“Y-yes, sir,” she says. Her chin trembles slightly against my fingertip. “I would try, sir.”
I lean in closer as if to kiss her, but stop short of our lips touching.
“Are you wet right now just thinking about it
?”
Her eyelids flutter.
“Yes, sir.”
“Say it,” I command, and her eyes open wide as she looks at me.
“I’m getting wet thinking about being tied to your bed, sir.”
I smile slightly before releasing her chin and stepping away. At the same time, I drop my eyes quickly to the floor and then back up to her face. She doesn’t miss the nonverbal cue and quickly lowers her gaze. I look to Holly and nod.
“Yvette,” Holly says as she steps toward the young woman, “I’m going to leave you with Mr. Bauerman now. Is that still acceptable to you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Are you certain?”
“I am,” she says.
“Then I will call you both tomorrow,” Holly says. She beams at me, looking very pleased with herself. I raise an eyebrow at her, but she just grins at me and heads out the door, leaving me alone with young Yvette Pearson.
“Sit,” I command as I walk around my desk and point at the chair across from it.
She complies without hesitation.
I watch her sit. She is so silent, so subtle with her movements that the chair doesn’t even squeak as she sits. She is submission incarnate in her demeanor, and it is already enticing to me. She is quite attractive in a quiet and unassuming way. She might not make someone’s list of top supermodels, but she has beauty and grace about her I admire.
I look down at her paperwork, slowly scanning her hard and soft limits. Holly was right about one thing—we matched well on paper. She’s not pain-obsessed, like some subs can be, and is definitely into bondage. I push the file to the side of my desk and cross my arms on the mahogany surface. I lean forward, resting my chin on my forearms and looking straight at her.
“Yvette?”
“Yes, sir?”
“This is a completely private conversation,” I tell her. I hope it’s obvious, but I feel I need to state it anyway. “We are alone here in my office. The walls are soundproof, and there are no microphones in here. There is no one who can hear what we say except for you and me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” She glances up at me, appearing a little more nervous now that we are alone, and I realize my words could be taken in multiple ways.
I stand and walk around my desk and around her chair. She stays in the same seated position—eyes cast down, hands in her lap. She doesn’t fidget. I lean over close to her ear.
“I am an extraordinarily powerful man, Yvette,” I tell her. I speak slowly and concisely. I can see the gooseflesh rise on her arms. I shift my position, and speak into her other ear. “I rely on privacy for my own protection and for yours. You are completely safe here. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Yvette says quietly. Her shoulders drop slightly as her muscles relax a little, but her hands are still clasped together in her lap.
“Good.” I walk back around and sit behind my desk again. Her hands are still locked and tight, but I don’t mind. I want her a little nervous.
I take my time reading through her paperwork, glancing at her occasionally to make sure she isn’t fidgeting. She should be bored, and most people’s minds would begin to wander at this point, but I don’t think hers is. She’s completely tuned into my every move. I can feel it.
I finish the last page of hard limits and turn to the final page in the document, which is hand-written in Yvette’s own words. It’s a testimony of some sort. I start to just scan it, when the word abuse catches my eye.
I stop scanning and go back to the top of the page, reading more carefully now. She talks of previous Doms, likely those listed in her references, and the success and failures in those relationships. As I move to her retelling of her last relationship, I have to stop myself from gasping out loud.
I was recently the victim of abuse. My last master beat me throughout our entire weekend together even though I had used my safeword. I was in the hospital for several days afterward, and I still have scars. Though I am a good sub, I have trust issues with new people now, and I’m afraid no other Dom will be interested in me.