5. Submissive

Cassandra Salvatore

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"God," I blinked when the first scene we walked into was a man spanking a woman and not with his hand. "So this stuff happens in real life?"

"Fascinating right?" Jules was quick to reply and I shifted uncomfortably on my feet as I tried to take in everything at once.

"More like life-threatening."

I didn't have to look far for my eyes to land on another scene. The light in the club was dim and if I looked to my left, I would see a bar situated there while the rest of the place was just an open space with several stages.

A woman was on her knees and she was literally being manhandled by her partner as he quite literally fucked her mouth. There was a small gathering of people around them watching and they didn't seem to mind.

Instead, from where we stood, I could hear her moan as he pinched her nipple, the hum making him falter in his control for a moment.

"You look like you're enjoying what you're seeing."

"What? Hell no." I denied it immediately. Even if my thighs were clenching at the sight of these things, I couldn't admit to my best friend that I was beginning to get curious about how they were enjoying these things. And the embarrassment of doing these things in public? Big no-no.

"It's not a bad thing, you know."

I jumped at the deep voice that came from behind me. I didn't realize anyone was close to me apart from Jules. I turned around and even on my heeled feet, I had to strain my neck to get a good look at him.

I didn't know if he was very tall or I was very short. Maybe both?

I didn't understand why he was talking to me though.

"Excuse me?"

"It's not a bad thing," he repeated, coming to stand next to me. "It's not a bad thing to give into your desires and express your sexual fantasies in a way you would like."

I was stunned and offended. I didn't know this man from anywhere yet here he was talking about my sexual fantasies like it was any of his business. I debated on whether to reply to him or not. I knew it would be rude not to, but it was better that than what would exit my mouth if I did decide to open it.

"That's why you're here, is it not?" He continued.

I sighed inaudibly. "Not that it is any of your business, but now, I only accompanied my friend." I looked to my right, hoping to find Jules situated there, but she wasn't. She was such a traitor. When did she leave me here with this bundle of hotness?

The man chuckled when he saw that I didn't find who I was looking for. "Your bracelet says you're a submissive."

Was he a dominant? Was that why he was talking to me? Subconsciously, I glanced down at the yellow bracelet on my wrist, then my gaze traveled to both of his wrists. They were empty. "You don't have a bracelet," I stated the obvious.

"No, I don't. Are you interested in finding out my status?"

I could feel my cheek getting red at the question. His voice asserted dominance and it was rolling off him in waves. Yes, I wanted to find out if he was a dominant because merely looking at him suggested that he was. When I opened my mouth though, the exact opposite of my thoughts came out. "No. Why would I want to?"

His chuckle was short and deep, sounding over the faint music that was being played in the club. "A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be accustomed to lying."

My mouth fell open as I turned to look at him. This man had some audacity. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused."

I opened my mouth to say something, but my words failed me. Who the fuck did he think he was? This was precisely why I didn't like the idea of BDSM in the first place. It gave some people too much authority. Knowing I couldn't do anything to him, I settled for glaring.

That didn't seem to faze him at all. Instead, he brought his hand to my cheek and tried to smoothen my frown. "Pretty little things like you shouldn't frown as well."

I jumped at his touch, not because it was unexpected, but because it had this odd feeling to it. It burned my skin in a way that I liked. It was foreign.

"You only came here for your friend, you said?"

With his hand still touching my face, I couldn't concentrate on anything but him.

"Answer me."

"Yes." I found myself answering immediately, blinking in surprise after I did.

"So you're not interested," he started as his finger moved to my bottom lip, dragging it down a bit. I didn't know whether to focus on his thumb or his face. "in finding out what kind of pleasure it brings? You're not interested," he stepped closer, turning me around as I was in front of him, "in experiencing what it is like to completely submit yourself to someone? To be tied up and fucked like the itty-bitty whore you are?"

Something must've been seriously wrong with me because why did the idea sound appealing to my ear? Why would someone calling me a whore turn me on? I hated BDSM. I didn't want to have anything to do with it, so how come this man was making me think otherwise?

"When I ask you a question, mia cara, I expect an answer."

"I—it's Cassie." I stuttered out, trying to be subtle as I clenched my thighs together at the way he spoke to me.

"Nice name, glad we got that out of the way," he smiled tightly, not revealing his own name. "Now, answer me. I will not ask again."

I was quiet for the first five seconds, thinking of what the question was. When I remembered what it was, I stepped away from him like I was on fire. "No, are you crazy?"

The mysterious man smiled as though he expected my answer. "Little liar." He must've been crazy because the next question he asked completely caught me off guard. "How would you like to be my submissive tonight?"