the bed as she asked me questions. Why was I staring at her, how old was I, what was my favorite food and color. I answered each one, staring at my hands the whole time. At one point she grabbed my face and made me look into her dark chocolate eyes. I felt myself slipping and drowning in her eyes. I fell in love that night. I also realized how much I loved her being in control and without her knowing, I gave all of me to her.
I never saw myself as obedient and submissive. I use to like being in charge but since I've met her, I've wanted to be dominated and overtaken but only by her. I don't and never have felt this way about any other girl. I can hardly explain the way she makes me feel. When she touches me, I can feel myself go weak and without her all I can do is think about her. I'm just so glad I met her and out of all the strong guys that she could have, she wanted a weakling like me.
This is a sequel to another chapter I created. If you haven't read it, here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/276324674-pessimistic-five . I hope you enjoyed, I know it's been a while since I wrote anything.
