His Sub

Chapter Three

I wake up and look around. I fell asleep with the tv on last night. I roll my eyes and sigh. I stand and my feet feel heavier than ever. Empty champagne glasses cover the table. I must have had a lot to drink last night, but I dont even remember last night, so I wouldn't know.

I grab the glasses and put them all in the sink. Its Saturday, my day off. I always clean on my days off. I wash them and the rest of the dishes before putting them all away. I wipe off my counters, sweep the floors. Before I can finish, my cellphone begins to ring.

"Hello?" My words come out more angry than I thought.
"Leah? Where the hell have you been missy? I have been calling you." My mom's voice sounds through the phone.
"Uh... yeah mom. I'm fine? Why are you worried?" I ask.
"I am your mother young lady." She gets louder.
"Mom, I'm busy. You always call at the wrong time!" I holler back.
"Okay honey, I love you. You need to pray to jesus christ about your problems." She sighs.

I dont say anything else and I end the phone call. I dont need Jesus Christ, I need my mother to understand my problems. Ever since Dad died she believes that the key to every soul is those who love christ.

My phone buzzes, indicating a text message. It's from Tia. She has been my best friend since kindergarten. "So some of us girls are going to a party. Not just any party. It's to meet Doms. You should come I'll pick you up!" Is all it says. A party to meet dominant males? Now that's a party I should go to. A male who can take control in bed. Ian never ate me out or pleased me, he said the males should always receive pleasure for loving their women. Maybe I'll find a dominant.

"What time? I'm interested." I text back. As if she had awaited my response, she texts back immediately. "I'll pick you up at 7:30 because the party is at 8:00." I look at the time. 1:22. I skip to my room, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest with excitement. I choose my short, red, spaghetti strap dress. It's got three slits on each side showing more of my legs. I wore this on Thanksgiving and my mom told me I was going to go to hell to wear it. If she was here right now, she would tell me the same thing and lecture me about what the bible said.

I go to the bathroom curl my hair and apply hairspray. I throw on my eyelashes and my high lacy heels. They lace up to my knee. I also apply red lipstick. Time had gone by fast, and the time came around shortly.

On time, 7:30, my doorbell rings. I open the door and my best friend stands there with a huge smile on her face. She's wearing ripped Jean's and a crop top with black heels and her hair done nicely. Black lipstick to match and eyeliner. She looks amazing.

"Woah, girl you really outdid yourself." She speaks. I blush. "Come on." She grabs my hand, practically dragging me down the stairs to her car.

We get in her sleek, black mustang. She makes good money. She always has. I know if I ever needed money, she would be the first to give. When I get buckled she looks over at me. The smile on her face means that she is up to no good. She pulls out a bag of weed and smiles at me. "Tonight will be fun." She announces. I shake my head. "Are you crazy? It's against the law." I answer. She chuckles.  "One time. Please. Like old times? For me?" She asks, puffing her bottom lip out at me. I sigh but giggle. "Fine, but never again."

On the way there she makes me roll the blunt, it looks like complete fucking ass when I'm done because I haven't rolled a blunt since senior year in high school. She lights it and passes it after every two hits. By the time we finish, my head is wild, and my eyes are very red. My best friend looks over at me and busts up laughing. Always laughing at me when im high. She pulls out her perfume and we spray ourselves down while sitting in the parking lot. We also put gum in our mouths.

We get out and head into the party. The house is huge, music is blaring, and the smell of booze and weed fill my nose. Red lights are going off everywhere.

When we get in the house its filled with people. All of the men here are extremely attractive. I have made a right choice coming here. All of these sexy males. Tonight's going to be a joy ride. "Okay, so I am going to go to the dance floor." My best friend yells in my ear, hoping to be louder than the music. She pecks my cheek before practically skipping to the dance floor. I find myself in the kitchen, looking for something worthy enough to drink. I find an ice cold beer in the fridge. I take the cap off and take the longest drinks there are until the drink is half way gone.

I decide to take a stroll around. I go to turn around but instead I fall into a hard chest. "Oh my ba-. Wait, is this a fucking joke? Leah, what are you doing here?" Liams voice hollers. I look into his eyes and smile sheepishly. "Oops." Is all I say before attempting to walk away.

A hand reached and grabs my elbow pulling me into them. "Are you here looking for a dom?" He whispers in my ear, loud enough for me to hear. I nod. "Really? Why didn't you just talk to me?" He asks. I shrug. "Because you have too many girls in your apartment". I respond. "Stacy was my Subbmissive." He states. Shock spreads my face. "Oh, uh, I am sorry. She just ended up at my door threatening me." I mutter.

He smirks. "That's okay. What kind of Dom are you into?" He asks. I smile. "Someone who can please me, cherish me, and take control in bed." I raise an eyebrow at him. He smiles. "All doms are like that sweetheart. Some are rougher in bed than others. Chains, whips, ect." He tells me. I raise both of my brows. "What do you like?" I ask, but as soon as the question comes out I cover my mouth and apologize profusely. He chuckles.

"I like a various of different Dom things. I like chains, whips, handcuffs, anything you could think of." He responds. "Do you have a subbmissive? Or are you going to stand here and bother me the whole night? Cause I'm not interested." I ask. He shakes his head. "I was hoping to find one here. I think I already did." He smirks. I scoff. "You really think small talk does anything? Get over yourself." I roll my eyes and walk away.

Just like Ian. He believes he is in charge of us females. Just another male to fucking avoid.