Hi there! Long time reader first time writer here, so Warning this part does not have exactly a lot of sex in it (none I don't think) it's more of a set up needed for the rest of the story to make sense and take place, hence the beginning but don't worry there will be plenty of steamy action to come! This isn't just a sex story it's also a love story and takes place in a bigger universe I can't wait to expand into and I hope you all like it, please enjoy.
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Sometimes, when I'm lying in bed awake at night, I think about the insane circumstances that led me to Danny. I look at his sleeping peaceful face, and I think of how every little detail had to fall perfectly in place, every single one. The good and the Bad. I know I wouldn't trade any of it for what I have now, and I'm positive my darling thinks the same, and yet it still haunts me.
How just as easily he could've died without me ever knowing even his name...
"Casey are you sure these are real submissives, or just guys who want to overpower a femme fatale and expect me to dress up in skimpy leather outfits?" I questioned, pinning my hair into an elaborate bun. Casey, my best friend, looked at me over the top of the couch and groaned, pressing his palms into his eyes.
"For the fourth time yes Ria I promise," He stood up and came to lean on the side of the bathroom door. His dark hair fell into his eyes and he pushed it back and gave me the look, "I've known one of these guys since college and I'm sure his friends are vetted subs who would fall on their knees from one look at you," I stared at our reflections for a minute before letting my hands fall away from my hair and re-applying my lipstick for the fourth time. I had chosen a dark burgundy to complete my entire look, and my hooded eyes gazed back at me from the mirror. Dark hair pulled away from my face to accentuate my pale skin and dark makeup to pop, I looked good.
"You look like a vampire, or a dragon lady," Casey said, as if reading my thoughts. Now it was my turn to give him the look. I capped my lipstick and tossed it carelessly into my bag with shaking fingers. I was already nervous enough about tonight and he really wasn't helping matters.
"Thanks Case," I muttered. It had been seven months since my last long term relationship with a sub and I was ready to get back out on the town. Needing it in fact, porn and my imagination just weren't cutting it anymore.
Casey shrugged and grabbed his hoodie off of the couch. He was not putting as much work into his appearance, jeans and a flannel over a tshirt. We probably looked silly standing next to each other but neither of us would have ever paid any attention to that. Doms of all sizes I guess, but I preferred the classical look. We were driving separately in case either of us hit it big and as we walked out of my house together, my hands started to get clammy.
"Maybe this isn't such a good idea," I said biting at my fingernails and turning back towards the front door. Casey wasn't having it, he spun me around and held onto my shoulders with both hands.
"No nope absolutely not. Maria are you a dominant or aren't you?" I shot him a questioning look and nodded slowly, "Then Miss Maria you are not going anywhere. Some sweet submissive boy is waiting for you somewhere tonight and it is your duty as a good dom to find him, put him down, and give him a night he'll never forget! Your god given duty Maria! By the stars above would you deny the world your innate throaty voice that makes women tingle and men fall to pieces?" I cracked a grin at Casey's ridiculous tone and snorted, hitting his arms to get him to release me.
"Shut up you switch," I teased and moved towards my car, "Let's get going before I change my mind and lose this fantasy sub you keep going on about,"
The bar was loud, dark, cramped, and completely not my style. Casey and his old friend WIll were hitting it off perfectly, but the guys Will had brought were obviously newbies and inexperienced in the subtle art of being sub.
"So then my father brought the family to his yacht in Cape Cod where we dined with the Kennedy's. Do you know the Kennedy's? One of them was president?" The big brute in front of me stopped in his very boring story to shoot me what he must have thought was a winning grin. Looked more like a leer to me, and he kept pushing himself closer to me in my space. He was definitely no sub and completely off putting. He continued with his grandstanding and I tuned him out, looking around the bar.
One probable candidate was there by himself, sitting across the bar alone. He had one hand on his drink and the other on his face, tapping some unknown rhythm. His eyes would flick up momentarily when someone passed by but he mostly kept them firmly stuck on his drink. Maybe, definitely maybe. He was cute, all lanky with long black hair, but not really my type. I filed him away as a last resort and kept searching.
After one or two other possibilities, my eyes found the prize. In a group of four big burly men was a fifth the perfect sub. He was built, but not as much as the others and the obvious runt of the litter. When they laughed, loud booming laughs that all type A alpha men give, he merely smiled shyly and kept quiet. His blonde hair was cut short and his eyes were brown. I felt a sudden rush in myself, for the first time in a long time, and a smile slid it's way onto my features.
"You like the idea of that then?" My attention was suddenly thrust onto the man in front of me. He seemed self satisfied in a slick way, "Going up to my beach house for the weekend and seeing where things take us?"
"Sounds incredibly dry actually," I confessed, "I can't believe all this works on other women, but to each girl her own, excuse me for a moment," I walked off towards my prey, leaving WIll's friend thunderstruck sitting alone.
Prey was a little off by himself by the time I walked over there, a nervous smile etched into his features. I sidled up to him and sighed softly.
