Sean was looking forward to his… date? Appointment? He wasn’t sure what to call this. But he was looking forward to it, regardless. He hadn’t subbed for anyone in a long, long time. Over a year. And it was starting to itch at him. He’d scened, of course, but only as the Dominant partner, and that had been enough to satisfy him for quite a while. But Talia was exactly the kind of woman he imagined when beat one out in the shower. It wasn’t that she was beautiful. She was beautiful, of course, he knew that, he had eyes, but he was thinking more of the way she was so confident, sure of herself and her abilities. She was the kind of person who could make Sean want to kneel and kiss her feet with just a tone of her voice. And that was sexy as hell.
Except… they weren’t going to have sex. That was the point of this, after all. She’d insisted that non-sexual submission could be just as intense, and he had dared her to prove it. They’d gotten together to talk a few days ago, going over limits and such. Sean’s hard limits were few, honestly, and he couldn’t help but hope she was going to get creative.
He stopped to smooth out his shirt for a moment before knocking on Talia’s apartment door. He was dressed fairly nice, in a button down, since it seemed important to her, and he knew the value of making the right impression when you walk through the door.
Talia had planned carefully for the evening, making sure that her apartment was spotlessly but still cozy. She hovered for ages over the candles, trying to decide if they were too reminiscent of a romantic evening or just a nice touch. (She ended up lighting the candles.) Cooking, however, was another matter. Growing up, her parents had been incredible hosts, and she’d been taught the importance of making your own meals for guests. Too bad that lesson hadn’t seemed to stick, unless Sean had a taste for burned toast.
She’d ordered out again, but this time a nice large Italian meal. Almost everyone liked pasta, and Talia liked to have load up on carbs before a scene. It was nice to have something warm and homey to relax, even if it wasn’t homemade.
Talia had just gathered silverware and plates to stock the table when she heard a knock on the door. She swung the door open to smile at Sean, gesturing him in. “Hello, Sean.” She took a moment to glance at him, looking him up and down, and nodded. “You look very handsome. Thank you for finding a shirt with actual buttons for me. ” She herself had found a black dress that was suitable, comfortable enough to move around in, but still a bit dressier than pants. “It’s a bit of a personal preference of mine. Usually with new clients, I like to dress up to convey that this is, obviously, a business meeting. That’s not the case for us, of course, but I still think it’s helpful for a reminder that I do take this seriously, and we have respect for each other...” She shook her head at her own rambling. “I hope you’re not too uncomfortable.”
