SIR

I Said No

I blink at him as I process his statement. He just stares back at me, a hungry look in his eyes, his tongue toying with his bottom lip.

“I…” I clear my throat. “I am afraid I'm not available.” I manage to say, although it comes out in a barely audible, breathy whisper. He raises an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“Because I'm not looking to be dominated.”

I see his teeth clench, the muscle twitching in his jaw.

“If you’d still like to consider this, I can find you someone who–”

“I’ll pay double.” He interrupts.

“Excuse me?”

He steps forward. I step back.

“I’ll pay extra. For you.”

“I'm not a submissive.” I repeat.

“Never?” He smirks, his hand coming up to my face, his fingers grazing my cheek, just below the lace of my mask. “Not even once?”

I open my mouth, then I close it. I don’t want to lie to him. I always tell him the truth at the office, and now I'm finding that I also can’t lie to him here, out of some kind of moral stance. He smiles, sliding his hand to my neck and tugging me closer, his lips almost touching mine.

“What will it take for you to consider submitting to me?” He asks in a whisper.

In this moment? Not a whole lot.

In general? I'm not sure. If the other clients get wind of me being dominated it could impact my reputation, and then my clients could leave.

I take hold of his wrist, and guide his hand away from my neck, trying to maintain a blasé expression on my face. Once he drops his hand, I clasp mine together in front of me.

“Like I said, fill out the forms, and note your preference. If we can’t accommodate it, you have the option to withdraw.” I say robotically.

“My preference isn’t a suggestion. I want you, or nothing.”

I want to melt into the floor at his words, but I force my jellified legs to start walking to the door instead. As I exit the walkway, opening the door back to the main room, he steps out, and I walk over to Kai.

“Please can you give Mr. Reid the new member forms?” I ask the guard politely, still trying to shake off the fact that the adrenaline is bubbling through my body.

I can feel him standing behind me. I can feel his breath over my neck as Kai hands me the pack. I whip round, determined to not let Mr. Reid’s gorgeous face interrupt my professionalism, and hand him the pack.

“I hope we see you again, David.” I say politely. He smiles.

“That depends on you, doll.” He replies, before turning away from me and heading to the front door, the forms firmly clutched in his hand. He looks back at me just after pushing the door open, and he gives me a wink.

I breathe in as he leaves, the door shutting too loudly in my opinion. Like I'm too aware of it. I race to the bar, as quickly as my walking speed can carry me. Nico already has a martini ready for me, which I gulp down.

“You okay?” He asks, the worry evident. I never act like this here. Like I'm…affected.

I just give him a thumbs up and keep drinking. He grabs his walkie.

“Sel, she’s coming up.” He says, watching me slam the now empty glass down, and race towards the door that leads up to the office.

“WHAT A f*****g NIGHTMARE!” I yell as I throw her door open and storm in. She's sitting behind her desk, her eyes wide, everything tidied away in preparation for my return. “That was ridiculous Sel, I am NEVER–”

“What did he say?”

“What bit exactly?! Cause it was all–”

“After you showed him Room 4.” She clarifies, turning to her computer screen and clicking her mouse erratically. “You know we have no sound on these, but this?!” She swivels the screen round to show me the camera footage of him stepping towards me, his hand coming to my cheek.

It makes my face tingle with the memory.

“What the hell did he say to make your face look like that?”

“He…” I inhale. “He wants me.”

“I'm sorry?”

“He wants me. To dominate. He wants me to be his sub.” I mutter. Her eyes widen.

Then she starts laughing.

“This isn’t funny!”

“Oh my god, Nora, this is…God that is something.” She keeps laughing, rubbing her eyes. “Reid, your boss, who you have a crush on, wants to dominate you, the resident dominatrix? Jesus…” She starts laughing.

“SEL!” I yell, and she coughs, trying to sit up straight in her chair and put on a professional face.

“Right, no you’re right. Hmm.” She puts her finger on her mouth as she thinks. “What did you say back?”

“I said no, that I'm not a sub.”

“It’s not that you’re not ever a sub though–”

“He said he’d pay extra.”

“He did what now?” Her mouth drops open. “Extra?”

“Yeah, he wants to pay extra to have me. He said double.”

Sel and I share a silent look. I'm grimacing awkwardly, and her mouth is wide open in shock.

“No.” I say, as I watch the gears turning in her head. “Sel I am not doing it.”

She finally closes her mouth, and breathes as she looks back at me. She taps her fingers on the desk.

“Let’s see what his questionnaire comes back with first. Emma’s a good sub, maybe she’ll match him.” Sel says quietly, as though she's saying it mostly to herself.

I nod, and excuse myself, aiming to go back to the bar and try and forget the encounter I just have with Mr. Reid.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The next few days at work, I find that I can’t look him in the eye. My conversations have suffered a little, becoming more awkward, more professional, and I find myself trying not to spend too much time at his side. Partly not wanting him to pick up on the fact that I'm the same girl from the club, but also because I keep thinking about his words. His touch. The way he looks at me when he is asking for me.

I'm not sure if he has returned his forms yet. Sel hasn't told me that he has, but maybe she's also not telling me about him in general after how I reacted. It isn’t until Sunday evening, one of my nights off, that she rings me while I'm at home watching TV.

“Sup bitch.” I say through a mouthful of pizza.

“I need you to be calm.”

I instantly stop chewing.

“Are you calm?” She asks. I swallow my food. “Earth to Nora?”

“What is it?” I ask. I hear her sharp inhale on the other end.

“He matched.”

I know she's talking about David. I lean forward to put my plate on the coffee table.

“Okay. And?” I ask, dreading the answer that I half know is coming.

“He’s a match for you.”

“You’re f*****g shitting me.” I screw my eyes shut, and drop my head back.

“You know I keep your sub profile on the system just in case we got another Ethan. Looks like we have.”

I stand up, starting to pace around my living room as I think it over. Mr. Reid matches me?

“There’s a couple of points where he’s one scale away from your answers, but that’s negotiable–” Sel continues.

“You’re not seriously thinking of suggesting I do this?” I snap.

“Do you remember our conversation earlier this week?” She asks. “You need something different. You haven’t subbed in a long time. It’s with your boss. Tell me that this isn’t the perfect scenario to add drama to your life?”

“This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.” I groan.

“He’s also already called asking again if his request was taken into account. His request for you. And he’s offered an obscene amount of money to make sure it happens.”

“Sel!”

“I really don’t have a good reason to say no, Nora, and neither do you.”

“Apart from the fact that it could ruin my life? My day job?”

“With the amount he offered, you wouldn’t even need your day job.”

I pause. “How much?”

“You can look that over after your first meeting with him.”

“My first…did you already book it in?”

“….Possibly.”

“SELENA!”

“Just come and talk to him. You can negotiate a special rate, what you will and won’t do, whatever you need. But you’re doing it, because you’re in a rut, and he apparently is perfect for you.”

“If it doesn’t go well, I'm quitting.”

“Well, we'll just have to see about that, won't we?” She replies, and I can hear her words being warped by a smile. “Tuesday, 9.30pm. Wear something special.”