Have you ever noticed, that when you have something really important to do, that the world seems to conspire against you. Michel felt that way.
The next day everything seemed to go wrong. Deliveries were late, one of his staff called out, and the restaurant was busier than it normally would be. He was supposed to get out at 4pm so he could get ready for his date with Sara at 7. But at 5:30 he was still stuck at work. He was just about to call her and reschedule when Chris, for once, showed he was a decent human being. He said he would stick around so Michel could go. Normally Michel would fight and protest, but today the words had barely left Chris’s mouth before he was running out to his car.
“Thank God I picked up everything yesterday.” He said to himself as he drove home. He wanted to race there but felt sure that if he sped he would get pulled over. Sure enough, just a few minutes from work he passed a speed trap that would have busted him. So he ground his teeth and drove home responsibly.
When he got home he went into overdrive. He had planed on making a light salad, some herb roasted chicken with carrots and new potatoes, and some chocolate dipped fruits for dessert. He figure that everything would pair nicely with the white wine he had bought. In less than ten minutes the salad was done, the chicken was in the oven, and the carrots and potatoes were steaming. In another ten he had set the table and had begun dipping the fruit slices in dark chocolate. He looked at the time. 6:30.
“Shit!” He exclaimed as he hurriedly finished the meal prep and leped into the shower. He rushed threw a shower and shave, towled off and went digging for some nice clothes. Looking back on it he would often say that being rushed was a good thing. It ment he didn’t have time to be nervous. He was just finishing getting dressed; nice caci pants, button down shirt, and dress shoes, when he heard the doorbell ring. He took a deep breath, looked in the mirror one last time and headed for the door.
When he opened it, his jaw dropped.
There was Sara, in a skin-tight maroon dress that showed of both her muscles and her generous curves. She had used light makeup, and had matching heels on that gave her another three inches, bringing her eyes up to just under his. Her hair was glossy and spiked up slightly, giving her a wild pasionet look. She smiled at him, her cupid bow mouth looking full and lush under the lip gloss, and her pail blue eyes shining.
All Michel could say was, “Wow.”
Sara giggled and said, “You look pretty good yourself. May I come in?”
Michel closed his moth and invited Sara in. He offered her some wine and quickly finished up getting the meal ready. They sat down at his dining room table and Michel had to ask the question that had been plaguing him since yesterday.
“Why me?”
Sara just smiled at him for a moment. “You don’t beat around the bush do you?” She quipped. “Well let me ask, why not you?”
Michel looked ate her, his eyebrows raised in suprise. “Well, I’m almost twice your age, not even half as fit as you, and we have never really talked before. I won’t lie and say I haven’t….well looked seems to week a word, so ogled you before, but I never got the impression that you even knew who I was. So I just have to ask, why me?”
Sara smiled at Michel. He thought that if she kept up that look he might just melt into a puddle.
“Well okay. It is a fair question, but if I answer it I get to ask you a question in return. Fair?”
Michel nodded.
“Well in honesty it was a lot of things that made me want to ask you out. I mean yes you are older than me, but I may have a bit of a thing for older men. And yea you aren’t a weight lifter, but you are in better shape than you think.” Michel let out a small laugh at that. “No seriously. I’ve watched you working out for the past year. You may not have a lot of definition yet, but you are probably in the top 10% in strength in that gym. And you never seem to stop. I mean your there every day, always pushing to be better. You never skimp or quit early. And you always try and do a little more each day. It’s impressive.”
“And I’ll admit,” she went on, “when you first started I didn’t find you all that attractive. But I’ve ‘ogled’ you to. I noticed how you don’t stare like some guys. You stay focused. I saw how kind you are too. Remember that older couple you helped last month. You didn’t have to. You were heading out. And yet you stopped to help them with their flat tier. Nobody else did. And I’ve talked to a few of the other people at the gym. None of them have anything but good things to say about you. Your funny, kind, and determined. And you obey the rules of the gym. You dont approach women, though a lot of them wish you did. So I took a risk and asked you out.”
Michel was stunned. First at how she described him and then that there were other women who wanted him to ask them out. He unconsciously sat a little straighter in his chair and smiled.
“Well…wow…okay. I guess if you put it that way I can see why.” He paused. “So what’s your question then?” He asked.
Sara’s smile took on a wicked gleam. “Well I was wondering if you would be interested in a,…well a sort of trade?”
Michel’s heart sank. She just wanted to get something out of him. He should have known. He tried to keep his tone light, but bitterness tinged his words. “Oh, and what sort of trade are you looking for?”
Sara looked concerned for a moment. She knew she had said something wrong but she couldn’t take it back now. So she plunged on. “Well I was hoping you would be interested in a trade. I would help you work out, get the results you want, and in return you’d….um well.
Michel kept his eyes on her as she dropped her head, nervous and ashamed. “What would I have to do in return?” The bitterness seeping into every word.
Sara mumbled something unintelligible.
“What?
“In return, I would really like it if you would…um, if you would want to…..” she started to stammer
“Say what you want. NOW.” Michels voice cracked like a whip.
“I want you to be my Dom.” Sara blurted out.
Michel felt like he had been hit in the head with a hammer. She seemed to be able to do that to him quite easily.
“Plese elaborate that statement for me.” He said, the bitterness replaced with confusion.
“I want you to be my Dom. I like being submissive in relationships, and I was wondering if I helped you work out, if you would want to, you know be with me. Sorta run my life a little..” she finished lamely.
Michel was stunned, he had not seen the evening going like this, and definitely not sobquickly. They hadnt even finished the salad. But he managed to keep his voice calm. “You don’t even know me. Why would you want me to be your Dom? And why would you think trading some workout tips would make me choose to become yours?”
“I…I just figured, that you might actually be interested if I offered to help you get better results. And as for not knowing you…well your right, but I do know a lot about you. And I know you like…things like that.”
“How do you know I like doing things like that?” Again his voice was calm even though inside he was freaking out.
“I, um,….I heard Lea Green talking about you to her friend one time. You went out with her about a month ago. Do you remember?”
Michel did remember. Lea had been a friend of one of Chris’s conquests. But unlike most of girls he ended up talking to, she had seemed really interested in him. They had gone out a few times and eventually come back to his place. He remembered their first an only night together. He had been so pent up and didn’t care anymore. He had wanted to use Lea like his ex had never let him use her. He had tied her up, blindfolded her, spanked her and made her beg for everything. It still was his go to fap material.
But the next day she cut off all contact with him. He figured he had freaked her out and she didn’t want to see him again. Plus Chris had cheated on her friend and gotten caught. In the end he was just glad she hadn’t called the cops on him.
“What did you hear her say?” He asked.
“She…she said it was the best night of her life. That she had never cum that hard before. That you were the best fuck she ever had and that if Chris hadn’t cheated on her best friend, she would have been back over to your house the very next day. She…she then told her friend some of the things you did to her. I….I got,…excited listening to her. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about youbsince then.” She blurted out the last and seemed to crumple in on herself. Michel could tell she was starting to cry.
Some how he partitioned off the part of his mind that was having trouble excepting what Sara had just said. He got up and went over to the young woman. He stayed standing and lifted her chin to look into her now red eyes.
” You don’t understand. All the guys my age are immature assholes who think being dominant just means pounding a girl harder. And most of the other men who say that they are doms are either sadist or are only in it for their own kicks. But you made sure Lea got off. You made sure she was safe and taken care of. You are so nice and strong and caring and…..” She shook off his hand and pressed her face into his stomach, wrapping her arms around him. “I want that. I need…..I need to be safe, to be looked after. Not to be used. I need someone who can treat me like the slut I am, but still love me. I need…..I need you.”
Sara cried in earnest now. Bawling into his abdomen. She kept talking, but she wasn’t making any sense at that point. Marcus put his hand on her head and petted it.
‘This poor girl,’ he thought. ‘She is so hurt. What should I do? It wouldn’t be right to take advantage of her. But she is so beautiful and so sweet. And she is asking.’ Michel felt his will weakening. He may hate himself for this later, but right now he had a goddess on her knees begging him to make her his toy. And his body was over ruling his common sense.
“Look at me.” He said to Sara.
She shook her head and pressed harder into his body.
“I said LOOK AT ME.” He didn’t yell, but he did make his words a command. Sara slowly loosened her grip on his waist and turned her tear stained face up to his. She looked miserable and sad and small.
Michel breathed heavily. “Firstly, you have to learn how to obey commands better.” He said to her. Her eyes grew a little wide as the words sank in. “Secondly we are going to take this at my pase. I am not fully comfortable with what you are asking. But I cannot denigh that I haven’t thought about it before. So for now, for tonight, we are going to sit down and finish this meal. We will talk about other things. And in the morning I will give you an answer.”
Sara nodded and tried to pull herself together. She asked where the bathroom was and Michel showed her. She spent a few minutes cleaning herself up and came back to the table. They spent the rest of the meal getting to know each other, stearing away from any talk of what had happened earlier. But the night was still young and many things could happen.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uiol29/hard_traing_prt2