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Note to readers: This story is rated M for strong adult content. Not recommended for anyone under the age of 18.


Tracks of my Tears

Chapter 2

The house is empty. Not of things, but of people. There's not a person in site. No, butler, maid, or even a dog. For such a huge house, I'd of thought it'd be filled with staff.

The only sound is the echoing of my heels clicking on the tiles floors. I make my way down one hall, then another. I've turned into a parlor, a library, and a restroom the size of my kitchen. All in search for the dining room, Mr. Salvatore or any other member of his staff.

I can't believe he just left me to find my own way. Turning the next corner, I find shadows flickering against the hall wall. It appears to be candles coming from the adjoining room. Sitting at the head of a large mahogany table is Mr. Salvatore. Resting comfortably, in the large high back dining room chair, his body's relaxed and he's glaring at me with every bit of sexiness that he has.

"Took you long enough," his words are caulis and harsh. However his face is soft and light.

"My apologies, I couldn't navigate my way through your beautiful home." My voice is soft and low, apologizing for the fact that he was rude and left me to find my own way. I know that everything that he's doing is probably a test.

"Have a seat. Don't want diner to get cold. Duck isn't good severed cold."

"Duck?" My stomach falls to the floor. Duck, didn't he read my application before setting up stage two? I take my seat, staring at the plate in front of me. I can't bring myself to pick up my silverware.

"Is something wrong Ms. Gilbert?" He asks taking in a fork full of his duck.

I don't answer I just stare at the plate. I'm worried that this is yet another test. To see how far I'm willing to go for him. How much of myself am I willing to give up for him, to him? Am I willing to change what I believe in order to submit to him?

"Ms. Gilbert, It has to be full disclosure here or this doesn't work."

"I don't eat meat." I pause for a moment; I can't hold it back though. I need to know. "Didn't you read my application before setting up stage two, before wasting both of our time?" I question but I can't look him in the eye, embarrassed that I'm already questioning him. I know that I have to be able to give up control if I want to remain in control. However, I don't understand what's going on.

"No matter how I answer that question, I'm going to seem like the bad guy." He raising his water-glass to his lips, washing down the duck he'd just bitten into. "If I tell you I read your application, I'm curl for serving you eat."

"And if you didn't read it?"

"Then you'll have a hundred questions as to why you're here?"

"So, which is it?" I ask finally raising my eyes back to his, but I'm not met by the same sexy glare that I was met by earlier.

"It's not your place to question. I'm the Dom, you're the Sub. I do what I feel is fit, what I feel is right. If that makes you uncomfortable then don't submit."

"Are you going to ask me to eat that?" I point at the plate with disgust; just the sight of it is making my stomach turn.

"No, as your Dom," he paused a moment. "As a Dom, I'll never ask a sub to do something that goes against their beliefs or makes them uncomfortable."

I cover my plate with the napkin to my right. "You just answered my question. You didn't read my application." I stand, "I'd like Eric to drive me home now. I don't know where this is going or why I'm here. I do know that if you didn't read my application then this arrangement will never work."

"Sit down Ms. Gilbert." His voice is stern. It's the voice I could imagine him using while directing me during a scene. My body reacts, sitting, promptly.

He tugs the napkin from his lap, tossing it across his plate. Rising from his seat, he moves from his end of the table to mine. He opens his jacket pocket and pulls out a bundle of neatly folded papers. He pushes me plate from in front of me, placing the papers in front of me.

It's my application. His long, slender finger points at the two boxes on the first page, both marked off with a big red check mark. "This is all I needed to see, this and the name of the person applying."

"It's not that simple." I tell him.

"Did you lie? Are you not will to try anything?" He looks at me puzzled.

"No, No. I'm willing to try anything that you're experienced in and I'm willing to try anything that you're not experienced in with guidance off another Dom…."

"Then, you're not clean."

"No! I mean yes… Fuck." I say his eyebrow raise. I know with must Dom's profanity is a no, no. "Yes, I'm clean."

I grab the application, flipping page after page. When I reach the page I'm looking for. I can't even bring myself to make eye contact with him. I hand the application back to him, open on the final page.

His mouth is a gasp; I can feel his eyes back on me. "Hey is this possible?"

"I told you it wasn't that simple." My cheeks feel like they are on fire. "I'll be taking that ride home now."

"What the hell is this?" His voice is raised; it's no longer the controlled Dom voice. It's now the scary I'm pissed as hell voice. My mother's pimp used to use. "I've seen you at the club. I've watched you, for years. How can this be?" He waves the papers in front of my face.

I'm dumfounded. Not because of his anger but because of what he said. He's seen me? He's watched me? Has he wanted me as long as I've wanted him?

"Answer me Ms. Gilbert? How?"

"I was waiting…. Waiting for a Dom, the right Dom," my voice is squeaker then I like.

"Right Dom. I get that, that's fine. I get that for all the other stuff. But you haven't done anything, nothing?" He's standing directly in front of me, the crisp pagers now crumpled in his hand. His breathing is hard, heavy and fast. "For god sake, have you even kissed a man before?"

I nod my head no. I've never been ashamed of it. I've always been proud of it. Except in this moment, he made me feel like it's the biggest mistake I've ever made.

I watch the pagers fall to the floor in slow motion. His hands are on my face, hair, arms, my side, my hips. He's pulling me towards him. Yet, not touching me with anything more than a graze of his hand. "How is it possible about that no one on earth has ever touched this beautiful creäture before?"

He's leaning in like he's going to kiss me. I can feel his breath in my lips, his fingers gripping my hip tightly.

"I've been waiting?" I want my lips to brush his as I say the words but they don't.

"Waiting for what?" I can taste him on my lips as he speaks, my tongue darting out against my lips to collect even more of him.

"To be dominated." My words are breathy, no more than a whisper and he pulls back.

"Fuck…" He groans, "I don't know if I can do this. Take something like this from you."

"My submission?"

"Your first kiss," He says.

"You can't. Not without my submission." I need him to understand without having to explain myself, that I've waited for a Dom and I wasn't giving even a kiss to anyone without submitting first. He has to allow me to submit. He has to become my Dom or he can't take it.

He nods his head in understanding, releasing my hair. "Kneel. Put that pretty little ass against those heels and head against your knees."

I didn't need to be told twice. This is what I'd been waiting for. I tried to move with as much grace as possible, kneeling before him as he asked.

"Is this what you want Ms. Gilbert?"

"Yes, more than anything." I don't need to think about, second guess it. This is all I've thought about how the fact that he wants me too, even after tonight, makes me want him even more.

"Why are you here Ms. Gilbert?" He pets my hair. Showing me he's here to support me, even though I'm on my knees before him.

"To submit to you, to fulfil your every need and desire, to serve you in every way you want and need."

I both hear and feel something fall at my side. He kneels next to me, his knees straddling mine. I can feel his skin touch mine and if burns, in all the good ways that it should. That I thought it would. "Look at me, Elena." It's the first time that he's said my name and if I'd thought the room was burning before, it feels like it's on fire now.

When I look up at him, his eyes are blazing. His hands arm in my hair again and it hurts because I want him to tug it harder, be rougher. But he's being gentle, soft. "I need to have Eric take you home now."

I want to shout scream "no" at him, but I know I can't now. I'm his Sub and I have to do as he says even if it's to leave. His lips brush mine and it's soft and gentle but only for a second. Once his tongue brushes mine he has me laying on the floor, his body pressed against mine. Every inch of him is touching every inch of me.