One final click, and it was posted. I scooted my chair away from my desk dramatically and stood. I needed to do something for the next couple of hours to distract myself. I threw on a pair of running shorts and shoes, hitting the trail behind my apartment complex. I ran hard, my legs on fire by the end of it. I needed a hot shower and to get ready.
Once I looked presentable and smelled better, I stared at my reflection in my floor length mirror for a while. A cute skirt, with a cardigan and boots. My usually frizzy, blonde hair was smoothed down with a flat iron. I applied my makeup carefully, giving myself the sought-after cat eyes.
I flippantly checked my phone for the thirtieth time and decided it would be fine to show early. That way, I could get comfortable and scope out the scene before anyone else.
I hopped in my car and turned the ignition, driving slowly to one of my favorite coffee shops on Park Ave. It was busy enough, but not too busy; tucked into the corner at the end of the street. I strode through the doors, trying my best to keep a level of confidence. I found a seat close enough to the counter and ordered my drink and cookie. I was too nervous to eat, so slid the cookie aside and enjoyed my hot chai latte.
I pulled out my phone and reread the post one last time.
Sub looking for a dom, show up to Café Sasso's on Park Avenue at 3pm wearing jeans and a red shirt. Bring a laptop and order a chocolate chip muffin.
That's all I wrote, and I wondered if maybe I was much too vague. I thought maybe I should have added more details, been more specific. It was too late now, as it was nearly 3pm. I sipped my latte nervously. Maybe I should have noted they bring a book or something, as several people were working on laptops, one woman was even wearing a red shirt and jeans.
I bit at my thumbnail, worrying that a woman would show, since I hadn't been more specific.
Shit.
I opened the post back up and tried to delete it as fast as I could, hurriedly shoving my arms through my cardigan, gathering my things.
Just then a man walked in. He was wearing a red tie, which accentuated his black suit. He had medium length dark brown hair, freshly shaven, tall, handsome. There was no way it could be him. I seemed to be frozen in place, watching him order a coffee and a chocolate chip muffin. I blanched, my mouth falling open. He turned and we made direct eye contact. There was a glimmer in his eye as he winked at me, walking towards me.
"Is this seat taken?" He looked down at my uneaten cookie and I shook my head furiously, flustered.
"N-no, it's not." I stammered.
He sat down and smiled warmly at me, folding his hands on the table. He took a sip of his coffee, asking, "What brings you in today? Studying?"
His inquiry made me laugh and shake my head. "No, I'm not a student. I'm just having
a coffee on my day off, how about you?" I started to relax; it couldn't be him. Just a random friendly stranger.
"Are you sure you're not waiting for someone?" he pressed.
"No, I'm alone." I furrowed my brows as he cocked his head in confusion.
"So, you're not waiting for a stranger to find you? Maybe a dom?" He smirked and took another sip of his coffee.
My heartbeat got a little faster. "You?" I asked.
"Me, what?"
"You read my ad?" I wrang my hands together under the table, crossing my legs.
His presence was domineering, and I felt small under his spectating gaze.
"You do realize anyone could have come here? It's obvious who amongst all the people here, is a waiting submissive. I noticed you as soon as I walked in the door. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"
"I-I don't know what I was thinking. I deleted the post and was about to leave when you walked in." I started to become frustrated, I didn't like being questioned.
"Well, I'm glad I found you, before some other creep did. If you were my sub, I would punish you severely for this." His gaze darkened and I shuddered at the words,
my sub.
"I wasn't thinking clearly," I admitted.
"Desperation can lead people to make all sorts of decisions."
"I am
not
desperate. I just don't know where else to find a dom." This made a small smile grow at the corner of his mouth. His very full mouth.
"What are you looking for exactly?" He put his elbows on the table, leaning in closer.
"Just a teacher, someone to teach me about the whole kink community and how it works. I've never done anything like this before, I just don't want to live a vanilla life anymore."
"What's so vanilla about your life?" he questioned.
"Everything, I work as a waitress in a restaurant, then I go home and sleep. Next day it's the same. On my days off I try to do adult things, to find someone. But they all leave after a quick fuck. And half the time, it's no good. I need something different."
"So, you thought this was a good idea?" I glared up at him through thick lashes. He put his hands up in defense. "I just can't get over it, that's all. You could have been kidnapped, or worse."
"I get it, it was dumb, moving on."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're a bit of a brat, aren't you?"
"Excuse me?" My eyes widened and I momentarily wanted to punch him.
He laughed, "You really don't know anything, huh?"
"That's why I'm here." I gave him a sweet smile and his expression darkened again.
"I've had many subs, but never one as innocent as you. They at least know the basics."
I shivered, was he considering being my dom? He was so handsome; I couldn't help but desire him. Especially being that I hadn't slept with anyone in over a year. I gave up completely after my last hookup from the bar.
Gross.
"So, do you have a sub now?" His eyebrow raised.
"No, I do not currently have a sub. I've been looking for a while. Are you interested?" A crooked smile and his features were that much sexier. His luscious locks of dark hair were perfectly placed, his white teeth gleamed, and his strong jaw clenched as he waited for my answer.
"Yes," I blurted before thinking.
"Would you like to come somewhere quieter with me, so we can discuss the rules?"
I nodded, standing, taking his outstretched hand.
