Page 44 of Dominant

“Jordan,” he spoke in a deep, serious voice, flicking his eyes to the floor as if trying to find his words.

“I know,” I said with a sigh. “You only fuck the best, I know.”

His blue eyes jumped back to my face, as if my words had surprised him, and then he looked remorseful.

“It’s not that. I should never have said that, Jordan. It’s that… there are some things you should know about me.”

“Try me.”

“I can be cruel sometimes.”

I breathed a laugh. “Uh, yeah, no shit.”

His lip curled in a hint of a smile. “I’m bossy,” he continued. “I need to have my own way. And I’m possessive.”

I nodded, wondering where this was going.

“If we were… together, I would need to own you completely, to possess you. I don’t know if you could handle that.”

Was he saying what I thought he was saying?

I realized I was holding my breath.

I answered carefully, laying a hand gently on his arm as if I was afraid of scaring off. “What more can I do to show you how much I want to be possessed by you?”

His eyes searched my face. “I would need to know that you’re mine.”

“I already am yours,” I breathed.

“Not everyone understands what it means to be owned by someone.”

“Try me.”

“Owning you means you trust me. Have you learned that yet about this lifestyle? It’s all about trust. When a submissive obeys, she’s showing she trusts her Dom, and that trust is sacred. A Dominant wants that trust. He wants to earn it and keep it. That’s power, being able to look after someone else. And nothing means more to me than that trust.”

I nodded, wanting him to continue. Alexander had never opened up so much to me, and strangely - I got it. He could be cruel, yet I already trusted him implicitly. I knew that Alexander would always look out for me. I knew that I was safe with him.

“I need to push the boundaries, that’s my problem. What I want in a relationship is to be able to push someone to the very limits of that trust. It’s been…” he averted his eyes briefly, a thought or memory taking hold of him for a second. “It’s been too much before, for other girls.”

I squeezed his hand. “Try me,” I repeated.

He nodded, once, holding my gaze with a serious expression. “Then, I want to push you as far as I can tonight, to make you prove your absolute submission to me.”

My blood spiked with adrenaline. “Okay.”

He leaned towards me and kissed the top of my head

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

I followed Alexander to a private room on the second floor of the clubhouse that I’d never seen before. The room was laid out like a luxury hotel room, with a large, four-poster bed on one side, and a spacious seating area facing a crackling fire on the other. A champagne bucket covered in condensation sat on a tray on the ottoman, along with six champagne flutes and a bell.

“Take off your shift and take a seat,” said Alexander, sitting down on a pink club chair and uncorking the champagne, pouring equal servings into each glass. He handed a glass to me and I reached for it, looking at him in surprise. Initiates were not supposed to consume any alcohol, or drugs.

“Go ahead this once,” said Alexander, and we clinked our glasses together.

“Who else is coming?” I asked.

“None of your business,” he answered. “But tonight I want you to serve all of them, in whatever way they demand of you. I have certain limits I’ve decided on for you, but you will do as you’re told.”

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