2. Anders #2
I can’t tell how tall he is while he’s sitting down, but if he said he was a model, I’d believe him. His face could sell anything and make every person who saw his picture instantly bewitched by his ethereal features.
I’ve never been into pretty boys before. I’ve always enjoyed having control over big, strong men who were a physical match for me. With women, I don’t really have a type. But I prefer the soft gentleness that generally comes with submissive girls.
I’ve always found it strange that even though I need control in all my relationships and sexual interactions. I enjoy forcing a guy to give it up but prefer a woman who eagerly offers it to me.
I don’t know Henry, but he doesn’t strike me as a brat. Subconsciously, he must be giving off the vibe that he’d fight me for every inch of control I took from him, or else I wouldn’t be attracted to him…right?
The moment we arrive at the table, Danny starts to talk to Parker, but I’m not listening to what they’re saying because all of my attention is focused on Henry.
It takes him a moment to acknowledge me, but slowly he lifts warm caramel eyes to my face, and my dick twitches so hard I’m worried I might spontaneously combust in my pants.
This boy . I want him on his knees, his plump lips stretched wide around my dick while tears drip from his eyes.
I want him to spread himself on my bed and offer me anything I decide to take.
I want him to cry and beg and know that I’ll only give him what I want him to have.
I want him in every single way, and the feeling is so strong that it almost brings me to my knees.
After a moment, Danny pushes his way into the booth beside Parker, forcing her to shuffle over to make room for him. Instead of sitting, I wait at the end of the table, enjoying the way it feels to tower over the beautiful boy who’s trying to pointedly avoid looking at me.
I stay standing long enough for it to be awkward, but if I take the seat beside him, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself from reaching for him and pulling him into my lap.
If he were mine, that’s where he’d be. I wouldn’t care that we’re in a restaurant or that we have an audience, his place would be in my lap with his ass sitting on my cock, my hardness reminding him who he belongs to.
But he’s not mine.
He doesn’t even know my name.
“Parker, this is my friend and teammate, Anders. Anders, this is my girl, Parker,” Danny says loudly, pulling my attention away from Henry.
“Nice to meet you, Parker,” I say, trying not to be rude.
“Nice to meet you too,” Parker says politely, her eyes cautiously narrowed as she looks between me and the boy in the seat below me. “This is Henry. He and I work together at the garage. Henry, this is my…”
Parker’s posture stiffens as she looks at Danny, and despite his relaxed facade, I watch him brace himself for what she’ll say and how she’ll introduce him.
I remind myself to let my friend know what an idiot he is later, because I’ve spent less than a minute in Parker’s company, and it’s painfully obvious that she’s just as in love with Danny as he is with her. How can he not see it?
“Danny,” she says lamely, color filling her cheeks.
“Hi, Henry,” Danny says, reaching over the table to shake my boy’s hand.
I have no fucking clue where it comes from, but the moment Henry and Danny touch, I lose it, and a possessive growl falls from my lips. Knowing I’m crossing a line, I clear my throat, hoping it’ll disguise the noise I made.
Both Danny’s and Parker’s eyes snap to me, but Henry doesn’t even glance my way, his gaze fixed firmly on the table in front of him.
Feeling like an asshole, I slip slowly into the seat beside him.
“Hello, Henry,” I whisper, keeping my voice soft, trying to counteract the animalistic growl I just made with a little gentleness.
Henry freezes, literally freezes, and I feel myself tense in response.
“Nice to meet you both,” he whispers, his voice small.
Is he scared of me? I know my reaction to him and Danny touching was over the top, but I haven’t done anything else to make him fear me.
In the past I’ve enjoyed my submissive partner’s fear, but that was only during a scene.
Something that was preplanned and with the person’s full consent.
Fear can be fun, the anticipation and worry are just as intoxicating as the pleasure that follows it.
Before I have a chance to ask Henry if he’s okay or demand he look at me, the waitress arrives carrying two plates of food.
Her appearance shatters the intensity of the moment, and I’m both grateful to see Henry relax a little and frustrated that I don’t know why he reacted the way he did in the first place.
“I have a burger, medium well, no mayo, extra fries,” the waitress says, her tone no-nonsense and slightly harried.
“That’s mine,” Parker says, reaching out and taking the plate from her.
“And loaded tots,” the waitress says again.
“That’s mine,” Henry says, his cheeks turning pink as he takes his bowl of greasy junk food.
The waitress eyes both me and Danny, then looks at the paper ticket in her hand. “Did you order anything else, because I don’t have another ticket for this table?”
“No, we just got here, but I’ll have the bacon double cheeseburger with a side of loaded fries and onion rings,” Danny tells her, smiling widely.
“I’ll have the nachos with chili,” I say gruffly, managing to swallow down the desire to demand she bring Henry something proper to eat instead of just the bowl of empty calories he’s chosen.
“Drinks?” she asks, her attention on her order pad.
“Coffee, for me,” I tell her.
“Can I get a chocolate shake, thick, please?” Danny adds.
Nodding, she backs away from the table, still writing.
“You do realize what you just ordered was like five thousand calories?” Parker asks Danny, her lips quirked in amusement.
“Yeah, but I can get a snack at home later,” he teases, stealing a fry off her plate and shoving it into his mouth.
Danny and Parker chat happily like the longtime friends they are, but I tune them out, focusing all of my attention on the silent boy beside me.
Staring like a creeper, I silently take in every facet of Henry’s face, from the austere slope of his nose to the smattering of tiny freckles that cover his cheeks.
My fingers itch with the desire to touch him.
I want to tug on a strand of his unruly hair and demand he look at me.
I want to warn him that his attention should be on me…
always on me. I want to reach over and grab his cock and remind him that he’s mine and that if he doesn’t follow my rules, I’ll spread him out and use his hole without letting him come until he understands that he belongs to me.
I’m so absorbed in all the ways I could show the world and Henry that he’s mine, that I don’t even realize Danny has spoken until my boy stiffens, clearly shocked and…uncomfortable?
“How long have you been working for the Barnetts?” Danny asks.
“Almost four months,” Henry answers, his eyes darting to me, before turning back to Danny again.
“Do you like it?” I ask, keeping my voice low and soft, determined not to scare him again, but needing to know the answer.
If he likes his job, I’ll let him keep it.
If he doesn’t, then I’ll make him quit, and I’ll take care of him instead.
Doting on him would be my pleasure and privilege.
Coming home to him after a long few days and finding him naked, plugged, and spread out ready to be devoured, sounds like a dream come true.
“Yes,” Henry answers, but he keeps his gaze forward, answering me without looking at me.
His single word response bothers me. I know I shouldn’t touch him.
He’s not mine, even though he feels like he is, but the dominant in me can’t cope with the lack of obedience.
I want his attention, and before I even realize I’m moving, my fingers are beneath his chin, gently but firmly turning his face until he’s looking at me.
Even with my fingers keeping him in place, his frantic gaze still fights my demand, looking above and to either side of me until finally, his eyes lock with mine.
“I like to see people’s faces when they’re talking to me,” I tell him, speaking softly, but putting enough force into my voice that I’m confident he’ll recognize my words for what they are. An order.
His pupils dilate, and his lips part just enough to allow a silent gasp to fall free.
There’s uncertainty and fear in his eyes as he stares back at me.
His expression screams innocence, and I know that if I allow myself to touch him, I’ll take over his life and refuse him even an inch of independence.
But I’ve seen the way my behavior can weigh on a person, and I vowed never to do that again.
I realized that I was an unnaturally dominant person in my early twenties.
A few years later I discovered BDSM and power exchange, and I started my first Dom/sub relationship after I met a male sub at a BDSM club.
We started out just doing scenes at the club, and soon after mutually realized that we both wanted more than a preplanned hour twice a week. Our relationship burned bright and fast and disintegrated to ashes just as quickly.
Gabe was a great guy, but he wanted a scene partner to take control when sex was involved but then expected his Dom to not have an opinion on his life outside of the bedroom.
I thought that was something I could do, but it wasn’t.
As much as I tried, I couldn’t stop my dominant needs from spreading into the rest of our relationship, and Gabe hated that.
He hated me asking him where he was and what his plans for the day were. He despised my jealousy if he wanted to go to a club or gay bar without me. He called me controlling and labeled my needs as abusive and extreme.