All Good Things Exposed(13)

"I want to be everything you need." She said with conviction. "I need to be everything you need. Please don't push me away. I've made up my mind. I want this."

Did she? Had she? Did she even know what she was getting herself into? Did she know what she would have to give up in order to become my submissive? Did I know what I needed from her? I'd never had a submissive I cared for the way I cared for Olivia. Of course I didn't want anything bad to happen to them, but I didn't care one iota for the emotional traumas they may suffer at my hand. But, I knew I would care for Olivia's.

"Do you know what being a submissive entails, Olivia?" I asked. I could see by the uncertainty in her eyes that she in fact, did not.

"No," her voice was shaky. "But I'm sure I could figure it out."

"It takes training." My voice was husky. I was getting turned on. I was a sick-minded fuck who should be shot. But, I couldn't bring myself to stop. "Are you prepared for that?"

"Yes."

"Are you certain?"

For a minute, she didn't move or speak or breathe and I thought maybe I'd convinced her in some weird way to run from this idea. But then she spoke. "I'm sure."

"All right." I released her and a rush of breath left her lungs.

"All right?" She questioned. "What does that mean?"

"We'll begin as I usually begin." I stated factually. "There are grounds we need to establish, Olivia, before we jump into this."

"What grounds?"

"I need to know what you can and cannot handle." I walked into the closet, leaving her standing naked in my room before snatching a white satin housecoat I'd purchased for her before I'd been forced to walk out of her life. I hadn't been able to find the ability to rid my house of the clothing I had purchased, and I was grateful for my weakness. As much as I would have loved her to walk around my house naked, I didn't think she would be comfortable with it. Especially under the current circumstances.

I walked back into the bedroom in time to catch Olivia staring at her dress in horror. "What happened?"

"I cut it off you." I explained simply before handing her the housecoat.

She dropped the dress, quickly snatching the housecoat from my hand, draping her shoulders with the fabric. "Thanks." She looked at the dress on the floor again. "I can't believe you cut up my dress."

"I'll buy you another." I said halfheartedly as I walked to the door.

"That's not the point, Jace." She snapped. "You shouldn't have cut it."

"I didn't want to wake you and you weren't sleeping with it on." I explained and she rolled her eyes. If she were my submissive, I would punish her. I thought about telling her this but decided it wasn't the time. She didn't know what she was agreeing to and I had to make her understand before I went and got all excited.

I rubbed my face tiredly. I wished I could be a normal man with normal desires…for her. I wished I could remain adamant in my belief that I didn't need this…but I wanted it. I wanted to possess her so badly and she was offering me the chance. Who the hell was I to pass that opportunity up?

I walked from the bedroom and Olivia followed behind me. My heart was a rapidly beating mess in my chest as I thought about how I was going to go about this. In every other woman I'd had the conversation with, I had never been this nervous. But I had never really cared what they thought of me. I hadn't cared about their fears of me…their repulsion by my desires. In fact, I hadn't really cared about all that much. However, I cared for Olivia. I didn't want her afraid of me. I couldn't handle that.

I led her to the kitchen and gestured to a barstool. "Sit." Her eyes narrowed at my command, but she didn't question it. She sat. "Your defiance in everything may turn out to be an issue."

"How so?" She asked.

"You say you want to be my submissive, Olivia. Do you even know the definition of that word?"

"Of course I know the definition." She snapped. Her cheeks blushed cherry pink and my cock strained against my pants. I ignored it.

"Exactly what do you think a submissive is?" I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back against the counter, facing her.

She stammered. "I guess it's someone who is willing to bend to a dominants desires."

I nodded. "A submissive is someone, in your case, a woman, who is giving her dominant, me, control over nearly every aspect of her life. That is what my submissives do, Olivia." I set my eyes on her and she shrunk into herself. "Do you understand? Are you still so willing?"

"I don't think I understand, Jace." She said quietly.

"My submissives are 24/7 submissives."