I am His

Part Six

He puts the pizza on the coffee table. "What are your plans for tomorrow then?"

"Just more writing probably. Now I don't have to stress about assignments I can write whatever I want."

"Where about's are you from? Because you're not a Londoner."

"Yorkshire. I've been blessed to not have the thick accent though", I said while picking up a slice of pizza. It was pepperoni and the steam of the heat fell off of it as it makes its way to my mouth.

"So, lets talk about this then." The serious face returned as he also takes a slice of pizza and starts eating it.

The face was hard to describe. His eyes started to look right through you. His mouth was shut tight. All expression had seemed to leave his face. His bright blue eyes were like the deep ocean. His light hair glistened in the light of the room.

He did not look 48. Well I didn't think so anyways. The grey in his hair didn't really show because of the blonde still running through it. He had some stubble on his face, which I felt made him look more handsome. The colour of his white shirt brought out the tanned colour of his skin. He is an actor he has probably been abroad shooting something secret.

"I want to be safe about this. What I want in a relationship is different to other people." Different? How would it be normal? A young student hanging around with a world famous actor. Yeah like that would be a normal thing to happen.

"How so?" I said curiously. Why would this handsome man possibly want me? Me of all people. The boring university student who stays at home and writes all the damn time.

"I mean, I am into stuff that is different to what other men are into. You see, I like being with someone who is willing to give up control. The main reason by marriage broke down is because she felt like she could not submit to me the way that I needed"

I am so confused. What in the hell is he going on about. I didn't know if he thinks I know what he is on about, but I truly do not have a clue.

"I'm sorry but I don't understand what you are asking me to do here?" I stutter while trying to maintain eye contact with him.

He gets up and walks over to the desk at the far side of the room. He picks up some paper. Its stapled and has printed text on it. There must have been at least 6 pages in this document.

"Read through this and it will explain everything. If you are willing to do something, then tick the box but if you are not willing then you just cross it out." He says while passing me the document.

I glace down at the document that he has just handed me. The first page looked almost like a contract. His name was written in the top left hand corner and on the right my name written in blue ink.

I didn't know what I was doing. My eyes scan the page to look at what this was.

Dominant and Submissive Contract

He's a dominant! What the hell. He wanted me to be his submissive. The only reason I have some form of idea about what those words mean is because of that one time I got forced to watch Fifty Shades with my friends in 6TH form.

"You want me to be your submissive?" I say slowly while looking him in the eye.

"Yes. Yes, I do. This contract is basically like a list of things that I am willing to do, and it makes sure you are comfortable with those things too." He starts to ramble as I flick through the pages of the contract.

Are you willing to have sex with toys. For example;

• Vibrators

• Dildos

• Plugs

• Wounds

What the fuck is a wound! I felt like I was stupid because I had no idea what I would be comfortable with. How am I supposed to know something that I haven't experienced.

"Obviously this is your choice and you can leave right now if I have completely gone too far." His eyes met mine again as I lift my head up from the paper.

"I feel like this is a little fast isn't it? I mean I only met you today. And I feel out of my depth just looking at this!" I snap at him. I didn't mean too but the whole thing was beginning to stress me out. "I'm sorry for being bratty but you cannot say that this isn't overwhelming for someone who is completely new to this."

"No, I'm sorry. I have sprung this on you way too quickly." He leaned in and gave me a hug.

I almost felt upset that I was not being the person he wanted me to be. The next thing I know I am sobbing on his shoulder. God what is wrong with me!

"Hey, hey, hey, now it's okay. It is never overwhelming at first. This doesn't change the fact that I like you. Very much." The idea of Martin liking me stopped my tears.

"You seriously still like a big cry baby like me?" I say while wiping my nose on the sleeve of my jacket.

"Of cause I do! I'd be mad not too. And you're not a cry baby. You're sensitive and caring. It's a good thing." He smiles at me and it lights up the room. I smile back at him and have the last sip of my glass of wine.

"Could I have another one of these please?" I giggle at him. "It'll make me feel better?" I flirt.

"Fine but you're staying the night here because I'm not letting you get in a cab drunk. You can sleep in my bed and I'll stay on the couch."