So it was true. He was looking for someone and wanted to spend money on it. But why not just ask any girl? He was so handsome, he could get any girl he’d flirt with. He’d only have to touch her and she’d swoon in his arms. Not exactly a hard thing to find. I didn’t get why he was going through all this trouble.
“I know it might come as a shock, so I guess this is the part where you storm out,” he said.
I bit my lip. Maybe. I didn’t know if I wanted to leave. A part of me wanted to run away as fast as I could, the other was longing for a man’s love. His loving. Last night he wouldn’t touch me. Now I had the chance to fulfill my own needs, as well as his, and get some cash. Why did this feel like it was too good to be true?
“I don’t understand, there must be a catch,” I blurted out.
“Excuse me?” Dominic seemed confused. Fazed, almost. As if he was expecting me to get up instead of ask questions.
“Why would you offer a girl money to do these things with you? You could get any girl you want.”
He laughed. “I could, yeah. If I wanted that. But what I need is something else entirely.”
“Oh, really? I was under the impression you just wanted to pay a girl to have sex with you.”
I looked him straight in the eye to show him my resolve. He gazed back and didn’t even flinch.
“It’s much, much more than that. But why are you asking? Are you interested?” He leaned forward.
I swallowed and almost bit my tongue. I’d wanted to get my hands on him ever since I met him and this opportunity was just too hard to resist. The problem was, how far was he going to take it? All this talk about being obedient had got me thinking it was a lot more than I was used to.
“Tell me what you’re looking for,” I said, clearing my throat.
“As I said, I require utmost obedience. I am looking for a partner. A lover. Someone who will do as I say. A submissive.”
A submissive? Does that mean he’s a Dom?
I’d read about this. There were men who took pleasure out of being overly dominant. Who loved to exert their power and see their partners beg for pleasure. And the subs enjoyed pain. Pain inflicted by the Dom.
“And you want me to be that?” I blurted out.
His lip curled up into a mischievous smile. “Perhaps. You’re the first girl who’s stayed. I admire your tenacity. You know, I’ve been watching you, and I think you’d make an excellent sub.”
I snorted. “Really?”
“Yes. You like to obey. I felt it the moment your body shuddered from the mere touch of my fingers. You wanted to do anything to please me yesterday, even if it meant throwing caution to the wind. I’d say you’d make a perfect sub.”
“Oh …” I was thinking about it myself now. It was true. I’d do anything for that feeling of him touching me again. I melted in his arms. I’d never experienced anything like this, nor did I ever feel what it was like to be under someone else’s control. To completely surrender. It was a tempting idea.
“Of course, you’d need to be initiated. You need to be taught how to listen, how to please, how to live for it. I can teach you. I’ll make use of your services whenever I ask and you’ll provide. You’ll receive payment of course, which you can use however you want.”
“You mean, I’d become your submissive, and in return you’d pay me?”
“That’s pretty much it, yes. I want to pay you for the troubles my wishes bring. That’s why I call it a service. I don’t force myself upon anyone. I just want it to be some sort of give and take, you know?”
I took in a deep breath and heaved a sigh. It was quiet for some time. I was taking in every piece of information that had just been discussed. That I desperately needed money, because my books were going nowhere. That he’d provide for me. The absurdity of it all. The hunger I’d felt for months.
“Am I correct to assume you’re actually considering my offer?” He titled his head.
“Well … it depends. I have to think about it.”
He muffled a laugh. “That’s alright. I’ll also need to test you first.”
“Test me?”
“Just a second, Julie. First things first. There is an agreement you have to sign, before we can make any arrangements.” He pulled an envelope out from his drawer and handed it over to me. “You can only open it if you’ll accept my offer and after you’ve completed your test. Do it in your hotel room, not here.”
I nodded and put the envelope in my bag.
“Now, about your test … did you get my gift this morning?”
I frowned. “Gift?”