So well trainedby Easton. Not me.
“Master.”
I lean against the doorframe and take a moment to look at Claudia on her knees. Instead of being sad that this is my final moment with her as my submissive, I’m thinking about the first time that I see Emma Lia on her knees in this bedroom. The first time that I see her in the submissive pose. The first time that she addresses me as Master. I will be the one who has taught and trained her. Only me.
“Stand.”
Claudia rises to her feet, but her face and eyes remain lowered while she awaits her Dom’s instructions. Because that’s the kind of submissive that she is. Always awaiting the next command from the man she worships.
“At ease, Claudia. I’m here to only talk.”
She lifts her face and wrinkles form over her brow. “What happened to your face? And neck?”
Emma Lia Grant happened. What a tigress that one is.
So fucking exciting.
I wave my hand to dismiss her question; I have no intentions of telling her that my new submissive isn’t the least bit obedient.
“I understand that this is going to come as a surprise, but I’m ending our Dom-sub relationship.”
Her lips part, and it takes a moment for her to speak. “Master…”
I wait for her to finish, but no words follow the name that she has called me for the last year.
“You can’t call me Master or Sir anymore. I’m only Tristan to you now.”
Tears form in her lids, covering the lower half of her eyes that never seem to be quite the same color from one day to the next—one of the things that I’ve always found exotic and enticing about her.
“I… I can be more obedient. I can… I can be whatever you desire if you’ll tell me what you want and need.”
I don’t love Claudia, but she does hold a fond place in my heart. I owe her better than this. I shouldn’t have waited. I should have sent Claudia away the moment that I made the decision to take Emma Lia as my new submissive.
I was wrong. And I see that now.
She lowers herself to her knees in front of me. “I can do better, Master.”
I bend and take her hands, helping her to stand. “It isn’t possible for you to be a better submissive. You are incredible. The best.”
“Then I don’t understand what’s wrong.” Her words are little more than a whisper.
Claudia is an excellent sub, but she has never experienced a Dom-sub relationship outside of the ones that she has shared with Easton and me. Both long-term for our lifestyle. I myself have never had a sub for longer than six months prior to Claudia.
Perhaps keeping her for so long was a mistake.
“You know that a Dom-sub relationship isn’t intended to last forever.” Easton told her that. I told her that. She said that she understood.
“I know that most don’t, but there have been times when a Dom claimed his sub forever by marrying her.”
I can’t believe that she’d even suggest that as a possibility between us. She knows better than that shit. “I’m not interested in marriage.”
“I thought that I made you happy.”
See… this is why I don’t do romantic relationships with women. They want to drag shit out. Talk it over and try to make it work when I just want the hell out.
I need the kind of woman who says “yes, Sir” and moves on to her next Dom when I tell her that we’re over. No questions. No discussion.
“You made me happy for a long time, but I crave something different now. Something that you aren’t able to give me.”
