Page 21 of Rousing Renee

My phone beeped, and I peeked to see it was from Ezra. My god…

Last night was something for the books. We played games until well into the evening. Then we laid on the floor and talked until almost midnight. He kept his hands to himself and didn’t make another move all night, which made it twice as bad for me. There wasn’t an ulterior motive. The two of us spent intentional time together enjoying getting to know who we are.

From favorite foods to childhood fantasies. From pet peeves to safe places. He said all the right things, and we entertained one another. Silent moments weren’t heavy. Chatter-filled ones weren’t mindless. It was almost too perfect of a situation, but the bubble never burst. Not even when he walked me across the complex to my apartment, kissed my forehead goodnight, and made sure I got inside safely.

We texted until the early morning, and when I fell asleep, it was because he’d pulled the Dominant card and told me he needed me rested for my big day. I’d been too embarrassed to tell him what I was so excited about. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t capable of being submissive to him if it came down to it. It was the perfect thing to help me regain my confidence and maybe I could go back to burlesque dancing. That’s what I’d done after the cheerleading dreams crashed and burned. Waitressing was a backup gig.

I showered, got dressed, and walked over to the classrooms while texting Ezra. Completely into the silly banter we were having, I entered the room I was supposed to be in and sat down in the first empty chair I saw. Then my head was back to my messages. When an alarm sounded from a phone at the front of the room, I was in the middle of responding when I heard Ezra speak.

“Good morning, students.” He looked at me with a slight smirk on his face. “I’m Master EJ and I’ll be teaching you how to elevate your submission from where you are now to a better version by the end of the term. If you have questions today, you’ll write them down on a piece of paper and turn them in at the end of class. If you don’t have questions, think of some because it’s your assignment for today. Before we begin, I want to go around the room and have everybody tell me your first name and your favorite way to serve your person. I expect honesty because you’ll be using that skill for the basis of homing in the rest of your submission. We’ll start on the right and work our way around.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Nooooooooooo.

I sighed to myself, unable to think straight. Unfortunately, my favorite way to serve my Dominant was complete and total submission. Giving them full control and taking away the decisions. It was also on my safety list of things not to reveal until after I was dating somebody for some time. It had to be earned. I pulled out my phone and discreetly texted Sampson.

Me: I need help fast. I’ll explain later.

Sampson: Okay, diva. Spill it.

Me: Ezra wants to know my favorite way of submitting to someone. I can’t tell him because it’s part of my therapy as a way to endure more trauma. Folks take advantage. He also said be honest.

Sampson: That’s tough. Gimme a sec.

Time ticked on and Ezra was getting closer to calling on me to answer. When he got to the girl beside me, I panicked.

“Next.” Ezra said, smiling in my direction.

Had she really answered that quickly? My phone lit up and Sampson’s message popped on the screen.

Sampson: Tell him your second favorite option or an element of your first favorite.

I exhaled, understanding the assignment.

“Hello, I’m Renee. One of my favorite ways to submit to my person is to anticipate their needs.”

“Explain.” He wrote on his tablet as he had been with everyone.

“If he gets off work and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge when he gets home, I’d make sure his favorite brand was always there and cold. Umm… if he likes fluffy towels on his body, I’d wash the towels in baking soda. If he wants me to greet him kneeling…” I paused when his eyes met mine and I saw his eyes blaze with interest. “I’d do it wearing his favorite color to see me in.”

He licked his lips slowly, nodded in approval, and went back to writing. “Thank you, Renee. Next.”

Even from far away, I could feel him. I knew he was aroused and approved of my answer. It warmed something inside me and I hated how I felt the unspoken “good girl” that I knew his approval came with.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Arousal pooled between my legs, and when I glanced up to see him looking at me when my classmate was talking, I stopped breathing for a second. A message popped on my phone, lighting up the screen and I didn’t need to look down to know it was from him. But I did.

Ezra: I knew you were such a good girl.

Raising my eyes to his, I slowly crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together.

Ezra: Tease.

I smiled at him and turned to the girl who was long winded and telling us her life story. Why couldn’t she be sitting on the other side of me?

Me: For the right person, I’m the best behaved. They have to earn it, though.

Ezra: As they should. Focus.

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