Chapter 1: Introduction
My favorite street corner in my little corner of downtown New York was the one designated "The Coffee Corner" to those who frequented it. People laughed and socialized, the soothing sound of soft jazz floated through the air from the coffee shop—the smell of freshly ground coffee was an intoxicating scent in the winter air. It was my third cup of said nectar that warmed my hands that morning when I caught a whiff of Sandalwood behind me.
I twisted my head sideways, only to see a woman about my age in a long black trench coat, her brown hair in a messy bun. I turned around and smiled, the kind of smile you send out to the world to say, "Here I am."
"Do you mind?" She sat in front of me at a small round table, with her boots tucked under the chair, exposing leather pants that hugged her slender legs like a glove.
"Not at all," I said, watching her get comfortable and settle her big blue eyes on me. The grin remained.
"I saw you sitting here all by yourself, and, well, I'm new to the neighborhood. I figured, why not strike up a conversation?" Denise replied.
As we got lost in the natural flow of conversation, my bold curiosity made its way to the surface. "Do you have a dominant or submissive preference in your relationships, Denise?" I questioned, purposely catching her off guard, watching her reaction, and assessing if she was the real deal.
A coy smile spread across her face as she leaned in closer.
"Actually, I'm a switch. I enjoy playing both dominant and submissive roles depending on my partner." Her voice was barely above a whisper. She licked her bottom lip. "What about you?"
I adjusted myself and leaned in, whispering, "I'm a dominant. There's not much room for submissiveness in my life. I lead in relationships and all aspects of my life." As I talked, I felt heat rising in my chest, inching its way to my cheeks. "Since you're new to the area, I can show you a thing or two.
Now, I have to ask you something, Denise. Do you like your coffee as hot as your sex?" I asked with a devious smile.
Denise's eyes sparkled with a lustful shine as she answered, "Yes, I do!"
As the tension grew between us, the air inside the coffee shop became charged with an excited energy that made goosebumps form on my skin. I couldn't resist Denise's pull any longer. I pushed my chair back and stood up, signaling her to follow me.
I locked the door and turned around to find Denise just a few inches away. I wasted no time and reached for her wrists, pushing them above her head.
"I thought you wanted to show me a thing or two," Denise taunted, defiance glistening in her eyes.
"Two, I said. I never told you they'd all fit inside this coffee shop," I teased back and crashed my lips onto hers.
My tongue danced with hers as I pinned her to the door.