So many doms had tried to get Jon to his knees that both Jon and Mance had lost count and were growing tired of these failed attempts. Jon was struggled resisting a few, if only because he hadn't dropped in such a long time, but his training was paying off. His knees hadn't hit the floor to Mance's growing frustration.
The most recent attempt had just left, and Jon waited long enough before sitting down so that Mance didn't think that the wildling who had left had been the dom they were looking for. Jon was missing what he had with Robb. It had been easy to go down for him, effortless and safe.
Another wilding came in, one kissed by fire, as the wildlings were want to say. Jon stood up, expecting the obvious dom to be there to get him to submit, but the dom completely ignored Jon and went over to Mance to give a report. Jon thought about sitting back down, but the dom glanced over at Jon, and Jon knew he had to stay standing.
The wilding's presence was stronger than anything Jon felt before. He had to concentrate so as to not kneel with that mere glance. Jon stiffly looked over at Mance, hoping he hadn't noticed, but the gods were not kind, and Mance had taken notice.
Mance interrupted the wilding mid-sentence. "Tormund, we have a baby crow here. He's a sub that hasn't submitted to anyone that's tried. Have a go." The wildling- Tormund – took a real look at Jon for the first time since entering the tent. Tormund slowly walked until he was standing directly in front of Jon. Jon in turn steeled himself. He called to mind everything he had learned, prepared for anything.
. . . Except what Tormund did next. He sat on the first directly in front of Jon, and looked up at him. Where Jon previously had iron solid resolve, his insides now squirmed with rebellion. No dom should be so below a sub like this. It felt so wrong, but still Jon fought his dynamic to remain standing.
Tormund locked eyes with Jon, and simply said, "Come." No dominant coercion, no firm tone, only that word.
Before Jon even knew what was happening, he found himself in Tormund's lap, head being stroked, his submissive more content than he could ever recall. He stiffened as he realized what he had done, but before his thoughts could take him too far, a hand rested firmly on the back on his neck, and Jon relaxed again. His world narrowed to the hand on his neck and the warm lap under him.
A/N: I have a several chapters planned out after this, but I'm kind of trying to gauge interest. Let me know what you want to see/if you want this to continue.