Page 11 of Secret Submission

“I enjoyed that.” It was always best to begin with a compliment. She smiled at him, so he knew she meant it. Her pussy was still humming from the aftereffects, though her stomach felt like it was roiling with anxiety. While it made her feel vulnerable to admit her enjoyment, he’d already made himself vulnerable to her, so it was only fair she returned the favor on some level. Especially since she was about to ask him to expose his emotions after being physically exposed. “Did you?”

It was hard not to let the need, the want, seep into that question, but she also didn’t want to influence his answer.

Connor took a deep breath, dropping his gaze away from hers. Ashamed? Or just struggling to admit the truth because being so open was difficult? It could be either or both.

“Yes. I enjoyed it,” he replied quietly. He lifted his head so he could look at her. “I would want to do it again.”

Her smile widened.

“Good. Now, the next question is how you want to approach it. Scening again would mean seeing each other again. We could do it privately or at the club. I do understand the club would be more difficult for you.” The idea of having to hide what she was doing twinged a little, especially since it would also curtail the amount she’d be able to talk to her friends. Connor had a right to privacy, though, especially as he made the transition.

“I don’t mind telling people. I’m going to tell my friends, anyway. But… do we have to scene publicly?” The pained expression on his face tightened her chest.

It wasn’t that he was ashamed of her, otherwise he wouldn’t be willing to tell his friends, but just knowing he wanted it hidden brought up some triggers. She was self-aware enough to understand they had nothing to do with him and everything to do with her ex. Connor wasn’t asking for anything unreasonable. In fact, he was offering quite a bit more than he had to.

“Absolutely not. Plenty of people don’t scene publicly. That’s what the private rooms are for.” Though some did prefer to keep the doors and curtains on those rooms open, for voyeurs, Julie was perfectly happy to close them. She usually did so because she preferred privacy since most of the submissives she’d scened with didn’t care.

“So, are we dating?” he asked.

Something inside her settled. That was more than she’d hoped for, but the truth was, she would like to get to know him better.

“Well, why don’t we try a few dates and see how we feel.” She patted his leg. “But we can scene together, regardless. There’s certainly chemistry here, and if you’d like to explore submission, I am happy to be your guide.”

“That sounds good to me.” He relaxed completely, which helped her to relax, too. “I… I’ve liked you for a while.”

“Oh, really?” she asked teasingly. “All the gifts you’ve been sending hadn’t clued me in.” She laughed as he blushed a beet red. He truly was incredibly cute, which wasn’t normally an attribute she would think to describe for a man his size. “Trust me, I enjoyed all of it. Especially since Law was throwing such a fit. I assume you want to be the one to tell him you’re my secret admirer?”

“I would rather he hear it from me,” Connor admitted, giving her a sheepish look, seeming to understand that she’d be disappointed she wouldn’t be able to be the one to do the big reveal. “So I can explain… everything.”

Which was only fair. She and Law were friends, but not like he and Connor were. Besides, her desire was motivated by wanting to rub it in Law’s face that not only had he been overreacting to the secret admirer thing but that the danger had been so lacking, it was actually one of his best friends.

“Just tell me one thing… was he part of the reason you knew when to send the gifts?”

The sheepish expression on his face grew even more so, but there was also a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. Oh, there was a little bit of a brat hiding in Connor’s hulking exterior. That was good to know. Something to watch out for in the future.

The future being something she was suddenly very excited about. She wanted to know what made him tick. What he liked and didn’t like. Where his boundaries were. All things that were going to need to be explored. She would definitely be pulling his file from the Dom class to go over what his responses had been.

Of course, it wouldn’t be as thorough as if he’d taken the submission introduction course, but Master Patrick insisted the Doms experience as much of what a submissive went through physically as they could—everything from implements to plugs. The idea of pegging Connor…

Don’t jump ahead of yourself. You’ve barely taken the first baby step with him. That might not be something he’s into at all.

Though she didn’t remember him protesting the plug the way some Doms did. Yes, she was definitely going to need to go back through his file.

Connor coughed.

“I, uh… yes.” He shrugged. “Law would tell us what was going on at work, then I’d know where you were.”

“I knew it.” She pumped her fist in the air as the feeling of triumph suffused her. That made him laugh, which made her like him even more. There had been far too many times with her ex where he hadn’t liked her shows of exuberance, even telling her that being occasionally silly diminished her and made him not want to submit to her. John had had a very specific idea of how a Domme should act, at least, a Domme he was willing to submit to. Though, no matter how poised and proper she’d been, he still hadn’t wanted anyone to know he was submitting to her, so she wasn’t sure why it had mattered. Or why she was thinking about him now.

She pushed him straight out of her thoughts as she grinned at Connor.

“You know Law is going to explode, right? Would you mind videotaping?”

That made him laugh again.

“I’m pretty sure that won’t help at all.” Connor shook his head, but that mischievous glint was still in his eyes.

“I’m not trying to help; I’m trying to be entertained.”

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