Page 7 of Objection
“How are you feeling, Samantha?” I asked quietly.
“Confused. What happened, Ren?” Samantha was one of four people I allowed to call me that. My mother, my father, my niece Penelope, and Samantha. I honestly don’t know why I started letting her call me that. She just seemed to get it more than other people did; she seemed to get me. We weren’t the type of people who could ever be in a real relationship, and we enjoyed our mutually beneficial arrangement. She didn’t give me drama, and I didn’t give her unrealistic expectations. We scratched the itch for each other, and I valued her for it. Our friendship came first and foremost. Sort of.
“I’m not sure. My head’s not in it, though,” I admitted with a heavy sigh.
“That’s never a good sign, and awfully rare for you,” she admitted as I ran the cloth over her shoulders, watching as the water ran in rivulets down her back. She was right. It was definitely rare for me. “But, Ren, it’s obviously been a crazy time for you. Switching jobs, setting out on your own like this. It’s a lot to take on. It’s not surprising that your head is elsewhere.”
“Yes, but I should have been able to focus more clearly. I’m not sure it has anything to do with work though. Something just feels …” I trailed off, trying to find the right words.
“Off. I get it. Do you want to talk about it more?” She was always so kind. Obedient to a fault and giving. I ran the cloth over her body, soothing both her and I in the process.
“No, I think I’ll be okay.” I appreciated her help, I did, but talking about it would only frustrate me further. Plus, why worry about all of that stress when I could just relax here. Aftercare was hands down my favorite time in kink. It was really the only time that I even came close to letting my guard down. Close, but not all the way. I connected with my partner, and I took comfort in giving back to her.
I let myself soak in the feel of her smooth skin and the comfort that providing care brought me. I matched my breathing with hers. Or perhaps she matched hers with mine. I wasn’t particularly sure. At the end of the day, it didn’t matter anyway. What mattered was the connection here as we both came down from both the scene we had engaged in, and the awkward ending to it. This was how we stepped back into the shoes of our normal day to day lives, hopefully a slightly better version of ourselves.
“You need to take better care of yourself,” she whispered quietly, moments later. The calm quiet of the bathroom had been soothing to me. I didn’t want to address her concerns, regardless of whether or not they were valid.
“I take very good care of myself, thank you. I take good care of you too, Samantha,” I playfully reminded, placing a sweet kiss on the top of her head. She nuzzled closer and I took comfort in her presence.
“You know what I mean,” she chided back, splashing the water at me playfully.
“Hey now! Don’t start a war you can’t win.” I chuckled, my fingers sliding up her shoulders and around her throat, not pressing, just gently reminding her of who was in charge here.
“Fine, fine. Help me get dried off so I can get home.” I took my time with her, helping her from the tub and drying her slowly. I let my lips follow over her body, giving her praise and giving her adoration. I truly was grateful for the gift of her submission when our schedules could make it work.
It felt like only minutes later, though it was probably another hour, that Samantha finally pulled away from the house and sped off into the night. Our schedule’s did not mix well. It had been over a month since our scene together and we were looking at a two month break this time, based on how our calendars looked. She was a busy woman, and I was an even busier man. I had a handful of submissives that I played with, but Samantha was far and above the best.
The other women I played with were young, eager, and half the time so boring that I couldn’t stand to talk to them much outside of a scene. Then again, I didn’t really have a reason to. The whole point of my arrangement here was to not have a relationship outside of my kinks. I had my play partners who scratched the itch and kept me feeling in control. In exchange, I gave them more pleasure and more intense experiences than they could possibly ask for. I wasn’t being arrogant. I had put in the time during my training and had become an excellent Dominant. To this day, I continued to research and learn and grow. It was part of what made a good Dominant. Always willing to learn and grow.
I specifically chose women as submissives who I knew I wouldn’t fall for. I couldn’t fall for. I wouldn’t go down that road again. Not after Laurel. My fingers touched against the tattoo again before I shook the thoughts away. I would never go there again. Samantha was different. There was no romantic interest between the two of us. She was the closest thing I had to a true friend in the kink world outside of my mentor and teacher, Wyatt. With possibly my millionth heavy sigh of the night, I settled myself at my desk. I needed to get a few more boxes ticked off of my to do list before I called it a night. Setting up a business was a process that filled me with anxiety. I just needed it to be on its feet already.
Pulling up my email, I felt all of that anxiety melt away when I saw an email from Ms. Adams.
Mr. Wellington,
It is my pleasure to inform you that I have given careful thought and consideration to your offer and have decided to accept your offer of employment. I will need to put in a two week notice with Mr. Farley, which will put my start date with you any time after 4/30. Please let me know what you will need from me for my employment records, start date, and supplies as soon as possible.
I look forward to working with you.
Sincerely,
Posey Adams
She had accepted. I was surprised at the sheer weight that seemed to lift off of my shoulders. I quickly drafted my response, anxious for this to begin.
Ms. Adams,
Thank you for your prompt response in regard to my offer of employment. Please provide me with the documents listed below for your employment file. You will need to bring them with you on your first day, which will be 5/3
It is my preference that you provide me with a list of any and all items that you will need in order to fulfill the duties of this position in the best and most efficient way. This is of the utmost importance. Please include any items at all. If I have questions, we will address them on your first day.
If you have any questions in the meantime, please do not hesitate to reach out to me.
Sincerely,
Soren Wellington
I felt a renewed sense of hope and excitement. The marketing plan was up and running, the logos made, the plan was in the works. In one week, I would officially open for business. One week on my own, to build up my case load before Ms. Adams was here. I hoped she was ready. Because now the real work began.
