Page 6 of Objection
“Home more often? What for? I can’t survive on part time hours, David. No, this job is with Mr. Wellington. He’s opening up his own firm and I’ll be able to come in on the ground floor. I could really do some good in a job like this. Plus —”
“Absolutely not,” David chortled derisively.
“What? Just let me—”
“I said no. You’re not working with him. It’s not safe.” David walked back into the living room, flipping the television back on to whatever game he had on before I arrived home.
“Safe? What do you mean!? I’ve worked with Mr. Wellington for five years. It’s a good job, incredible pay, and benefits! I can’t turn that away. Please don't ask me to,” I pleaded.
“You want to work with a man, alone? If he had more staff, maybe. But my answer is no,” David explained further. He had a point, but I had known Mr. Wellington for years.
“David, I don’t think—”
“I know you don’t, and that’s why it’s good to talk to me about these things. Communication is so important Posey. Speaking of,” he trailed off, standing and gathering his things off of the side table near the sofa. “I’m gonna call it a night and go hang with friends. I’ll see you when I see you. Thank you for making the right choice.”
With a kiss to my forehead, he walked out of the front door, leaving it swinging wide open and drove off into the night while I stood there, mouth agape. What the hell just happened?
He expected me to just do what he said?
David and I had met six years ago, just after I’d moved to the city. I was riding high on life, a new graduate of Brown, and had just taken a position with a local firm as a paralegal. I wanted to get some hands-on experience before starting law school. Plus, truth be told, I was feeling burnt out. It had always been my intent, to attend law school after a year or two of hands-on experience. I met David at a local club with a few co-workers, one night.
A one-night stand turned into a week, turned into a year. Now, we had just reached our six-year anniversary, and nothing had really changed. He still lived in his one-bedroom apartment with his two buddies, the living room split into two ‘rooms’, while the third roommate got the bedroom.
Nothing had changed. No commitment, not forward momentum, nothing. Why was I still with him? Because he was kind to me. He treated me well. When my grandmother had passed only a few months into our relationship, he had flown back to Kansas City with me and had been the perfect boyfriend. He held me while I cried, said all the right things to my parents, and made me feel special. I wasn’t so sure I felt special anymore.
We had more bad times than good, though we never really fought about them. David just said how it was going to be, and that’s how it inevitably ended up being. You would think, having worked in a law office for as long as I had, I would be better at arguing. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Well, that was about to change.
I felt the determination rising up within me again, matching and then overcoming the frustration David had left me with.
This was my home. I paid for it. I paid the bills. At the end of the day, it was my career.
I sat down at my computer and began drafting my acceptance letter. Followed quickly by my resignation letter to Jack.
It was time for a change.
3
Soren
The musclesin my arms burned with effort and strain. This should have been what I needed. I had felt the tensions rising over the last few days. I needed to work. I needed the business to get on its feet faster. I needed Posey to accept the job. I needed to work out these tensions in a more productive way.
That’s why I had called Samantha. She was one of my regular submissives. It should have been a walk in the park. A beautiful brunette at my feet, obeying every word I said. It should have calmed me. It should have given me the control I craved. But it wasn’t. And I couldn’t put my finger on what was wrong.
I lifted the suede flogger, letting the soft falls untangle as I rolled my shoulder, stretching the sore muscles. I had been flogging Samantha for quite a while now. Looking at the clock, I saw that we were barely halfway through our scheduled time. I lifted my arm, bringing the flogger down against the back of her thighs and I felt it. That twinge that made me want to pull away. I wasn’t in the right headspace, which turned this into an unsafe space. I took a deep breath, rolling my shoulder again before speaking the words I needed to speak.
“Red. Our time is done, toy.” I watched as the shock spread over her form and she turned her head to see me. I quickly undid her leather cuffs, and freed her from the position I had placed her in.
“But Sir—” she began but I held up a hand and cut her off.
“We will debrief shortly.” I rubbed along her muscles, making sure to note any marks and any stiffness. “I assure you; you were wonderful and did nothing wrong.”
I had never safe-worded with her before, so this was new territory. I focused on putting her first and finishing the evening properly. Being in the wrong headspace could be dangerous as a Dominant. It was something I learned early on in my training. Be in control at all times, and if you can’t be in control, if you can’t keep your focus in the moment and put your submissive first, then end the scene immediately. Safety was paramount in the kink community. I had worked long and hard to maintain a certain reputation and I would not let this week tarnish that.
“Up you go. Let’s get you into the bath and we will talk, okay?” I tried to keep the irritation from my voice. It wasn’t her fault. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. I moved her into the adjoining bathroom and began filling the tub with steamy water and her favorite bath bomb. Aftercare was vital, especially when a scene ended weirdly. Tonight definitely felt weird.
I helped her into the deep, oversized clawfoot tub and grabbed the soft cloth to bathe her with. This time was important to both of us. No, she wasn’t my full-time submissive, be we had been play partners off and on for the last three years. We had an easy way about us.
