Fighting For Dominance

Chapter 1

We enter silently the dark room and I feel my heart pounding with excitement. I look around the black and red playroom, as I close the heavy wooden door behind me. Man, that’s fancy. This place is awesome! It’s definitely worth its money. It’s good this place has gained my attention for a few seconds, because now I feel ready and calm to face my Domme. I do not even know her name, yet I feel like I know her for ages. I’m never so nervous with women, even if I have a Sub role. However this one makes my body tremble in anticipation, craving her touch. She is the prettiest and sexiest woman I have ever met. I feel so damn lucky and proud of myself that she chose me from all people. Not that I don’t think I’m good-looking or worthy of course.

I was always confident about my looks. It’s just that this woman is surreal. She doesn’t exist, unless if she is a goddess or something. If she is the half as good as my other Dom’s were, then I think I might have found the one to make a very long-term contract with. I only hope she agrees and that’s exactly why I have to impress her. I see the woman looking me in the eyes and I quickly look down, to show my submissiveness. Her angelic-devilish form approaches me and I can hear my own breath quicken as I see her long legs only a few centimeters away.

''Sit'' she says softly. Her voice is smooth like silk. I comply immediately sitting on a red loveseat sofa, careful not to look into her eyes. She raises my head using her index and asks me to look at her. As I do, I see two beautiful, deep ocean blue orbs. The view is actually more breathtaking than if I would actually see a real ocean. I feel her soft touch on my cheek and I shudder. ''What is your name,pet?'' I hear her voice, forcing me out of the deep trance her eyes put me into. I clear my throat, gaining my strength and I reply firmly.

''Ryan'' She smiles broadly. Another breathtaking view. Jesus Christ!

''Mine is Erin. As long as we are here you will call me mistress.'' Erin? Wow…a gorgeous name for an even more gorgeous woman. When did I become so cliché?

''Yes, mistress.'' I say nodding. Mistress Erin is now examining me from head to toe with a cute small frown taking over her features.

“You look young, Ryan. How old are you?” she asks softly making me gape at her question. Even if she looks old enough, I only hope she isn’t more than three years younger than me. Not that I’ll have any problems, but she won’t be that affective dominant if she is inexperienced.

''Does it matter?'' I mumble, raising my brows, avoiding going there. I just want to have some fun and if age is a deal-breaker for her, then I really don’t want to answer her question. As I see her shocked and angry expression, I realize my mistake and my blood runs cold. Please, don’t let her be mad! I quickly lower my gaze in submission, hoping that my stupid cockiness tonight isn’t going to ruin my chances with her.

''What did you say?'' she growls, as she approaches me darkly.

''N-Nothing…I'm…I’m s-sorry…mistress.'' I stutter panicked. I don’t care about my punishment right now. I only care about the possibility that she’s offended enough to leave. It’s not my only strike tonight. At the bar I’ve shown my smugness again. No dominant tolerates this behavior. I jump from my seat startled when I feel her palm slap my cheek, leaving a loud sound in the quiet room. Like a good submissive, I take it all without a word. Erin grabs me by the chin and tugs me roughly so I can face her. My breath is heavy and my lips are quietly demanding Erin’s. Yet she avoids kissing me for one more time. The only thing she does is stroking my pained cheek before she rises on her feet.

''I see you know your role, sub. I am glad that I don't have to explain the whole thing again and again. But I need you to be obedient, or else I'll punish you. And trust me baby, you don't want that.'' she chuckles, but I can tell that she is pretty serious. ''So tell me. How old are you?'' she demands for one more time. I sigh loudly.