Authors: Sky Corgan
The next day seemed
to drag on endlessly as I waited for the clock to tick down to five
o'clock so that I could get off work, change clothes, and head over
to Talia's apartment. Hell, I was so desperate to hear her response
that I thought about skipping going home completely. It was important
not to seem too eager though.
Finally, it was time
for the verdict. I drove over to Talia's apartment with a knot in my
stomach, hoping and praying that the cards would fall in my favor.
Chet had damaged her, but I could heal her. I was convinced of that.
She opened the door,
and the same familiar scent of cooking wafted out to greet me behind
her brilliant smile. Today's dinner had a strange smell to it. Curry
perhaps? She seemed like a culinary eclectic, so I wouldn't put it
past her.
“
Come
in.” Talia moved away from the door to let me in.
I
scanned her up and down, a bit disappointed that she wasn't wearing
sexy lingerie. Maybe it was a bad sign.
“
Always
cooking,” I teased.
“
A
way to a man's heart.” She walked past me and gave me a little
wink. Dear God, how I wanted her.
“
Is
that what you're aiming for?” I smirked, following her into the
kitchen and standing there to watch her stir something in a pot.
“
Maybe.”
“
So
I'm hoping that means good things for me.”
“
It
means chicken curry.”
“
That's
not exactly what I was talking about.”
“
I
know. Good things come to those who wait though. Sit down, and I'll
serve you.”
Good
things come to those who wait. The phrase repeated itself in my head,
and I knew I had won. Now was just a question of the conditions that
I was sure she was going to put forth.
I
sat patiently until she finished cooking, and it was time for dinner.
Then I ate silently, enjoying the food, but also looking forward to
having her for dessert. Knowing that it was only a matter of time
before she belonged to me made me feel almost giddy.
When
dinner was over, we went into the living room, and I sat on the sofa,
watching her take a seat on the recliner across from me. She looked
down at her hands, fidgeting with her nails as if she wasn't sure
where to begin.
“
Is
it safe to offer you an interview now?” I asked.
“
Are
you sure you want to be a Dom again?” Talia looked up at me
earnestly.
“
I've
been sure since we first met.”
“
Really?”
Her expression brightened.
“
And
what about you? Are you sure you want to be a submissive again?”
“
Not
really.” She shook her head. “I mean I want to, but I'm
still a bit afraid.”
“
Did
you not enjoy what we did last night?”
“
I
loved it. Absolutely loved it. It was amazing. I guess I just fear
that we're going to be together for a while, and then you'll
eventually turn into someone else.”
“
I'm
not Chet, Talia.”
“
I
know, but that lingering fear is still there.”
“
I'll
do everything in my power to squash it.”
“
You
already have. You've done so much for me,” she sighed.
“
Listen.
I don't want you to get into this because you feel some sense of
obligation to pay me back. I haven't been trying to manipulate you
into becoming my sub. I only want you to do it if that's what you
want. If it's not what you want, it's fine, I'll understand.”
“
I
appreciate that.” Talia smiled weakly. “You know, I've
wanted to be a sub for the longest time. Chet ruined that for me. But
I think you've shown me that it doesn't have to be horrible. It can
be everything I've read about, everything I've dreamed about.”
“
So
is that a yes?” I asked hesitantly.
She
looked me straight in the eye and said, “That is a yes.”
My
heart leaped for joy, though I tried my hardest to maintain my
composure on the outside. “So, I can interview you then?”
“
No.”
Talia shook her head, and a mischievous grin crossed her perfect
lips. “There are some things we're still going to do my way. I
want to get to know you a little at a time. Forms are boring. You
already have my list of kinks and dislikes. That's enough to start
with. I don't need any heady contracts to keep me in line. Just tell
me what you want me to do and what you don't want me to do, what you
expect from me.”
“
What
about a trial?” I quirked an eyebrow at her.
“
Yes.
I do want a trial. Would two weeks be enough?”
“
How
about a month? That way, you'll have a good long time to figure out
if being with me is something you really want and if being a sub is
still something you really want.”
“
You're
so considerate.” She smiled at me, crossing the distance
between us to sit next to me and nuzzle her face against my shoulder.
“I think I could love you one day, Micah.”
Her
words caught me off guard, but also filled me with a warmth that I
hadn't experienced in a long time. Not since Hannah.
“
I
think I could love you too.”
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Bonus
excerpt from
His
Indecent Training
There was an uneasy
feeling in my chest as I stared down at the submissive questionnaire
Damien Reed had given me. For the past few weeks, he had been
teaching me about sexual nature and fantasy. This would be taking
things a step further. Learning about BDSM would put our relationship
on a completely different level—a level I had wanted so badly
since first setting eyes on Damien Reed. He was handsome, dominant,
caring, and still a complete anomaly to me. More than anything, I
wanted to unravel his mystery—and become a part of it.
Initially, I hoped
for a normal relationship with him. But Damien Reed's desires ran
darker than that. I had tasted his carnal lust, pressed up against
the glass window of a public building. He had taught me that sex was
more than just a man and women coupled together. It could be so much
more—have so many different sensations.
I licked my lips,
thinking of all the things we had done together. Memories of being
blindfolded, and handcuffed, and forced to masturbate for him.
Everything he did to me brought a new wave of emotions and sexual
bliss. Before I knew it, I had become addicted to his
lessons—addicted to him.
This was the next
phase. The phase where I was more than just his student. The phase of
commitment. But it came at a price. Many of my normal everyday
freedoms would be stripped away. I would have to learn to obey his
every command, to be at his beck and call. Not his girlfriend, but
his submissive. In truth, I still wasn't sure that was what I wanted,
but I would do anything it took to be close to him, and if this was
the price . . .
On top of the
questionnaire was a letter. It read as follows:
To the submissive
under consideration:
You are reading this
letter because you have taken an interest in becoming a submissive.
The first part of the process is to fill out the following
questionnaire for examination and consideration. Many of the
questions are very personal. Please be advised that it is important
for you to answer all questions as honestly and thoroughly as
possible.
Part of being a
submissive is to be completely open with your Dominant. By accepting
this questionnaire, you have agreed to take the first step in that
process. All questions must be answered from the bottom of your
heart. There must be no falsified information or half-truths.
If you come across a
question that you don't understand, research the information. It is
your responsibility and first duty as a submissive under
consideration to fill out this questionnaire completely. Failure to
do so will result in consideration for your training to be revoked.
The seriousness of
it twisted knots in my stomach. If anyone else had handed me such a
letter, I might have smirked or laughed. Damien Reed didn't play
games though. Every typed word was meant wholeheartedly, and I knew
that if things were going to work between us, then I had to be as
honest as possible, no matter how uncomfortable it made me or how bad
I might feel about my answers.
In truth, I had been
putting off filling out the questionnaire for a while. The sheer
number of questions on it made my head spin. Some of them were easy
to answer. Some of them, not so much.
It was down to the
wire though. I would be meeting with Damien Reed the following day to
go over my answers. Whether I liked it or not, the questionnaire
demanded my full attention if I wanted to belong to him. And I did
want to belong to him.
With a sigh, I
removed the staple from the stack of papers and filed the letter to
the back. The first page was a basic health questionnaire, asking me
about drug usage and medical conditions. For the most part, I was a
good girl. The only drug I had ever experimented with was marijuana.
I enjoyed it, but not enough to go out of my way for it. My medical
and psychological history was clean too. The only thing wrong with me
was bad vision, and I preferred to correct it with glasses, which
Damien already knew.
The next few pages
got a lot more intimate. There were questions about my sexuality, my
experience, what I expected from my relationship with Damien, how
often I wanted sex, and what types of domestic skills I was good at.
Behind that was a list of words for which I had to write down my own
definitions. The last few pages of the questionnaire contained a
mile-long list of kinks. I was supposed to indicate which ones that I
would be interested in trying, my level of interest in the activity,
and which ones I absolutely wouldn't do.
By the time I
finished filling out the questionnaire, it was past midnight. My
brain felt completely fried, and I couldn't believe I had spent
almost three hours on the thing. Thank God the weekend loomed ahead,
and I didn't have to be at Damien's place until four o'clock the next
day.
Exhausted, I crawled
into bed, staring across my nightstand at the stack of papers that
had consumed so much of my time, wondering if Damien Reed would be
pleased with my answers. Whether he was or not, I probably wouldn't
know. His face was usually expressionless, rarely betraying a hint of
his true emotion. It was one thing I hated about him, adding to the
mystery that was Damien Reed. So many times, I had wondered what was
going on inside of that gorgeous head of his. I suppose it didn't
matter now though. Once I turned in that stack of papers, he would be
mine. At least, that's how I assumed it worked. In reality, I still
wasn't quite sure what to expect. But Damien would teach me. He was
good at that.