Convincing Leah by Becca Jameson

 

Chapter 1

Leah

“You realize he doesn’t scene with anyone else, right?”

I take a sip of my tea and shrug. “That’s his business,” I tell my best friend Eve.

Eve chuckles. “You don’t scene with other people anymore either. I’d say your relationship now falls under the umbrella of exclusive.”

Luckily, the waitress picks this moment to slide our lunches onto the table and ask if we need anything else. It buys me a moment to come up with a response to Eve’s unnerving observation.

Eve is staring at me with her mischievous grin as the waitress walks away.

I roll my eyes. “Craig and I aren’t anything. We aren’t in a relationship. We’re both members of Surrender. We meet there once or twice a week and do a scene together. That’s it. Nothing else.”

“You have chemistry,” Eve points out. “You were a favorite to watch even before Master Craig joined the club. The two of you together are magical to watch.”

It doesn’t escape my notice that she intentionally called him Master Craig, probably rubbing it in that my relationship with him is more than Dom and sub if I would dare refer to him by his first name. “Thank you. I enjoy our scenes,” I respond.

“Okay, let’s assume for the sake of argument that you’re not fooling yourself and your relationship is strictly Dom and sub a few hours a week. Why can’t it be more?” Eve stabs a bite of her salad and dips just the corner of the lettuce into her salad dressing.

I decide to comment on her food habits since I’m about to lift up my burger and take a giant bite, which will have more calories than her entire plate of food. “Your eating habits are beyond fascinating. Do you need to take a picture first to prove to Colton that you got today’s ten servings of vegetables at lunch?” I tease.

The unfortunate part is that chowing down on a burger won’t do me a bit of good. No matter what I eat, I remain ridiculously skinny. Some people may roll their eyes and groan, wishing they could eat anything and not gain weight, but I’d gladly trade them places for a few curves and some boobs.

She sets her fork down while chewing her bite to pull out her phone. “Good idea. Maybe he’ll let me have chicken nuggets and mac and cheese for dinner if I prove I hit the rest of the food groups at lunch.”

I laugh. “I don’t think chicken nuggets and mac and cheese are food groups.”

“If you’re five they are,” she points out before taking another bite.

Colton is her Daddy. They have a complicated dynamic, but their agreement concerning food is the most fascinating. Ever since they moved in together—and now recently bought a house together—she is usually little at home. It’s easiest to meet her during her lunch break when she’s in full accountant business attire if I want to speak to her adult self.

Basically, Eve agrees to eat the healthiest food imaginable at lunch so she can eat like a five-year-old at dinner. She was already living this way before she met him, so nothing really changed except who’s in charge.

Eve clears her throat. “You dodged my question.”

“That’s because you already know the answer. Craig is a Daddy through and through. He humors me by doing scenes with me at the club, but we’d never work out long-term because I don’t need to remind you that I’m not little.” I dig into my hamburger.

Eve swallows another bite. “I think you’re cheating yourself out of an experience. The man is beyond interested in you. It wouldn’t kill you to give his way a try just for giggles.”

I shudder. “Pretending to be five is not just for giggles, Eve. It’s a serious commitment. I don’t mind turning over my control and submitting to someone for an hour on a Friday night, but outside of that, I prefer to be fully in charge of my life at all times.” I cringe at the thought of someone dominating me in my apartment. Not gonna happen.

“It’s so liberating,” Eve tells me for the millionth time.

“It totally suits you. I get that. But whatever is between Craig and me isn’t going there. I hope he doesn’t think if he waits me out, I’ll decide to give age play a try.” I take another bite, but now I’m concerned.

Eve shrugs. “It’s obvious to everyone that he’s into you, so I’m betting more than likely he’s trying to be what you need, a regular Dom.”

That may be. I can see her point. The problem is that I don’t need any sort of Dom, not outside the club. Not full-time. I’m a weekend kind of gal. My cravings where BDSM are concerned mostly center around getting spanked so hard that I slide into a delicious headspace that ends with a satisfying orgasm.

Secret truth—vanilla guys don’t do it for me. They’re too gentle. I get bored. I want more. I want to come home after a scene, slide into bed with a sore butt, and wake up the next morning still feeling the impact.

As far as sex is concerned, I’ve had sex with a few men at Surrender but not often. I haven’t slept with Craig. I’m not opposed to the idea. In fact, I’ve thought about it more than once, but he hasn’t asked me to. He arranges for us to play, spanks me, and gets me off with his fingers. It’s amazing and fulfilling. What more do I need?

Another truth—I often grab my vibrator the moment I get home and give myself at least two more orgasms to the memory of Craig’s hand on my ass. It’s not difficult since my cheeks are still red hot and stinging.

Eve waves a hand in front of me and I realize I’ve been in my own world. “Sorry. My mind strayed.”

She smiles. “I bet it did. Probably to that amazing orgasm Craig gave you Friday night. I saw. It was hot. Has he ever asked you to get together outside of Surrender?”

I take another huge bite to occupy my mouth, but she smirks the entire time. Eventually, I have to respond. “We talk.”

Her brows go up. “On the phone?”

“Yeah. Or FaceTime,” I admit.

“Oh. Now we’re getting to the juicy parts.” She leans forward, setting her fork down. “You’re holding out on me. Have you met him outside of the club?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“But he’s asked you to and you’ve turned him down. Am I right?”

I squirm a bit on my chair. “What is this? An inquisition?”

She laughs. “I know I’m right. So he’s an incredibly patient man who’s willing to wait you out. You better not make him wait too long. Eventually, he’ll give up.”

She’s right. I’ve thought of this several times. It makes me nervous because I really like him. I wish there was a way to freeze things exactly as they are now. A world in which I meet up with the perfect Dom at Surrender two nights a week, I fulfill my impact play kink, receive a fantastic orgasm, and go about my life as usual.

Committing to more than that makes my palms sweat. Eve should know this better than anyone. Until she started seeing Colton, she didn’t take her kink out of the club.

Well, that isn’t entirely true, I remind myself. She did take her kink home. She lived as a little at home all the time, but she didn’t take a Dom or Daddy to her apartment.

What would I do if Craig decided to give up on me? It would definitely hurt, but I have to expect one day soon he’ll find a little at the club who enjoys submitting to him as a Daddy. That will be the end of our relationship.

By the time lunch is over, I feel depressed.