Julius nods. “I agree. And believe me, none of us have mentioned her attentiveness to that aspect of the lifestyle. We don’t want to spook her or insinuate anything. Nor would we want her to tamp down whatever is growing inside her by making her think she’s drawing attention to herself.”
I cock my head to one side, narrowing my gaze. “Julius, that’s a stretch. Besides, even if you determined she was totally leaning in that direction, I’m not the one to train her.” The idea makes me feel tired. I shift my attention back to Sabine anyway. There’s no denying she makes my cock stiff.
Maybe Julius is right. Maybe I should take on Sabine. In a way, she’s the perfect rebound submissive. Can someone be a rebound sub after three years? Probably not. But it feels that way to me.
Sabine is not my type. I’m clear on that issue. I may be attracted to her for a dozen reasons, but that doesn’t mean I would want her around full-time. Besides, she’s not staying in Seattle. She’s here for the summer.
All the more reason… I stare at her as I warm slightly to the idea. She might be able to help me put myself back out there. She would certainly be a challenge. Scratch an itch. In the long run, we would surely clash. Even if she does end up deciding she’s a little, she wouldn’t be my type. Nothing about her strikes me as meek or obedient.
I could do it though. I could spend some time with her. Help her learn the aspects of my type of fetish and then release her to the world. There are worse things in life than spending a few weeks with a gorgeous woman who intrigues me.
I can’t take my eyes off her. When she tucks her hair behind her ear, I smile. It won’t stay. Her auburn curls bounce right back. If she were mine, I would gather all that fantastic, unruly hair into pigtails or braids.
I shudder and jerk my attention back to Julius. He’s grinning at me. I roll my eyes. I’m not ready to commit to anything. It would be better not to give Julius any hope. “Not gonna happen, Jules.” I walk away.
No matter how adamant I’ve been with Julius, inside I’m intrigued by the idea. It unnerves me that he’s planted such a suggestion in my head. Sure, I’ve watched Sabine move around. Lots of people watch her. She’s adorable.
I nearly groan at the thought. When did I shift from gorgeous to adorable?
It’s late. I make my way back to the front reception area. I can hear the rain outside. It sounds like it must be pouring.
“You might want to wait a few minutes,” Cindy, the receptionist says. “It’ll let up soon.” She holds up her phone, indicating the weather radar.
“Thanks.”
A man I’ve seen only a few times is standing at Cindy’s desk filling out a form. He turns to me and smiles, holding out a hand. “Hudson Newell.”
I shake his hand. “I’ve seen you a few times.”
He nods. “I just moved to Seattle recently. Been visiting Surrender.” He holds up the form in his hand. “Cindy’s getting me set up to finally join.”
I glance at Cindy. She’s chewing on her bottom lip and unnecessarily straightening a pile of papers on the counter. She’s always had a touch of OCD, but Master Hudson is making her nervous. Interesting. I’ve never seen Cindy inside the club. As far as I know she simply works here at the front desk.
I turn my attention back to Hudson. “Surrender’s a great club. I’m sure you’ll love it here.”
Cindy lifts up her phone again. “Look at that. It’s already clearing up.”
She’s right. Rain is no longer pelting the side of the building with the same ferocity. “I’m off then. See you later.” I wave as I shove through the door and exit the club.
It’s not until I’m in my SUV that I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hoping to cleanse myself of any thought of Sabine submitting to me. Instead, I’m bombarded with images of her. She’s energetic and outgoing, strong and determined. I know she has a master’s degree in English literature. That took hard work.
Have I known women like her to be submissive before? Yes. Littles though? I’m not sure. What I can ascertain is that she would be spunky and headstrong. Challenging. Would she be a brat?
I shudder. I’m not the least bit interested in brats.
And what the hell am I thinking anyway? I’m not taking on a newbie little under any circumstances, no matter how damn cute she is.
Chapter 2
Sabine
“Do you want to play Monopoly with me?” Lucy’s eyes are wide as she asks me this important question.
I glance around. We’re in her kitchen having lunch. Grilled cheese and chicken noodle soup. It’s one of her favorite meals. Her cook, Evelyn, has been bustling around doting on us, but she’s left the room. I can’t remember the last time I had grilled cheese. Probably when my own cook prepared it for me when I still lived at home. Even though I’ve lived on my own for two years, I still can’t cook. Nor do I care. Takeout and delivery are my best dishes. Our complete inability to prepare even a simple meal is what originally drew me and Abby to become friends.
“Master Roman bought it for me last weekend, but I had to earn the right to play it.” She sits up straighter. “Today he said I could have it to play with you as long as I pick up all the pieces when we’re done and put them back in the box. He’ll spank my bottom if he steps on one of those tiny metal pieces.”
Her excitement is infectious. I can’t help but smile, and the thought of playing a childhood game I haven’t seen in years is appealing. “Sure.”
She picks up her glass
