it with trepidation, as he motioned me over to the bed. “Sit for a moment, Jordy. I'd like to talk to you.”
“Okay. I don't know why we couldn't have just talked outside though.” I turned and moved not even a step before I got a swat on my ass, so hard it lifted me slightly up off my feet.
I whirled around holding my hands over my butt like some kid. “Hey!”
He simply stared at me with those cold eyes until I got uncomfortable with how stern and imperious he was. “I'm sorry! I forgot you want me to say Sir.”
He folded his arms. “Do you remember now?”
I nodded.
“Then say it.”
I sighed heavily, like kids did in school when a teacher was fussing at them. What the hell had gotten into me that I was patterning my behavior after that? I just needed to do whatever it took to get out of here, agree to whatever he said and go home and never come back to this club again. “Okay, Sir. I mean… yes, Sir.”
“I know this is new to you, Jordy, but I think some of this attitude and disrespect is deliberate. Don’t 'forget' again.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said sarcastically, and this time I snapped off a half-ass salute. I did take a quick step backward though, out of his reach.
Yes, I was being a jerk, or what he might call a brat, and yes, I was pushing him. Maybe I kind of wanted to see how far I could. He smiled at me, and I didn't like the looks of that smile. I began to get uneasy, realizing I was playing games with someone who was an actual Dom. A tall, gorgeous Dom at the top of his game and he fairly exuded power.
“Take your clothes off. All of them.”
“What? But I…”
“You have safewords. Use them if you don’t want to obey me.”
“No. No, I…okay. Sir.”
He folded his arms over his chest, and I scrambled to get out of my clothes. He’d already seen all of me anyway, right? Or nearly enough. When I was done, standing in front of him and feeling so naked, he gestured abruptly toward the bed again. I quickly sat down on it.
He sat down on a chair a few feet away. “I'd like to ask you a few questions. You're certainly under no obligation to answer, and you can stop me at any time by simply using one of your safewords. Do you remember them?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What are they?”
“Red and yellow and green. Red to stop, yellow to slow down and talk and green to go.”
“Good boy. I'm concerned, Jordy. Master Austin, one of the other owners of this club, is concerned too.”
“I know Master Austin. But other owner? You own this club?”
“I’m one of the owners, yes. Now answer me, please.”
“You’re concerned. What are you concerned about? Sir.”
“When a person falls into subspace as easily as you did, it could be a problem for any responsible Dom. It's not the same as sexual arousal, or even the same as the floaty feeling that some subs get when they're exposed to pain play for a while. That kind of subspace presents no problem. But occasionally, and it's rare—we run across a sub like I think you might be.”
I held up my hand, and I could feel my face get hot. “But no, I'm not a sub. I've told all of you this again and again. What do I have to do to get you to understand? Why do you persist in thinking I am one? Or that you know what I am better than I do myself?”
He continued on as if I hadn't interrupted or said a word.
“For a few, highly suggestible individuals, there's also a kind of psychological subspace, for want of a better word. This can be very much an altered state, where the person becomes inarticulate or non-verbal, suggestible. There’s a strong influx of that adrenalin and the endorphins I mentioned, and you might feel floaty and warm, possibly with mild tingling throughout the body. It’s an inviting feeling, and hard to resist.”
“And you think I have that?”
“Getting loud, boy. Watch your tone.”
I flushed with heat that time and dropped my gaze. Why couldn’t I look directly at him? “Yes, Sir,” I squeaked.
“I’m not sure that’s what this is,” he continued. “As I said, the kind I’m talking about is rare. But it makes a sub susceptible to any Dom, or anyone styling themselves as a Dom that they may come across.