[Fiction] Them

[I Obey]

It's been a while since I've written anything new. I hope this is of interest.

Your infectious laugh caught my attention from across the room. Taking in your masculine frame, soft face, and short slick haircut, I felt my pussy clench. Suddenly you were looking at me, and I knew I had been caught ogling you, a blush spreads across my face as I step towards you. You stride across the room, meeting me halfway, and suddenly I can smell your sexy cologne.
"Do I know you?" they ask.
"I don't believe so; I'm Jaime (they/them) nice to meet you."
"Clove (they/he)" they reply.
"Sorry, I was staring; you're very attractive, and your laugh caught my attention."
The smile that broke out on your face gave me butterflies.
"Stare as much as you like," he winks and rejoins their group.
Leather boots just a touch dirty, a cargo kilt, a humorous t shirt and a small toy bag slung over a shoulder. I was all smiles as I wandered to the boot black stand.
A beautiful person approached me with a question about their leather boots. So I lost myself in helping them. The next thing I knew, I felt someone's presence close behind me. I looked up from my stool, and there you were. A dumb, goofy grin spread across my face.
“Is there a que?” you asked.
“No, you are next.” I excitedly replied.
You sat yourself in the chair and got comfortable. I was so excited to get to work on your boots - very torn between that passion and keeping you here just a bit longer.
I love how easy conversation feels while I am doing boots. He was from out of town a presenter brought in for the weekend. Excited, that we had a boot black stand to get your boots done before presenting tomorrow. We had a lot in common, and I was really enjoying myself. The chemistry and the flirting were light and enjoyable.
"Do you have scene plans tonight?" they asked.
"No, after my shift here, I'm free for the night."
"Would you like to negotiate something?"
"fuck yes I would"

You placed the boot I had just finished on my thigh with enough pressure to make my masochistic side melt. Bending over to get a good look at it.
“This looks really good, but they can shine a bit more, I think. Do you like being good or bratty?"
“I feel like I’m naturally more obedient but enjoy bratting with consent. I do not like disappointing, but I do like being challenged to please.” I replied as I got back to shining, enjoying the note from you.
I moved onto your second boot while you led us through a thorough negotiation covering all the bases. It felt like I was in the hot seat in the best way possible. I could feel you watching me intently from up on the stand as we planned out our time together. As I wrap up the second boot, it is placed on my other thigh, and a moan escapes my lips. You grind the heel in harder, put a hand under my chin, and make me look up.
“You ready now?.”
“Yes I am.”
Suddenly your fingers are in my hair, grabbing a fistful, forcing me to look you in the eyes.
“What do you want?”
“For you to hurt me.” I whimper back.
You smile and drag your hand down the side of my face, and I nuzzle into it for a moment before you pull it back swiftly and slap me. Before I can shake it off, you are pulling me up by my hair - we are face to face all the sudden. A low growl escapes your lips and you take a nibble at my neck.