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"I cut it off you." I explained simply before handing her the housecoat.
She dropped the dress, quickly snatching the housecoat from my hand, draping her shoulders with the fabric. "Thanks." She looked at the dress on the floor again. "I can't believe you cut up my dress."
"I'll buy you another." I said halfheartedly as I walked to the door.
"That's not the point, Jace." She snapped. "You shouldn't have cut it."
"I didn't want to wake you and you weren't sleeping with it on." I explained and she rolled her eyes. If she were my submissive, I would punish her. I thought about telling her this but decided it wasn't the time. She didn't know what she was agreeing to and I had to make her understand before I went and got all excited.
I rubbed my face tiredly. I wished I could be a normal man with normal desires…for her. I wished I could remain adamant in my belief that I didn't need this…but I wanted it. I wanted to possess her so badly and she was offering me the chance. Who the hell was I to pass that opportunity up?
I walked from the bedroom and Olivia followed behind me. My heart was a rapidly beating mess in my chest as I thought about how I was going to go about this. In every other woman I'd had the conversation with, I had never been this nervous. But I had never really cared what they thought of me. I hadn't cared about their fears of me…their repulsion by my desires. In fact, I hadn't really cared about all that much. However, I cared for Olivia. I didn't want her afraid of me. I couldn't handle that.
I led her to the kitchen and gestured to a barstool. "Sit." Her eyes narrowed at my command, but she didn't question it. She sat. "Your defiance in everything may turn out to be an issue."
"How so?" She asked.
"You say you want to be my submissive, Olivia. Do you even know the definition of that word?"
"Of course I know the definition." She snapped. Her cheeks blushed cherry pink and my cock strained against my pants. I ignored it.
"Exactly what do you think a submissive is?" I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back against the counter, facing her.
She stammered. "I guess it's someone who is willing to bend to a dominants desires."
I nodded. "A submissive is someone, in your case, a woman, who is giving her dominant, me, control over nearly every aspect of her life. That is what my submissives do, Olivia." I set my eyes on her and she shrunk into herself. "Do you understand? Are you still so willing?"
"I don't think I understand, Jace." She said quietly.
"My submissives are 24/7 submissives."
She interrupted me. "I thought you didn't bring people here?"
"I don't." I stated. "I rent a condo for them to live in and when I want to be with them, I visit."
"You cover their living costs?" She gasped in apparent shock.
"Why wouldn't I?" I asked. "For the time they are with me, they are my possessions."
She flinched. I knew my words were harsh but I was being honest. If she wanted to do this, she wouldn't be going in blind. This was not something I was prepared to sugarcoat. If she agreed…she was agreeing knowing everything. Because there was no going back from this. Being a submissive could either break a person or make them. There were no two ways about it.
"How long do they stay?"
"Usually I have them sign a three month training contract and once they are trained they remain with me for another three months before I let them go."
"Six months," she breathed. "Why do you let them go after only six months?"
"Because it is around that time I see feelings start to arise and I cannot have that." I stated factually.
"You mean they fall in love with you?"
"Yes." My tone was barbed and she flinched again.
"Oh," She looked down to inspect the granite. "You don't want that?"
"No." I said before I thought about my words. Did I want her love? No…I couldn't possibly. This thing we had was a mutual need between us that we needed to find a way to sate. That's all.
She breathed out a long measured breath. "Wow, okay."
"Would you like to continue this conversation?"
"Yes."
That surprised me. Truly. "All right." I nodded. "What are you willing to do? And what aren't you willing to do?"
"Sexually?" She squeaked.
"Yes, Olivia." I sighed. "I need to know your hard limits and soft limits. I need to know what you can handle and what you can't."
She shrugged. "I don't know, Jace."
Right. Of course she didn't know. She'd only ever been with me. The thought had me wanting to beat my chest with my fists like an animal. Damn, what was this primal need I had within me to possess her so completely? The fact that I was the only one to ever lose myself in her was so fucking sweet I wanted to scream it from the rooftop.
