Chapter Ninety-Seven: I Don’t Know How She Will Respond

I had just finished telling my friend that Alyssa will be attending on Saturday. I told him I would let him know. I’m happy she chose to join me. I heard from my friend that my ex-sub, Angelina, will also be there. There were no hard feelings between us when we parted ways. She served me for more than a year before realizing her desire to be a female dom. Last I heard, it seemed to be working for her. It’s been more than a year since I last saw or talked to her. I’ll let Alyssa know she’ll be there, so she won’t be surprised. She’s the ideal person for Alyssa to have a conversation with. No, she is no longer a sub, but she was for a long time before she switched. But would Alyssa feel comfortable talking to her? I’m unsure about the answer to that question.

I rise from my office chair and stroll next door to her office.

“Hey baby girl, let’s go grab a coffee.”

Checking her watch, she turns to me and says, “It’s only eleven.”

“I don’t care. Come on,” I say with a firmer tone.

When is she going to realize I am in charge and can do as I please? If anyone dared to ask, which they won’t because they’re too scared, I’d tell them it’s none of their business.

She nods and quickly gets organized. I rest my hand on the small of her back, leading us out. I inform my receptionist to patch through any important calls to my cell. I’ll return their calls when I’m ready if they’re important.

“Where are we going for coffee?”

“Across the street. It is one of Alyssa’s favorite coffee houses.” She smiles and nods. I want to tell her about Saturday outside the office because I am not sure how she is going to react.

I find us a table, letting her sit as I order for us—a vanilla latte for her, a black coffee for me, and a muffin to split. Alyssa appears a bit anxious as I come back to the table. She must sense I want to discuss something with her.

“Thanks,” she says with a smile as I give her the coffee.

Taking a sip, she leans back in her chair and asks, “What is going on? I sense you need to talk.”

Her nervousness is clear in her voice.

“I do, but it is nothing too serious. There’s no need to worry.”

She seems less tense now, her shoulders relaxing.

“Oh. Okay. Then what is it?”

“My ex-sub will be at the party on Saturday.”

Her body stills, and she stutters, “Y-y-your ex… What happened? Why did it end?”

Reaching across the table, I place my hands over hers, saying softly, “Relax, kitten. She made the decision to embrace the role of a dom over a sub. It ended well. It’s been over a year since I last saw or talked to her. I wanted to let you know, though, because we will run into her.”

“How long was she your sub?” she asks, picking at her half of the muffin.

“Is she going to have a problem with me being there?”

I shake my hand. “No. Angelina isn’t like that.”

“I have nothing to worry about?”

“No, not at all. She may be a good person for you to talk to.”

“I would rather not hear about your sex life with another woman,” she whispers, looking down at her lap.

“You don’t need to talk about that. Angelina was a sub for a long time, even before she was mine. She has a lot of experience.”

Alyssa shrugs. “I don’t think I’d be comfortable with…”

“That is your choice, but please seriously consider it.” Angelina was a great sub—one of the best. Alyssa is amazing, but we have a different kind of connection. Even though we haven’t been dating long, my trust in Alyssa is deeper than any I’ve ever had, and our connection is incredibly strong.

Alyssa smiles softly, “Okay.”

She appears a bit out of sorts.

“Everything is going to be fine, angel. Stop overthinking.”

Alyssa falls silent for a moment.

“I swear, if she tries to so much as touch you, it won’t end well,” she snarls.

I’m surprised by her outburst, but I can’t help but smirk.

“Jealousy taking over, sweetness?”

“Yes. You don’t like sharing. I don’t either. I would never dream of causing any trouble, but it doesn’t mean I will keep my mouth shut if I believe she is being inappropriate or thinks she still has some sort of claim on you.”

“Alyssa, you have nothing to worry about. I promise. Angelina isn’t that type of woman. Rather…”

She rolls her eyes and giggles. “Of course you do.”

Though, I find your jealousy and possessiveness over me… She reacted calmly, I would say. It doesn’t mean it won’t be on her mind until we get there, but for now, she seems to be doing okay. There’s no need for her to stress. It wouldn’t make a difference if Angelina were different than before. I’m not interested. I’ll be completely focused on her. Alyssa won’t leave my side unless she needs to use the bathroom. I want to prevent her from becoming overwhelmed.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t like it too when I get that way with you.” I laugh.

“Mmm, yes, I do,” Alyssa says, biting her lower lip.

Leaning across the table, I take her face in my hands and kiss her. She groans as she starts to get turned on. I love how she can be aroused just by a kiss.

“Eat your muffin.”

She obeys my instructions and I do the same. We can return to the office and work for a few hours before eating lunch. We brought lunch with us today. I made it before we left her place. We can have it in the privacy of my office. Besides food, I might require something else. Yes, bending her over my desk and fucking her sounds like a good plan. Alyssa will have no objections to it. I can’t stop myself. I didn’t get my fix this morning, so this afternoon will change that, and it should keep me going until tonight. I’m powerless to stop. She’s my kryptonite. She’s like an addiction, making me lose my mind whenever I’m near her.