The Perfect Submissive

Chapter 1

Elijah ^^
Jasmine

"Eli, come here, it's time for your bath" I call out to my three year old who doesn't seem too happy about bath time. Recently he has given me a hard time regarding this and I just know it's because of his father not being around.

Sighing heavily, I get up from the edge of the tub and out into the hall to find where my Elijah is. He stands with his small arms crossed over his chest and a determined look. The sight makes me want to awe seeing how little he is but how much older he thinks he is.

"Eli baby you need to bathe" I speak softly kneeling to his height but still towering over him.

"Mommy I no take bath tonight" his baby blue eyes look into my own as he stands confidently with his arms still crossed. Just where did the time go, my baby that was once so naïve is turning into a toddler before my eyes.

"Why don't you want to take a bath baby?" I ask knowing the question to this, but I still feel the need to ask why my three year old never wants a bath.

"'Cause mommy when I take a bath I no play no more and I want to play" he whines, his blue eyes pleading for me to accept and let him play a little more and give him his bath in the morning but I can't.

With having my interview tomorrow for another higher paying job I have to get up earlier than I normally would and taking him a bath would only slow me down. I sigh again not wanting to stop him from playing but I know I have to. If I didn't need this job I would play until our hearts were content but being a single mom I have to do what is best for the both of us. I cant be a kid all of my life.

"I know you want to play but please take a bath for mommy... please?" I fake pout and cover my face as to show how much this affects me, knowing he couldn't resist when I'm sad. He's my mini protector and he lives up to this title. Anytime I show sadness he runs to my aid and make sure I'm okay.

"No mommy! I sorry, no cry 'kay.. I get in... see!" I pick my head up from my hands to see him taking off his clothes and getting into the water all by himself. I love this little boy so much.

I walk to the side of the tub and take a seat next to him, he gives me apologetic eyes before standing up and kissing my cheek softly. A action I do towards him to show how much I love him.

"I make it all better mommy?"

"Yes, baby I'm better now" I kiss his little nose causing him to giggle and take his seat in the water again. He soaks me with his toy whale that splashes water and I laugh knowing he just started a war.

'WATER FIGHT!" He squeals

"OH! I'm going to get you now!"
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Alexander

I sip my whisky as I watch my Secretary, Lindsay and her girlfriend whose name I forget, go at it on my bed.

I sit and watch with a bored expression as Lindsay devours her girlfriend in front of me as if no one else was watching. Any man in their right mind would be enticed by the sight before them but I just couldn't bring myself to be aroused by it.

No doubt that Lindsay and her girlfriend are beautiful women but I couldn't dominate them the way I wanted, I need submission. Someone I could control mind, body, and soul that's willing to submit to me.

"Alex, come join us" Lindsay calls out to me, I bit my lip deciding if I wanted to really join them or not.

I did not to be completely honest. Watching them did nothing for me however the moans that fill the room slightly tempted me to give in to my needs.

Usually we scheduled Monday's for our threesomes but i felt the urge to have shameful sex so I called them over a night earlier. The spark between having two women in my bed doing as I say died every day. I realized I couldn't have them submit to me fully, They are only here because Lindsay has a 'thing' for me and has this poor women mixed up in her mess. Somehow she thinks if she's able to satisfy me I will make her more than what she already was. A secretary.

I rise up from my place beside the bed and make my way over to them, downing the last sip of whiskey in my glass before placing it down as well. Standing above them Lindsay reaches her hands out for me to accept but I slap it away, she chuckles and begins to unbuckle my pants while she stares at me licking her lips. It was supposed to come off as seductive but I could not have been more bored in this situation.

This is all just pointless.

Grabbing Lindsay's hands I push her away and walk to the edge of the bed where their clothes lie. I pick up the clothing and scatter them on the bed so they can get dressed and leave my sight.

"Get out" I whisper loud enough for them both to hear. I pinched the bridge of my nose, aggravated with how dull my sex life has become. I have what all men want in life the money, the respect and the dozens of beautiful women at my finger tips but I lack the women that I need.

"What? Did we do something wrong?" The girlfriend ask Lindsay who doesn't acknowledge her but looks to me instead.

"Did we Alex?" Lindsay now questions me.

"No Lindsay just take her and leave. I'll see you in the morning okay" I sigh getting ready to go into the bathroom to wash my face. Today has been tiring and I'm not in the mood for more stress and disappointment.

"What the fuck Alexander! You can't just throw us out!" She yells out in anger. Her tone has never gotten so bold with me.

Who the fuck?

I turn around slowly and face the two women whose anger seems to vanish at the sight of my furious face. I lock eyes with the other and she begins to dress immediately while Lindsay just sits there.

"Get the fuck out of my house Lindsay" I speak calmly knowing my anger is being pushed to its limits I try and refrain from doing something to wound her.

"Whatever" she huffs and dresses. Even though she acts as if she isn't scared of me I know that she is. She's scared of the things I could actually do to her and I would do them if I cared enough.

Being a man who has all he can dream about in life i lack just one thing I thought would never matter to me. Love. The thing I sprinted from in my twenties I now long for, funny how life catches up to us. To live and to hold and satisfy her needs and mine of course, but I don't think she exist. Maybe I'm just a fucked up person that no one can relate or actually love.

It's not a secret of how cold-hearted I am. I could care less about anything, even my parents. Growing up I had a normal life one would say but being from a larger family my parents never bothered to care about me. They loved my siblings to the moon and back but me being the middle child I never got so much as a good morning until the day I set off to be better.

Now all they want to do is mooch off of me. I give them money of course but holidays and birthdays I miss out on, I wasn't keen on being around a bunch of people who only see me as a check book instead of Alexander.

Once the girls are gone I call my butler Harold in to change the seats and wipe down everything they've touched. I'm not a clean freak but the thought of them having boring sex on my bed disgusts me.

So tonight I'm settling in one of my guest rooms. Thinking about how much greater my life would be if I found her, she'll want for nothing and I would make it my life's mission to make her happy as long as she gives me what I need. She'd make waking up in the mornings worth it.

Although I don't believe in soulmates its nice to fall asleep wondering if she's out there. And with that thought in mind, I drift off to sleep. Dreaming of the perfect woman, my perfect submissive.
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