Dominated Love! Chapter 1 The introduction The air was co..

Dominated Love!
Chapter 1
The introduction

The air was cool, just a hint of autumn in the air. A welcome relief from the heat of summer. Cool enough that you could sleep at night but still warm enough that women were running around in short dresses and scantily clad outfits. You sat, meekly in the corner of the busy London restaurant waiting for the rest of your party to arrive. No one noticed you, no one ever did. Not even the waiter was paying you much attention. Your demeanor was subdued, timid and called little attention from anyone. You sat playing with your serviette, checking the time on your watch. The minutes seemed to tick by like hours, you had arrived 30 minutes before the time and you had not been allowed to sit at your table until 5 minutes before the reserved time. The usher had been quite stern about not letting you in before the time. Even though the table you were eventually seated at had had no previous guests that evening.

Your friend had messaged you saying they were stuck in traffic and would be 10 minutes late. He had a habit of always being late, but he had mentioned he was bringing a friend along for you. He had been trying to set you up with blind dates incessantly lately. The girls always arrived, took one look at your short, small frame, and dismissed you out of hand. You were nothing like your friend who was tall, suave, and captured the rooms full attention. The ladies he invited clearly expected they would be meeting someone like him. They were always visually disappointed the moment you stood up and introduced yourself.

You heard him before you saw him. John arrived and all eyes moved to look at him. His smile was enough to have most women weak at the knees. It frustrated you how easily it was for him. Even though he was your best friend there was that hint of envy. Behind him was his girlfriend who was the one thing you didn’t envy. She was too skinny, too wispy and 2 dimensional for you. She wore pink and frilly things which left you limp and bored. However, the silhouette behind her was anything but boring. There was power in her stride, her form was completely female, striking, curvaceous but powerful. It was such a striking juxtaposition between the two ladies. One feeble and easily breakable and the other raw domination. She wore Knee high boost, the kind only a few people could pull off. Her legs long and thick. Each step she took you could see the muscles contracting. She wore a tight black dress. It highlighted her muscular form in all the right ways. There wasn’t anything submissive about her. You were slowly making your gaze up her frame when John summoned your attention back to his sparkling bright white teeth. ‘I see you’ve already spotted your date for the night. I know what you’re thinking, a bit much, a bit big, but I promise you she’s lovely!’

He gestured his hands to her ‘Scarlet, I would like to introduce my good friend Timothy’ . You quickly try to stand, knocking your chair out behind you, you quickly turn to pick it up, almost panicking at your clumsiness in the moment. You then turn back and hit your cock on the table as you lose balance going into the table. Which was perfectly in line with your extremely painful manly bits. You try to hide the wince of agony which took the air out of your lungs as you hold out our hand, chest collapsing in from the gust of wind taken out of you. You want to double over but you are trying your best not to look like a complete fool. She holds out her hand, slightly bigger than yours, nails black and sharp, veins thick on her hands running up her forearms. Forearms about twice as big as yours. You reach out to her hand as she squeezes it tightly crushing your hand slightly and bringing a new sensation of aching through you. In the moment you look up finally to her face which is staring down at you. Large grey eyes look at you, but there isn’t the usual look of distain in them. There is a look of acknowledgment. A hint of a smile along the corner of her eyes. Her smoldering lips, thick and voluptuous turn at the corners with a naughty smile as she says ‘I was wondering what I would have to do to get you to look up. hi there shorty’ The way she said it wasn’t derisive or insulting, it was alluring. Like there was something secret behind the nickname that you would find out soon enough. You already knew you were short, your eye line was in line with her perfectly delicious breasts. Nipples showing through the fabric and enticing and as you stare at her breasts she squeezes down on your hand once again. This time she doesn’t release it and keeps the bone crushing pressure. Your heart is racing as you try to release your hand from the crushing grip and your eyes dart from her breasts to your hand and finally, pleafully back to her eyes. She as staring at you and then the naughty smile edges her eyes once more ‘That’s better, I didn’t say you could look at my breasts’ She releases your crushed limb which falls numbly back to your side. But instead of fearing her, of wanting to flee the scene and never seeing her ever again. You want more. That moment of pain made you feel alive. For the first time you felt like all attention was entirely on you. It didn’t matter that you were smaller or your best friend was in the room who usually had all the women fawning at his feet. Right now, every inch of attention remained between you and Scarlet.