[See, AM has had a major setback lately given his status. While he has a contract, he kicked her out after a most humiliating defeat at the hands of another submissive. He blames her for starting it, even if she bears little of the fault, so he made sure she was gone. Maybe he'll change his mind and let her come back, but for now, he is essentially without a submissive.
But at the same time, he needs a submissive who will protect and defend him if something goes awry. Hiling had failed (even if that wasn't her fault, he will still blame her), and he's not sure he can trust that Lucas would be any better. The question of sex has already been put on the table and firmly denied, which for AM is quite a blow (pun not intended), but not surprising. He could coax him into it later, perhaps, through the power of manipulation.
He stares back at Lucas, running through the options in his head. This is a job interview, in essence. And both sides of an interview have to convince the other "you need me more than I need you." That's what AM will have to do... if it's worth it.]
Let me ask you something, Lucas.
[He crosses his legs on the bench, a hand coming to stroke his chin. Fine hairs have dotted the area, the makings of a subtle five-o'clock shadow. His paranoia and fear have made him neglect certain portions of his hygiene, it seems.]
no subject
But at the same time, he needs a submissive who will protect and defend him if something goes awry. Hiling had failed (even if that wasn't her fault, he will still blame her), and he's not sure he can trust that Lucas would be any better. The question of sex has already been put on the table and firmly denied, which for AM is quite a blow
(pun not intended), but not surprising. He could coax him into it later, perhaps, through the power of manipulation.He stares back at Lucas, running through the options in his head. This is a job interview, in essence. And both sides of an interview have to convince the other "you need me more than I need you." That's what AM will have to do... if it's worth it.]
Let me ask you something, Lucas.
[He crosses his legs on the bench, a hand coming to stroke his chin. Fine hairs have dotted the area, the makings of a subtle five-o'clock shadow. His paranoia and fear have made him neglect certain portions of his hygiene, it seems.]
Why do you want me to be your dominant?