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I met her eyes. “You’ve met me.” I let my gaze drift down and linger on her lips. “Several times now.”
“But I still don’t know who you are.” She added with obvious frustration, “Andwhyare you so different from every guy I’ve ever met?”
I laughed a little. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re meeting the wrong guys.”
She watched me pour lime mix into the shaker. “That very first night, and every time we’ve been together since… I think you could tell that you had control of the situation.”
“Is that what it feels like to you? That I have control?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because that’s how it’s supposed to feel.” I held her gaze. “But you have way more control than you realize, Jolie.”
“Do I?”
“Do you know what a Dominant/submissive relationship is?”
From the look on her face, I could tell that she had at least an inkling. “Is that… what this is to you?”
“It could be. If you’re willing.”
“Because… you’re…”
“Sexually dominant.”
I picked up the shaker, swishing it around a bit, and met her eyes again. She was staring at me.
“And what does that mean to you?” she said.
“It means I prefer to be the dominant partner in my sexual encounters. And for my partners to be submissive.”
“I… I never thought of myself as…submissive.” She seemed to be turning it over in her head, though. “That is a weird word.”
I stopped swishing. “It’s just a word, Jolie. And maybe it’s what you already are. You can dismiss the label if it bothers you. But it doesn’t make it any less true.” I poured the contents of the shaker, ice and all, into the glass with the salt rim.
“I think you’re blowing my mind a little bit.”
“Maybe that’s a good thing.” I took another lime wedge and cut a little slit into it. She’d gone really quiet. “You okay?”
“Uh… it is weirdly uncomfortable when someone you don’t know all that well tells you something deeply intimate about yourself that you never realized before. Something that might be…”
“True?”
“What does that even mean? If I am… submissive?”
“You’re just you, Jolie. If you want a definition of what a sexual submissive is, you could Google it. You could also just look in a mirror.” I speared the lime wedge onto the rim of the glass.
“This is weird.”
I didn’t respond to that. I just slid the drink in front of her.
“Thank you.” She took a sip, eying the bar like she was confused about why I didn’t make one for myself. “Why did you make me a lime margarita?”
“Because I know you like them.”
She looked up at me with big eyes. “Wait. If you’re the dominant one, why are you making me a drink? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
“A submissive is not a servant. At least, not in my world. As a submissive, you come to me with a need and I fulfill it.”
