She was rather nervous. She wore yoga pants and a tight shirt, as she didn't want to be too provocative. It was her first time meeting up with him--and most importantly, the first time she was this curious about a dominant person.
She always put guys in their place without a moment of hesitation, but he seemed different... He was the first one to talk back to her, and it caught her completely off guard. She didn't usually flinch or even give herself the chance to get nervous, but with him, she completely felt the rush of submission go through her mind.
She decided to give it a shot and meet up with him after that one encounter, where he had just told her to shut up as he caressed her face in a caring, yet dominant manner.
She gulped nervously as she heard the lock on the door turning. He opened up, saw her, and gave her the very same warm smile like back then...
Her cheeks flushed and she was at a loss for words. He didn't wear or say anything special, he didn't even look at her in any particular way--but she just felt frozen there in the sweet momentum.
He caressed her face again and started to speak.
"It seems you have arrived... Why don't you come in?" he said, brushing his thumb across her cheek.
She gathered all the courage she could and spoke up, stuttering,
"Y-Yes, sir..."
She took the tiniest steps inside, like she was ashamed. All the while, her eyes were looking at the floor, as if she was admiring the work of the one who had laid the tiles.
The door closed behind her and he turned her around, placing his index finger under her jaw and gently lifting her gaze to meet his eyes.
She went red, and visible shyness sparkled in her eyes.
He didn't say anything, but his left arm wrapped around her body, pulling her in. The hot, steamy air filled the space around them as her breathing grew heavier--her chest rising and falling like she had just run a marathon.
She gently placed her hands on his chest, batting her eyelashes at him as she nervously spoke up.
"Sir?..."
