How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 3: Sir Comes Home

Sweet baby Jesus.

A look of bewilderment crossed his face. "Amy, huh? Her best friend..." Slipping his hands out of his pockets, he brushed back his black suit jacket and planted them on his hips. "I specifically asked your friend, Courtney, to apartment sit for me. So what are you doing here?"

She swallowed hard, attempting to find her voice again. "I–she–we..." His brows arched expectantly, his broad forehead wrinkling as he did so. "She thought I needed a mini vacation from all the crap that's been going on in my life recently, so she sent me to apartment sit for you instead."

"She sent you, and yet she failed to inform me? Well that wasn't very nice."

Another lump formed in her throat, her shoulders rising and falling in a shrug.

A few long seconds of tension filled silence fell between them.

She stared at him warily. He stared back at her with those hard blue eyes.

Amy swallowed, holding her hands up in defense. "I'm...sorry, Mr. Masters. I swear, I didn't touch anything I shouldn't have. I– "

"That's a stupid thing to say considering you're sitting here practically naked in my lab coat and in my bed, and for the record, I found my hat in the living room." He paused, his gaze shifting to the bed, "and another thing...I left my stethoscope in the pocket of that coat, so what's it doing here on my bed?"

Her eyes widened, her own gaze shifting to the instrument. Shit! She really should have put that away, and the coat and hat.

He arched a brow, a ghost of a smile crossing his face. "Were you playing with it?"

Oh god...

She flashed back to the previous night, her sex throbbing with the memory, heart beating faster. "I...maybe, a little bit."

"It's a yes or no question."

She quivered at his commanding tone. "Yes, I was playing with it."

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, pulling his arms behind his back. "Why? Enlighten me, Amy."

Motherfucking shit! He just had to use her name, didn't he?

She bit her lip, stifling a whimper and a moan, heat spreading through her thighs, a familiar wetness accumulating in her panties. Pushing a huge lump down in her throat, she attempted to plead her case, knowing damn well she couldn't tell him the truth. "I...like stethoscopes," she said, heat rising up in her cheeks. "I was really curious to hear my heart and my breathing. I'm not a medical student. Just curious. I'm sorry. I swear, I was going to put all your stuff back before I left, but I didn't expect you would be back until Monday."

Eric nodded in regard. "So you went snooping around my closet."

For a moment, Amy thought he was angry with her, but his face was devoid of expression, and she was having a hard time reading his eyes as well. They were so...big and inviting. "Yeah."

"'Yes, sir.' Answer me properly."

Holy hell...this man. This gorgeous fucking man.

Sure, he might be arrogant, but Goddammit, his confidence, his voice and his commanding attitude were making her want to touch herself all over again, or fall to her knees right there and then and beg him to fuck her.

Swallowing audibly, she gently nodded her head. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

She whimpered, her eyes falling shut as she forced herself to take a deep breath, her heart continuing its frantic rhythm.

"And the reason you were sleeping in my lab coat...?"

Opening her eyes, she sighed softly. "I was too tired last night to change into something of my own, so I just grabbed it and put it on."

Eric nodded, a fake smile stretching across his face. It was clear that he didn't believe her. "Right."

"I swear, that's what I did, sir," she argued, deliberately avoiding those eyes. "I thought you were supposed to be gone for the weekend on a business trip, or until Monday night?"

"I lied," he said. "But then again, so did you."

She scowled, a shiver dancing down her spine. She desperately wanted to argue her point, but she had a feeling that it wouldn't do her any good. In fact, it would probably make things worse.

"It was an overnight trip," he added.

Shit.

A red flag suddenly went up in her head. She didn't like where this was going. "Oh..."

He turned on his heels and began pacing at the foot of the bed, still holding his arms behind his back. "You know, Amy, I should be furious. Any other man in my situation would be. I expected Courtney and instead, I got you." He stopped pacing and looked over his shoulder at her. "Do you know what I do in my spare time?"

She bit her lip, attempting to hold back another whimper. "You're...a gynecologist who likes the finer things in life?"

He smirked. "Good guess, but there's more to me than that. Try again."

"I d-don't know, Mr. Masters."

Eric stepped to the foot of the bed, keeping his gaze trained on her, those eyes roaming from her face down to her body, or what he could see of it anyway, beneath the coat. She trembled under his scrutiny of her. "I'm a Master, a Dom. And in case you're unfamiliar with the phrase, 'Dom' is short for sexual 'Dominant.'"

Amy blinked, feigning a look of utter surprise. Her discovery of the playroom was proof enough of that, and now, he was only confirming her previous assumptions. Another tremble wracked her body. It shouldn't be having an effect on her, and yet, hearing him speak of it, made it seem so damn sexy, and frightening, but in a good way. "I've...heard...of them. I've just never met one before. Well, at least not until now."

Eric smiled wickedly. "Then you know what it is we do."

Her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. "Maybe a tiny bit. Not extensively."

"We control the submissive. We give her more pleasure than she can ever imagine, unmatched by any one else in the world, but only in exchange for what she gives us. Her trust, her willingness to obey our every command, service and fulfill our every desire."

Oh sweet Jesus...

She shuddered, even more shivers creeping down her spine, the wet stain growing even bigger on her panties. Self-consciously, she pulled the coat tighter around her body, crossing her arms over it. She wanted to say something, anything, but she was currently at a loss for words. All she could think about was the aching need in her lap, one that she wished like hell he'd relieve her of. However, she had a feeling that this guy, this Dom, would probably insist that she beg.

"And I have a feeling..." He leaned forward, setting both of his hands on the edge of the bed, his voice falling to a husky whisper. "That you're a submissive."

Amy shook her head. "I–um–I'm not a submissive. I mean, I've never been into the lifestyle and I don't really know anything about it."

"Based on what I've seen in the past five minutes, I think you are."

She swallowed for what felt like the thousandth time, unable to pull her gaze from his. When he finally pushed himself away from the bed, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding in.

He pulled his arms behind his back. "Being a submissive isn't about knowing. It's about learning. Willing to let someone else take the lead for a change, be on top, in charge of all areas of your life. All you have to do...is be willing to submit, give yourself over to me, mind, body and soul."