Why do I feel like I’m about to do something I’m going to regret?
And why, oh why, does it have to be with Aaron Winters?
My heart is freaking out as I move through the quiet, tidy little home to the kitchen.
“Can I offer you a drink?” He asks.
“No, I’m okay.”
“Then put Jiji down and come with me.”
It’s a command.
I’m submissive enough to recognize a command from a Dom when I see one.
I’m also experienced enough to know that this is a test. Am I going to listen to what he says? Am I going to be obedient? Or am I going to push him away?
I don’t know if I want to be in a relationship with Aaron. Even though, apparently, he’s always had a thing for me, too. That desire isn’t really enough to mean that we’d be a good match in life or in bed.
But there’s something stirring deep inside of me, something I’ve been pushing down for a long time, and there’s a part of me that wants to know more. There’s a part of me that wants to try more.
Am I willing to try?
It doesn’t have to be anything serious. I’m not making any promises, right? It’s just a command.
One simple, easy command.
Put the cat down.
Go with him.
Somehow, I manage to lower myself to the ground and gently set Jiji down. Then I stand back up, take Aaron’s hand, and I look up at him. I let out a deep breath. Yeah, I was holding my breath. I know he saw me wrestling with that decision, but he waited patiently.
“Good girl,” he says, and the worst shoot right to my pussy.
Fuck.
Me.
Silly.
Those are the words I love to hear. They’re the words that will make me do just about anything. I’m like some sort of enchanted princess who is cursed to obey anyone who calls her a good girl because oh, I really, really crave those words.
Aaron leads me into his living room and we sit down on the couch. We’re sitting side-by-side, and he’s still holding my hand. I’m holding hands with Aaron Winters, and I really can’t believe this at all.
“What are you looking for at the club?” He asks me.
“Uh...”
Okay, so that question caught me off guard.
“Do you know what you’re looking for?” He asks instead.
“Yes, I know.”
“What is it?”
“I’m just there to have a good time,” I shrug.