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and a place.  This was definitely the time, but the place was down the hall and I was ready to revisit that place.  Quite possibly for the rest of the day.
    That’s when Ayla fell to her knees.  She took the classic submissive pose, on her knees in front of me, her palms on her thighs, her gaze towards the floor.  And there I stood in a state of shock.
     
    This is the first time we’ll discuss “weird”, although I’m certain the word will come up often in our little story.  I’ve never had to closely examine my lifestyle.  I don’t do long term relationships because in my world, they don’t exist.  Oh I date, but my sexual experience is limited to one night stands.  There have been a few instances where the “one night” extended into a week or two, but emotional attachment?  Negative.  Once the business took off and we started making the kind of money that allowed custom made suits and flash cars, women started viewing me as a prize.  That’s when I started viewing honesty as the holy grail.  It was the kind of thing that you knew existed at one time, but was out of reach in my world.
    So let’s get back to the weird.  Weird is sleeping with someone you’re physically attracted to and not touching her.  In a bed where you’ve always slept alone.  Weird is actually debating on whether or not you want a relationship with this person - even though you’ve known her long enough to know she’s the real deal.  Ayla has never had dollar signs in her eyes when she looks at me.  Not once, ever.  I’d know, believe me.  She started out tentative, viewing me as Deacon’s younger brother.  She knew at a glance (somehow) that I was a sexual Dominant, but it didn’t scare her off.  If anything, it fueled the attraction.  An innocent enough start?  Perhaps.
    Weird happened when she started doing everything I told her to do without giving it a whole lot of thought, even though she didn’t know me well.  Even though we both knew from the start that she’s definitely not a “one night stand” kind of girl.  Even though I never made a solid move in her direction.  That, my friends, is weird.  Why would anyone do that?
    Know what else is weird?  Weird is all of the above culminating in her on the floor at that moment, waiting for my further instruction and me not having a clue what to do next.
    Normally if I’m going to play, the first order of business is her signature on a non-disclosure agreement.  An NDA is first and foremost in my mind and it has to be.  If one of my playmates decided to spill the beans to a tabloid, the fallout would be horrendous.  I protect my family at all costs and always have.
    The thing is, I’ve yet to even discuss the NDA with Ayla.  She hasn’t asked and I haven’t offered.  Yet here we are.
    There’s one more “weird” I should point out because it’s perhaps the weirdest thing of all.  The minute she hit the floor, all thoughts of a sexual tryst went out the window.  Something about the sight of her in a submissive pose bothered me.  I’m a Dom.  Tell me that’s not weird.
     
    “ Ayla, get up please.”
    She got to her feet immediately, like the good little Sub she was.  This confused me further.  When she looked up at me, I could see that I wasn’t the only one that was confused.
    “ Sir, if I’m doing it wrong, I expect correction.  That’s the only way I’ll get it right.”
    I turned from her in frustration and ran my hands through my hair and down my face.  I had to tread lightly.  Hurting her feelings was neither a goal or an option.
    “ Ayla, I’m going to ask you a question and I expect honesty.”
    “ Always Sir.”
    “ Please Ayla, for the love of god, call me Pierce.  Okay?”
    “ Yes Sir... uhm... Pierce.”
    I nodded once and placed my hands on her shoulders.
    “ Do you enjoy being a Sub?  I mean deep down, when you think about it.  While it’s going on and once it’s over, do you get satisfaction from