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I go check on my orders, right as there’s one ready for me to bring to a table. I grab the food and head to the couple, setting the steak down in front of the woman. “Here you go. Our brussels sprouts are the best. They’re my favorite. I love the honey glaze.” She’d ordered a side of them with all the fixings.

“I love them so much!” she replies as I give the man with her his food. They chat with me for a second, like a lot of the customers seem to do. I’m good with people, which is something I’m proud of. There are always assholes, of course, but overall, I enjoy working with the public.

The night flies by, and before I know it, I’m leaving North Hills to head to my apartment in downtown Raleigh. North Hills restaurants are where it’s at, but there’s no way I can afford to live there. Honestly, I couldn’t afford this place either if I didn’t share with Reggie. It’s not the best apartment, but it’s not the worst either. I feel safe, and the area is filled with people my age, so it works.

At home, I head upstairs, strip out of my clothes, and shower before taking my laptop to my bed and logging in to one of my favorite kink sites. There’s tons of information about the lifestyle, and they also have boards and areas where you can meet people. I’ve talked to at least twenty guys here, and whilenone of them are ever what I want and I’ve only met up with a few of them, I’ve at least gotten an orgasm or two out of it. Plus, I’ve learned a lot about myself just browsing the site and seeing that I’m not alone in the things I’ve always craved.

Much like hookup apps, you can see who’s online. I get about five messages right off the bat, mostly of dick pics with things likeYou want to get on your knees for me, boyandWhy don’t you come over and let me cage your little dick and fuck your hole.

No, thank you.

It’s not like I don’t want to do all the things he said or as if I’m looking for a relationship—I’m too young for that shit, and while my parents are the definition of a happy, healthy marriage and have been together since high school, I’m not ready to settle down. I want to enjoy being single, explore, and have fun. But that doesn’t mean I want to be submissive to someone who jumps into my DMs and tells me he wants to cage my dick and fuck me. I always talk to a guy for a while before I’m willing to meet up with him or even share photos. It means a lot of Doms aren’t interested, but I figure that means those aren’t the kind of Doms I want.

As I browse, a name catches my attention.

FulfillingDominance

I don’t know what it is about the moniker that makes curiosity tingle at my nape, but it does, so I click, curious to learn more.

I’ll fuck you with my words just as passionately as I’ll fuck you with my body. I’ll connect all the wires inside you that weren’t grounded before. I’ll engage all your senses, giving you a fulfilling experience that goes beyond sex, beyond Dominance and submission.

I tremble, which I realize is a dramatic response to someone’s words on a screen, but I can’t help reacting to what he says. There are no face shots on his profile, which is the same as mine.He doesn’t have dick photos either, but there are some of his chest, his hand with a crop, photos of other toys, and things like that. It’s not flashy. I don’t really do flashy. That’s one of the first things that will turn me off.

I continue reading.

I’ve recently moved to the area. While I’m not in a place where I’m looking for a relationship, I would like a consistent play partner, someone whose kinks match with mine, and someone I can also share thoughtful conversation with. I won’t waste time with someone who just wants to fuck and go. I insist on aftercare and conversation. If that’s not what you’re looking for, then I’m not the Dom for you. I’m demanding and intense, but never mean. I won’t stop until your bodyandyour mind are in sync, as I fulfill our mutual needs.

My chest fills with heat, my heart beating faster. I don’t know this man. He could be lying. He could be exaggerating. Maybe nothing about him will line up with what I need, but his words do something to me that no one’s have before. They fill me with both excitement and, hell, I guess a calmness, two things that shouldn’t fit together.

I don’t have it in me not to message, not to see what he has to say. I try not to get my hopes up because I’ve been fooled before, but I want this, want everything FulfillingDominance offers.

CravingMore: Hello, Sir. Is it okay if I call you that? I saw your page, and I really like what you have to say. I’m hoping we can talk a little more to see if we get along and if our kinks match up. I hope to hear back from you. Thank you for your time.

I hit Send, then wait. It says he’s online, but that doesn’t mean he’ll respond right away. He could be talking to someone else, or maybe he’ll look at my profile and decide he isn’t interested. Most likely that will happen, considering my shit luck when it comes to Doms.

I do some more searching online before I get a notification that I have an instant chat message. My heart bangs against mychest in a way it has no business doing as I click over and see that he replied.

FulfillingDominance: Yes. You can call me Sir while we talk, and if we meet up, I demand it, but I appreciate your asking. I had a look through your profile, and I like what I see. If you’re just looking for a quick fuck, then I’m not the Dom for you. I want a steady play partner. Someone I have chemistry with and can learn new ways to torment and pleasure. Someone who learns what I expect, whom I can depend on to be the kind of sub I require, and who can depend on me to take care of their needs.

It’s like an earthquake starts shaking at the very foundation of me, starts making my insides rattle and break open, but in a way that’s soothing rather than disruptive. It’s ridiculous to believe this can be anything, to trust this will work—I’ve only exchanged one message with him, after all—but for the first time since I started looking for a Dom, I’m hopeful.

I click in the instant chat box, hands shaking slightly.

CravingMore: Yes, Sir. I want that. It’s exactly what I want but haven’t been able to find.

FulfillingDominance: How does it make you feel?

I stare at the screen for a moment, unsure how to answer. No Dom has ever asked me how something they said makes me feel. It’s…unnerving yet welcome.

A thrill of panic shoots through me when another message comes through, making me fear I took too long and he’s not going to be interested, but I breathe out a sigh of relief when I read the message.

FulfillingDominance: Take your time, boy.

I sit up in bed a little more, holding the laptop on my thighs, thinking about what he said. I know what I feel, but I’m struggling to put it into words. It’s a little like he’s already seeing me naked, looking at parts of me no one has bothered trying to see before.

CravingMore: Well, there’s the obvious, Sir, and it made my dick hard.I backspace because that’s not the truth and I want to becompletely truthful with him.It made me start to get hard, my cock plumped up some. I’m not fully erect, but I could get there pretty easily. I feel wobbly…not on the outside, but on the inside. In my thoughts. But that’s a good thing. I’m hopeful too, hopeful that this will be what I’m looking for, that this will work out, that I’ll be who you need too, and that in giving you those things, it will give me what I need as well.I pause, close my eyes, and try to relax while focusing on the words FulfillingDominance had said to me.And I feel seen…which I didn’t realize until right now. Does that make sense?

Nerves attack all my senses as I hit Send and wait.

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