I want Mary to come with me. I stalk toward her apartment and knock on the door harshly.
No one answers.
Damn her.
Where the fuck is she?
I grab my phone. I didn’t answer her text from the other day. I figured I would make more of an impression in person.
But what kind of impression am I trying to make anyway? I’m a Dominant, that doesn’t equate to a domineering bastard.
But that’s what I’m acting like.
I can’t seem to turn it off.
Mary is mine.
Mine, mine, mine…
I’m not some feral animal sweeping through the forest, looking for a mate.
I’m a human being. Dominant by nature in the bedroom. Dominant in the boardroom as well.
Jesus Christ…
It’s what I want, isn’t it?
I want to be dominant twenty-four seven. I want a twenty-four seven submissive.
I want it to be Mariah Sandusky.
Blossom.
Other Doms have touched Blossom.
No one else will again.
Only me.
I send a text.
Me: Where are you?
Mary: Is that any of your business?
Damned right it is.
But I don’t hit send.
Perhaps I need to take a step back.
This isn’t who I am.
I don’t demand that my submissive meet me at her place.
I will demand that she meet me at the club sometimes when I know we’re both available.
That’s part of being a Dominant.