Page 45 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
The waitress took his order, he didn’t consult the menu once and I wanted to heave at his suggestion of oysters. “Try everything once,” he said, noticing the look on my face.
“What have you not tried, then?” I asked, leaning forward on the table.
“Lots of things, but this isn’t about me,” he replied. He moved closer, his body position mirroring mine.
“Okay, I’ll try,” I said, lowering my voice.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
“I like it when you say that,” I whispered back.
“If it wasn’t for your sarcasm, you’d make a good submissive,” he replied, probably a little louder than I would have liked.
I chuckled as the couple on the table next to us looked aghast.
“Whatisa submissive? Like, what do you do to them?”
“You are curious, aren’t you?”
“Yes. But don’t get the wrong idea, I don’t want to be one.”
“So, whatisa submissive? In real general terms here, because it’s not a straight forward answer, but it’s a person who wants to be led, guided, told what to do. A sub is someone who obeys.”
“What do they get out of it?”
“Sexual pleasure. There are people that live a sub and Dom lifestyle, I don’t. And there are people that like to take on those roles for their sexual pleasure. You got pleasure from being spanked, didn’t you?”
Wide-eyed, I looked around. Thankfully, no one had heard that comment.
“But I bet you also got pleasure from the anticipation. You ran when you knew you’d earned three strikes, yet no one had told you what that specifically meant. For some, the anticipation of what comes if they don’t obey is the ultimate thrill. That’s where you’d fit in.”
“And for you?” I asked, becoming slightly breathless.
“I like the power. I like to know that I am pleasing you in every way you desire without even knowing whatit is that you want. I get pleasure from you doing what I ask of you.”
“Are there any books that you’ve read that would explain it to me?”
“Perhaps, I’ll have a look.”
“I think we need to also change the subject,” I said, laughing, and waving my hand in front of my face to cool me down.
“Exploring your sexuality, your desires and wants, is what you should be doing, Ruby,” he said, then sat back.
“Well, right now, I’m going to either explore the inside of the toilet bowl or hump your leg. The oysters are on the way.”
His laughter was not only infectious but caused all the surrounding tables to look over and smile.
The waitress placed a metal stand in the middle of the table. She then laid a silver salver full of seafood on top. Some looked delicious, others, not so. We had a large finger bowl to share and extra napkins.
“There’s something special about eating with your hands,” Sebastian said.
“Mmm, says the man who didn’t have to scrape around the floor for food, I bet. I’ll have the luxury of a fork if that’s okay.”
“I told you before, don’t judge me. You don’t know what I’ve gone through myself.”
Suitably chastised, I nodded my head by way of anapology. “So, how do I do this?” I asked, picking up an oyster.
He gave me a choice of items to add to the oyster, I chose red wine vinegar. He then ate one himself. Well, I say ate, he tipped it down his throat.
