Page 50 of The Dommes

“No, no, we need to talk about it.”

“All right.” I once again offer the couch, but she declines.

“I didn’t show up on Wednesday because I was afraid. No, not afraid. Too nervous.”

“About what? It was a date.”

“A date with certain expectations.”

“What expectations? I didn’t anticipate anything except some dinner and maybe some, you know…”

“Exactly. That’s what I was nervous about.”

“Why? I wasn’t going to force you to do anything.”

“I know that, but you have to understand my point of view.”

“All right, what’s your point of view?”

She looks at me as if I’m an idiot. Okay, so maybe I am. If I can’t read her right now, I must be an idiot. That’s fine. I can handle being an idiot.

What I can’t handle is worrying about her.

Finally, Kathleen leans against my couch, in that exact spot Stephanie was in only a few minutes ago. “It’s not the sex. I’m a big girl and can handle casual sex. It’s the… type of sex.”

“Is casual sex not a type of sex?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

I also don’t have time for this kind of bullshit. No mind games. Just tell me what’s going through your head, Katie. I don’t want to misjudge you. I don’t want to misinterpret something you’ve said. Just tell me what’s on your damn mind.

“I wasn’t ready to submit to you.”

“What?” I’m on the verge of laughing. Holy shit, was she going to go through with the bet? “I didn’t expect you to do that at all.”

“Really?”

“Why the hell would I?”

“The bet…”

“Fuck that stupid bet. As I said, we were drunk. Were you going to hold me to it if I lost?”

“You weren’t?”

“No!”

“Shit…”

I put a hand on her shoulder, ready to shake with laughter. “I know that’s not who you are. So, I don’t expect you to ever do that.”

“But I…”

“Hm?”

Kathleen turns away, blushing. What have I done to her this time? “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Submitting, that is.”

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