“So now it’s time to focus on you? I getthat.” Conner looked around the room again. “Okay, you said man, not guy orboy, so what were you imagining?”
Steady.
Confident.
Which probably weren’t the right answers.
“Older than me. Laid back. I want him toknow what he’s doing, but I don’t want him to feel like a Dom in a porn movie.”
Conner giggled but seemed pleased with theanswer. “That’s good. Daddy or more traditional Dom?”
When I just stared, he chuckled. “We’ll trymore traditional for now.”
Since I wasn’t sure what he meant by Daddy,that was probably best. “Okay.”
“Ideally, if you were to explore submitting,would you like to meet someone casual just to show you the ropes or someone whowould be open to something more serious?”
Before I answered, I had a question of myown. “This doesn’t feel like a quick ‘let me make sure you know the rules andwon’t get into trouble’ kind of conversation. Is this just for me?”
He gave me a skeptical look and aroundabout answer. “If I let you go figure this out for yourself, you’ll neverget things sorted out.”
Conner was probably right, but I wasn’tsure I was ready to admit it.
Thankfully, he continued without my needingto comment. “The right Doms will think you’re another Dom, and the subs won’tknow if they should talk to you or not. You give off conflicting signals, atbest. This is going to be easier for everyone. Trust me.”
He circled back to his previous question.“Serious or just exploring?”
I swallowed, trying to sound more confidentand less needy. “Serious. I don’t like casual.”
Because I’d never done it, and starting nowseemed like a bad idea. I’d do casual when there didn’t seem to be so much at stake.
Conner nodded like he thought that was agood answer. “Now what is your preference, a guy in leather or a guy in asuit?”
That was easy. “Suit.”
Most of the decked-out guys in porn hadn’tdone it for me, but last summer I’d worked construction right next to afinancial company of some sort and the suits had always caught my attention.“But most of those guys don’t notice me. It’s the tattoos, I think.”
Conner snorted. “Oh, I can guarantee theynoticed you, but you probably didn’t flirt at all.”
I shrugged, not willing to agree with himjust yet.
“But if you’re a sub with guys, you wereprobably needing them to come up to you.” He said it so matter-of-factly italmost sounded reasonable.
“You don’t think that’s…” I didn’t have aword that sounded right, but Conner seemed to get it.
“No. Humans are fascinating creatures. Wedon’t always belong in the neat little boxes we carve out for ourselves. I knowDom pups, asexual littles, and everything in between.”
It probably shouldn’t have made me feelbetter, but it did. “Okay.”
Conner’s smile warmed. “Alright, so we'relooking for a laid-back Dom who’s not too young and who’s open to somethingserious if you click.”
When I nodded, his expression shifted, andhe looked very pleased with himself. “Alright, do you want a guy who will giveyou a lot of space or one who’ll want to watch over you quite a bit?”
I was back to not knowing how to answer.“Um, I don’t want stalker level, but I want to feel like I matter. Is there anin-between?”
My answer seemed to have Conner trying notto laugh. “I didn’t mean stalker, but more like a Dom who’s always on and takescontrol or one who can turn it off a bit easier.”
Ah.
