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

Chapter 4: A Tempting Proposition

A long moment of intense silence fell between them, the only sound she could hear being the pounding of her own heart.

"Then pack up your shit and leave my apartment."

His harsh words were like a slap to her face. She wanted to call him an asshole. Better yet, she wanted to give him her own slap to his smug face, but she knew that doing so would only make the situation worse not better. Not only that, but she might never see this gorgeous man again.

"I..." She paused to swallow hard, "don't want to leave yet, sir."

He walked around to stand in front of her, arms behind his back. "Then you'd better start showing me some respect, Amy."

Her heart still pounding, she bowed her head to him. "Yes, sir."

"On your knees."

Her walls tightened at those three little words and slowly, she lowered herself to her knees, wincing as they came in contact with the cold hard floor.

"That's more like it. Now, if you're really serious about being my submissive, you're going to need a hell of a lot of training. It's definitely going to take more than one weekend."

"Well how long exactly?"

"That depends on you. Since you don't have any experience in this kind of relationship or the lifestyle, it'll take a lot longer than most. Two months, maybe more."

She blinked, looking up at him in astonishment. "Two months?"

"Probably longer," he said, without a trace of sympathy or remorse on his face or in his voice.

Amy bit her lip, looking back down at the floor. "Is there...another option?"

"Maybe. How soon can you arrange a meeting between me and Courtney?"

A look of bewilderment crossed her face as she turned her head up at him. "Courtney isn't a submissive. You don't know her like I do."

Eric rolled his eyes, slipping his hands in his pockets. "Enlighten me."

"She won't go for this, any of it. She's a feminist, and she'd never let a man tell her what to do."

"I can convince her."

She sighed softly, wincing as her knees began to throb with pain from being pressed to the floor for so long. "I've known her for over eight years. She doesn't cave that easily. Can I get up now?"

"No. And I can be pretty damn persuasive."

Amy scowled. "It won't work."

"Some advice," he leaned in, taking her chin in his hand, "spend more time focusing on the positive side of things instead of the negative. You'll be surprised how much better your life will be." 

A little tremble shook her body, but she tried as she might to remain steadfast. 

"Stand up."

She didn't need to be told twice. In fact, she was thankful for the reprieve. Standing before him, she looked up expectantly. "And if I can't arrange this meeting with Courtney, then what?"

Nothing could have possibly prepared her for what he did next.

His intoxicating scent engulfed her, making her head spin as he closed the very short distance between them. She looked straight ahead at his charcoal gray neck tie, anywhere but into those eyes. He slipped two fingers through her wet folds. Her body responded in seconds, her hips bucking, eyes falling shut with a loud gasp. Those fingers slid upward, finding her tiny bundle of nerves.