“I’m no submissive.”

For the first time in a week Chase fished for Charley’s apartment key and let himself in. Charley was a young headstrong twenty-three year old, gorgeous and seemingly impossible. They had been dating for five months. Chase expected to see the apartment a mess, diseased with empty ice cream tubs and worn out blankets with stains of marinara sauce from the corner pizza parlor. They had a huge fight, nearly broke up... God was he that arrogant that he thought she couldn’t live without him? Already?

He felt guilt sit deep in his belly. This was why they had fought. She told him, “When you’re willing to acknowledge that I have an opinion and regard me as an equal, you have my apartment key.” He’d been playing back the words in his head mantra for days and at first it infuriated him to no end, frustrating him to the point of overturned tables and punched walls. It was completely beyond him. How hard was it to simply submit? To obey him in all things and trust him to know what was best for her? All he wanted to do was protect her and give her the best of everything without her defying him, but she just argued. He didn’t understand.

His subconscious reared it’s all-knowing head taunting him with a mental snort, because she’s just like you. If it was him, he would have been affronted at such a request. Him, submit?

No. Oh, no, no, no.

Chase was no submissive.

An epiphany might as well have dropped on him like an anvil, knocking him down with his obliviousness right with it. The ways he wanted her were endless but it was increasingly hard to imagine her complying quietly and calling him “Sir.” He was forcing a role on to her without a second thought that she wouldn’t willingly play. He had assumed that she would accept that he would take care of her in every way, physically, materially, with food and money, rendering her subservient.

It was hard for him to break away from something that he had grown to love so much: Control.

Chase had always had a domineering enough personality but secretly he also had a romantic streak about him. Just some people brought it out at times while others never sparked it at all, thus resulting in him being the Dominant that he’d evolved into.

Charley had sparked it literally the day he met her, and everytime after that he’d seen her. She made his stomach clench in desire and even a twinge of humility. Even when he didn’t feel like being sweet and romantic, his walls crumbled and he surprised himself with the things he’d do for her. It was like that for almost five months, until it started to scare Chase... it worried him. He was falling, and fast, in such a short time for this goddess of a girl. He felt like he was losing himself -- or losing what he thought was himself, maybe even shedding the Dominant he’d so conveniently stood behind for years. Chase, so set in his ways he thought the only way to have her and keep himself too, was to strike up an agreement and allow her to be his submissive, giving him full range and responsibility of her expenses and well-being. Allow her, his subconscious still laughed at him about that, but he shrugged it off.

He could still remember her face, the countenance of confusion and being let down as he brought it up so confidently and ironically blasé.

“Where the hell did the man I’m dating go?” She had asked, dropping the contract on the table near her. His confidence quickly shifted into anger, which led to their fight.

In the past, she hadn’t been too thrilled about his encounters, frequent encounters with men either and chose to avoid hearing it altogether. He could understand that, “girls were whatever” (in her words, verbatim), she knew she was the only girl but there were things that as a woman she couldn’t give him. Though he knew the thought annoyed her, he still found himself making nonchalant comments and slipping back into his old ways, then he was lost and confused as she was walking away without saying a word and into the other room.

That was what she did to avoid saying something that she knew she would regret. He’d sat in her living room for hours after such comments before refusing to leave with her still mad at him. His inner dominant thought that was childish, weak. Get in there and take her over your knee, she needs to know her place, but still he would sit, never leaving his spot until she came out again.

As he walked into the living room of her apartment the sight he saw was one he did not expect nor had he prepared for it, and quite frankly he was at a lost for words for once. The place was spotlessly clean and immaculate and it smelled of Egyptian musk and burnt sugar, the incense on the mantle he assumed. She had music blasting in her living room and she was nearly naked in just a bra and panties... dancing. His breath hitched in his throat but he could not be heard over the music and he knew it. Her back was to him and it was glistening beautifully with a thin sheen layer of sweat and her mile long hair was pulled up into a sassy high ponytail that cascaded in waves to her rib cage, the ponytail that made her look endlessly dominant... he found himself liking that very much.

It was things like her dancing that had stopped him in his tracks upon first seeing her, and he had been lost in the way her torso and hips rolled and slivered in their serpentine ways. The way her stomach tensed near her obliques, her thighs and legs dented with beautifully toned lines. His breath quickened and he shed his leather jacket only to drop it to the floor mindlessly.

What the hell was wrong with him? Why had he ever thought to claim and tame this goddess was acceptable?

As if she could read his thoughts, Charley turned. Chase blinked, swallowing thickly as their gazes met. He expected to watch her shuffle embarrassed and turn off the music and play off like she wasn’t just dancing her ass off, so he could calm himself down... he did not get his wish.

She only continued, beckoning him with a sultry wave of her hand, a flirtatious flick of her finger called to him like a siren’s song as her green eyes danced with desire and mirth. The actual sight of her toned and responsive moving body only confirmed further that his memories of her did her no justice.

He walked deeper into the room, thinking that a week would have been enough time for her to cool down, to not be so upset with him anymore. Perhaps she had? Her apartment in its current state led him to believe so. But, he was testing the water to see if she’d ward him off, or step away, she was impossible like that, always so eager and teasing yet flirtatiously denying him to rile him up. She closed the space between them in time with the music and her thighs pressed astride his with an arm around his shoulders and she gripped the hair at the nape of his neck between her fingers.

She was nothing like the submissive women that came crawling back because they needed Chase to give them purpose, discipline. They wanted to be obedient. Charley was dominant in her own right and she knew exactly what she wanted, and it wasn’t going to be from her boyfriend telling her it was by pleasing him and obeying his every command. The irony was not lost on him. He had come back to her. Him coming at all showed her that he understood and accepted her as his equal, not as a submissive, and he, the dominant.

It would be so hard to break the chain, but it was possible, this proved it. She challenged him.

He danced with her, more like answering her body’s pressing questions and his hands wandered to her hips where he held her. She closed her mouth over his, raising on her tiptoes and her hand tugged at his hair just as her teeth tugged on his full lips and drug him down to her and she deepened the kiss further. His lust for her raged inside him like a fervent fury and in seconds she had pushed him back onto the couch, he knew what she was doing as she looked down at him with that come-hither look under her long dark lashes.

She climbed on top of him, sitting astride his lap, and his arousal was hot, growing, and apparent on her belly. Her hands came to rest on either side of his head on the back of the couch and as she leaned back down, Chase lifted a hand and grabbed hold of her face, holding it by her jaw, to look at him.

“I am no submissive,” he whispered cautiously as he looked up at her. She half-smirked, much like a great cat, and he knew for sure. She would never be a submissive and she wasn’t even afraid as she snatched her face away from his hand, pushed it away and took hold of his throat in a single move. She didn’t squeeze but it was clear that he was hers, but not in the way that he so obviously feared.

“Neither am I,” she answered back, running the hand that was in his hair up to take his hair once more and pulled his head back to look up at her even more. “We’re the same,” she uttered softly, and her words alone almost made him explode right then and there. She leaned down and let her mouth and nose run over his jaw line and cheek, her breath kissing the skin as she went. Chase moved his head as much as she would allow, and she did, to kiss her, his growl audible and needy in his chest.

He ravaged her, his hands and nails digging into the skin of her thighs and rear. His kiss was deep, penetrating, and wet and she loved it... she longed for it. As both of her hands slipped into his hair, tousling it in ways that only foreplay and sex could create, Chase reached up and unclipped her bra, literally tearing it off her and throwing it god knows where. Instantly, his hands trailed up her soft olive toned skin, lightly tanned and perfectly warm, and cupped her breasts kneading and squeezing them as his hips dipped and pressed up to her in a way that allowed his heated erection to press up against the soft black mesh of her panties.

Her moan was unforgettable and her head tilted back slightly, her elegant neck elongating and calling to him. He leaned in, kissing and biting the skin above her shoulder, and when he squeezed and tugged her breasts harder, he circled his hips so his jean clad arousal teased her mercilessly.

“I need you inside me...” Charley panted, her hips and pelvis canting into his, and her breathing shallow and hot.

Chase chuckled a dark, sexual chuckle, that resonated in his chest and with one last lick he bit her a bit hard enough to leave pink teeth indents in her skin on her neck. The shiver she could not control was one he cherished. He looked up at her, hands still at her breasts, his eyelids heavy with desire. He stared up at those green come-hither eyes and his hands slipped up to hold her neck in a soft embrace.

“I need to feel you around me,” he answered in that sexy sly way that he spoke that made her want to ride him in ways he probably couldn’t even imagine.

Her smirk alone could make him cream the inside of his pants easily but he was saving that for her. For inside her. As her hands worked over his perfect bulge, she made quick work of his button and zipper and slipped her hands into his jeans, passed the top hemline of his boxer briefs and dug out his cock. She literally “oohed” a soft sexy coo as she ran her hands along his length making him groan and curse loudly.

Just as things were about to be set in motion... a phone went off. An alarm even? Charley ignored it for the first ring but picked up her phone off the side table next to the couch then using her remote app she turned down the music a bit.

“Charley,” she answered, putting a finger to her mouth signifying for him to be quiet as she slid down off of him and down on her knees in front of him. “Mhm...” she mumbled to whoever was on the phone whilst licking over his shaft. She watched him writhe under her lips, holding her iphone in one hand and the other slid up to grope over his groin and inner thigh as she took him almost completely into her mouth in an agonizingly slow suck off. She smirked, she liked this very much.

“Yeah, I’m just finishing up eating,” she continued, lapping an ooze of semen that spilled out of him, licking her lips looking up at him darkly and winking. She only continued when he laid his arm over his eyes and his head rested against the back of the couch. “Mhm, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.... of course, bye.” She dropped her phone on the carpet like it was nothing and she took him into her mouth again sucking on the crown of his cock.

“You evil little minx,” Chase growled, removing his arm to look at her.

“And I’m all yours.” She winked again, sucking his cock’s tip once more before she kissed it. “Rain check. Duty calls.”

And then she was on her feet and after literally a five minute rinse she was ready for work and out the door.

It had been fifteen minutes since Charley had left and Chase couldn’t even bring himself to get up and leave. Her little phone shenanigans had sort of paralyzed him so-to-speak and he was so turned on that the thought of moving alone was painful. His cock was throbbing. He kept thinking about her hot tongue and mouth sliding over him so teasingly slow and how her hands caressed and grabbed at his thighs, claiming him...

“Oh god....” he moaned as his hips circled and lifted as his hand squeezed and stroked over his shaft. Man, was he a beautiful sight. He was just so thick and long Charley felt high anytime it slipped inside her. He could hear her voice in his mind as his pleasure rose in ripples through his belly and nether regions, don’t come, not yet. He groaned this time, loud and needy in his throat and forced himself to not come as he slowed his movements so much and so quickly that it was a tease. He removed his hand from his still hard and pulsing length and reached further down, to fondle his sack trying to imagine it done in the way that Charley did it. God, he wanted her, needed her so bad, after a week of not even seeing or talking to her.

He never knew that he could ever be so attached to a woman the way he was to her, he cared for her in ways that he didn’t think were possible and for once he looked at a girl and saw her as the Queen of his everything, not a submissive. She literally was everything to him.

Unbeknownst to him, she had gone to the store and picked up a few things for an afternoon of just them being together, and some “things” she picked up was a new latex corset from a little shop downtown, a pair of matching latex panties that had a cut out in a shape of a heart on the back big enough that more than half of her bum was open to his touch. While there she picked up some black transparent cuban heeled thigh highs and some sky high stilettos - not that she didn’t have any but she liked any excuse to buy new shoes. On her way back all she wore was her pretty little outfit and a pretty coat that covered what she was saving just for Chase.

She pulled into her parking spot once more and she smirked when she still saw his car parked in her guest spot. Perfect.

As she unlocked her door and waltzed inside like she never left, she purposefully didn’t acknowledge him so she could revel in the inevitable sounds that she was about to hear.

“Fu-- what are you doing?” Chase panted, the edge in his voice apparent, and also a bit longing. Charley smirked to herself as she set her purse down and took off her coat, revealing her brand new outfit. She strutted to the entertainment center and lit up some more incense with her back to her tense boyfriend.

Although her outfit was clearly different than what she had been wearing an hour ago, she didn’t make any attempt to point it out. She knew that his eyes were glued to her.

“Lighting some incense,” she teased like the smart ass she was knowing good and well that wasn’t what he was talking about. “Why, did I interrupt something?” She continued feigning innocence as she looked back over her shoulder.

Placing the two sticks of Egyptian Musk in their wooden holders she slowly turned the full circle to face him. Her head tilted to the side, taking in what Chase looked like lounging on her couch in agony, his length visibly hard and yearning for her. She walked towards him, slowly. So slow it was painful and she stopped when she was a few feet away. She saw his jaw clench like he was trying to control his arousal; she liked that very much.

“I think I should be the one wondering as to why you’re still in my apartment,” she answered in reference to his abrupt question before.

“I swear to God woman, if you don’t get over here…” Chase’s words trailed off as an uncontrollable growl in his throat could be heard in the space between them.

“Are you frustrated, love?” She teased one last time.

That was his breaking point and Chase found the mobility to sit up and with one pull he drug her back to him, and she sat astride his hips. He was burning hot, all over, and where he was always a little bit hotter than usual, he was above that currently.

He grabbed her jaw when she leaned down to kiss him. “You know better than to keep me waiting, especially after the week I have had.” He was of course referring to their separation and how sexually frustrated he had been. “I really thought I was going to lose you…” he admitted.

“I know,” Charley answered this time with a twinge of sweetness in her voice as she pressed past his hand and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. “But honestly… you’re so sexy when you’re mad.”