Good Girls Say Yes
By: Penny Wylder“If you think you can handle it.”
I roll my eyes. “What, you think that taking me and giving me an orgasm in a less-than-conventional way is going to change my mind and make me rethink who I am?”
He stops at the door to the ballroom, and the music spills out, partially covering his words and making it feel even more intimate as I lean in to hear him. “I’ve been a Dom a long time,” he says, “and I’m very good at it. When you’re a Dom, you practice reading people. You have to because noticing people’s cues, the smallest reactions, can make the difference between a scene being amazing or a disaster.”
“And if that doesn’t work, I’m sure you can just tell the woman how to feel and she’ll say, ‘yes, sir.’”
Matthew frowns, but he doesn’t reprimand me. “Because I’ve gotten so good at reading people, I can tell very quickly if someone is submissive. That includes whether or not they know they’re submissive.”
“I’m not,” I say, ignoring the pointed look he’s giving me and walking into the ballroom. I see Lily not far from the door, and her eyes are on both me and Matthew.
He calls out after me, “How would you know?”
“I thought that little experiment was trying to prove that. I didn’t walk out of that hallway begging you to take me, begging you to dominate me. That’s not what I want or need.”
He’s silent for a long moment, and then he walks towards me slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. “I’ll make a bet with you.”
I snort. “The last time I gambled on my sex life I lost pretty badly, so no thanks.”
“You stay with me for three days. You be a submissive—my submissive—for three days, and I’ll prove to you that I’m right.” He continues on like I never spoke and I’m struggling not to roll my eyes.
“Do you always have to be right?”
“No,” he says, closing the remaining gap between us, “I don’t. But you are submissive.”
“I’m not.”
“Prove it.”
We stare at each other in silence for a moment before he breaks it. “Come stay with me, and if you’re right, if you’re not submissive and you have no desire to continue in this lifestyle, you’ll never have to see me again.”
I scoff, “So you get to have me as your plaything for three days and then you just disappear? That doesn’t sound like it’s much of a bet. What’s in it for me?”
Matthew tilts his head, thinking. “If you win–if you aren’t in fact a submissive, then I’ll give you $100,000 for your trouble.” I open my mouth but nothing comes out, and he continues, “But if I win, which I will, and you beg me to keep dominating you, you’ll stay with me for another thirty days. And I’ll get to show you exactly how submissive you are.” His voice drops to a whisper on those last words, so low that it’s like a caress down my spine, and I shiver.
The orgasm and this conversation have sobered me up, and I honestly don’t think I’m so drunk that I’m not thinking clearly, but I don’t see a downside. I’m not submissive, there’s no way that I can lose this bet. It’s like agreeing to have some great sex and then getting a cash bonus. “All right,” I say. “You’re on.”
I hold out my hand and he shakes it, the look on his face nothing but smug. “I look forward to it.” And just like that he turns and walks away, disappearing out the same door we just came through.
Suddenly a hand falls hard on my shoulder, spinning me around. “Are you out of your mind?” It’s Lily, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Did you really just make that bet?”
“Of course I did. I’m not into this, Lil. There’s no way I can lose.”
She doesn’t look convinced. “Are you sure? Matthew is a good guy, and he’s an incredible Dom, but he can be intense.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” I say, laughing.
She shakes her head. “When he asked me what your name was I didn’t know that this was his plan.”
I pull Lily over to a nearby table where we can both sit. “I don’t think it was. He assumed I was a sub and that’s why I went off on him. I’m really sorry that I embarrassed you.”
