Chapter Twenty-Six: Getting Some Answers

Wyatt and I were at his place. I agreed to come, needing him to confirm it. I had a feeling about what he was about to reveal, but…

“Do you want dinner or to get to that first?” he asked.

“I will have a beer, and we can do that,” I replied.

He sighed and nodded. He was trying to avoid the conversation as long as possible, but I wouldn’t allow that. The sooner we got into it, the better.

“You head outside to the backyard. I will grab two beers and join you soon.”

I headed outside, slipping my shoes off and sitting on the edge of the pool, my feet in the water. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the quiet moment. I didn’t know how our conversation would go. I rested my hands.

Wyatt soon appeared next to me, doing the same and handing me a beer. I thanked him and took a drink before focusing my attention on him. I heard him take a deep breath before he looked at me.

“What do you want to know?”

“The truth.”

He nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. “My preference when it comes to sex is not for the faint-hearted. I like things that a lot of people would look down on. I need to be careful who I am with and be honest because all it would take is for me to tell the wrong person, and it could cause a lot of trouble for me, my reputation, my business, and my family. I’m not ashamed of it. It isn’t that at all.”

“What is it you are into?”

“Kink, or, to better describe it, BDSM.”

“BDSM? Like bondage, role-playing, discipline, those types of things?” I asked. I had suspected it was something like that.

“Yes, those things are included. I am what you would call a Dominant. I enjoy being the one in control. I like rules and being in charge. It gets me off. Punishment and rewards are a huge part of it, too. I don’t just fuck, I play.”

I knew the things he was referring to, but I hadn’t experienced them, not on such a level. I had used cuffs and toys before, but that’s as far as I had gone. If he is a Dominant, does that mean he is looking for a submissive? I wasn’t certain if that’s how it works.

“When did you get into such things?” I asked softly. I didn’t want him to think I was judging him because I wasn’t.

“In my early twenties. It is one of the things which helped me get my life together. It was good discipline and control for me. It was something else for me to focus on that wasn’t my past.”

“And no one knows?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No. The only people who know are from the community or anyone who has been my submissive. You don’t seem freaked out or disgusted by what I shared.”

“Why would I be? I wouldn’t judge you for what you are into. It is your life. Your choices. If BDSM is what helps you and gets you off, then I don’t see anything wrong with it.” I smiled. Everyone has something that makes them feel better or an outlet for their feelings.

His eyes searched mine curiously. “Have you ever participated in such things?”

“No. I have used cuffs and toys, but nothing more. Do you have a submissive?”

Chapter Twenty-Six: Getting Some Answers (Continued)

“I haven’t had one in a while. The last one I had decided it wasn’t for her. I always take care of my subs, not only in the bedroom but in life.”

“Why are you telling me all of this if you don’t usually share with people?” I couldn’t help but wonder what made him trust me enough to tell me. Our relationship only changed a week ago.

“Do you remember all of the things I told you I could…?”

When he asked that, everything clicked in my head.

“Y-y-you want me to be your submissive?” I stammered out.

“Yes.” He answered firmly.

My eyes went wide. “Me? I have no idea about all of this. I don’t think I can be a person to give up that type of control to someone else, Wyatt.”

“Before you completely dismiss me, think about it. Could you and enjoy it if you allowed yourself to open your mind?” He continued, “Do some research and ask me questions? I think you would be great…” That’s why, in his right mind, would he think I would be a good fit for him?

He sounded confident in his words. I don’t do well at being told what to do; he had seen that.

“Wyatt, I am sorry, but I can’t be what you seek. It isn’t because of the sexual things involved but more because of the dynamic you need. I can’t open myself up to someone in such ways and become completely vulnerable to someone.” I sighed, shaking my head. It would be too much. I believe he would take care of me like he said, but I can’t.

Disappointment took over his face. “Okay. I understand and respect your choice. I guess I was wrong. You can forget we ever had this conversation and go back to how things were.” He whispered.

“So because I don’t want to be your submissive, you have decided you don’t want me?” I snapped. My words came out before I could stop them. I didn’t plan on snapping at him.

“Alyssa, I have certain needs. It isn’t because I don’t want you. It is because you can’t be what I need.” He is trying his best to stay calm, but I can tell he is irritated. It is not because I rejected him but because of the way I am talking to him.

I jumped to my feet. “What about all those other women you screw, Wyatt? They sure as hell aren’t all your subs.” God, why is this getting to me so much? I shouldn’t be mad.

“Because they are all meaningless sex, Alyssa. I don’t want you to be that. I wanted to give you more. You are better than no-strings-attached sex.”

I am taken aback by his answer. What makes me so special? I have seen all those beautiful women coming in and out of his office. I…

“What is so special about me? You can have any woman you want, Wyatt.”

He got to his feet and came to me. “I don’t want any other women, kitten, only you. I have become rather fond of you this last week. I wish I could tell you we can forget about the entire Dom/sub thing, but I can’t. It is the only way I can be in a relationship with someone. Are you sure you don’t want to take some time to think about it?”

All of this is too much for me to deal with.

“I can’t deal with this right now. I am sorry, I need to leave.” I rushed off before he had a chance to say another word or try to stop me. I am overwhelmed.