Teaching Foster's Cowboy - Izaia Winter Page 0,3

his wallet.

“Of course,” I said brightly as I took the bill from his hand. Still thinking of Billie’s advice, I moved to engage him in conversation since the bar was practically empty, but he was already walking away from me toward the table I secretly called his. The bar was longer than it was wide, so he hadn’t gone far, maybe twelve feet or so, but the array of vacant stools that lined the bar and his refusal to sit in them every time spoke volumes.

Strike one, I thought with a heavy sigh as I began making his drink.

Hands working on autopilot, I closed the shakers on his drink and lifted the ice-cold metal into the air. Feeling his eyes on me, I looked up and met his gaze. Gathering what little courage I had left, I offered him a coy smile, letting him see a hint of the attraction I felt toward him.

He stared back, offering nothing in return.

Strike two, but fuck, he was exactly my type.

Everything about him just screamed cute Dom looking for a big, submissive boy to play with. It was in the way he watched me, in the confidence that oozed from his every pore. The natural dominance he displayed had hooked me in from the start, and everything he’d done since had only reeled me in deeper. I tried telling myself that he had respectable written all over him and the chances he liked kink were slim to none, but I knew firsthand how looks could be deceiving.

I knew what people thought when they looked at me. I was big and quiet; therefore, I was confident and assertive. I was a man’s man who took no shit from anyone. It worked in my favor for the most part. No one had ever tried to pick a fight with me, but I wasn’t any of those things. In truth, I’d run off quite a few men with my submissive behavior. Past partners had called me indecisive, a doormat, and a people pleaser.

And the conversations were always the same.

‘Honey, do you want to get something to eat?’

‘Sure, where would you like to go?’ I’d ask.

‘Honey, do you want to do something fun this weekend?’

‘Okay, what would you like to do?’ I’d ask.

‘Honey, why won’t you initiate sex with me?’

‘Oh, would you like to now?’ I’d ask.

The idea that I was submissive had never crossed my mind until Jake had stormed out of my apartment over a year ago while calling me a submissive little bitch as he’d slammed the door behind himself. Pissed and scoffing at his words, I’d set out to prove him wrong. Lounging on my couch with my laptop and a beer, I’d done nothing but proved him very, very right.

I hadn’t been able to accept it at first. Me? Submissive? Yeah, right.

I’d started with a few generic searches and had read some articles. Nothing had really sparked any interest, or so I’d told myself. I’d been able to ignore the heat building in my belly at the accompanying pictures. Arousal was a natural response to seeing naked bodies no matter their state of bondage. Still insisting I felt nothing, I’d pushed deeper.

Pulling up my favorite porn site, I’d searched for things I’d never searched before. Still in complete denial, I’d justified the erection tenting my shorts as something that would have happened with vanilla porn. The guys were hot, and they were fucking. Who wouldn’t have gotten off on that?

Intrigued despite myself, I’d kept digging. I’d only stopped when I’d landed on this submissive boy’s blog. It was pretty damn hard to ignore the longing I’d felt, the emptiness in my chest as I’d read about his life under the care of his Master. The freedom he felt. The relief at not having to make every little decision. The satisfaction of giving up control to someone else. The pleasure and pain he received in equal measure.

It had been enlightening to say the least.

I still had some trouble seeing the submissive boy inside of myself. I hadn’t been able to imagine myself craving the bite of leather against my flesh as the boy in the blog had, but I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it either.

Standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, I’d braced a hand against the wall, leaned over with my ass pushed out, and had brought my hand down square in the middle of my right butt cheek. The sound had surprised me more than the sting.