Choosing to walk into the fire.

“Is someone sitting here?”

I looked up and I saw someone who is on the hunt. I am not in the mood to be sweet and ensnared in someone's web. Not today. Today something else is taking hold and I have been repressing it for far too long.

So, I lowered my book and looked at him.

“Depends?”

“On what?”

“On you, really. Before you take that seat let me inform you of a few things.”

He stood up with a smile on his face and crossed his arms.
“Go on, inform me.”

I put down the book and began.

“I am not who you envision I am. Innocent, quiet, and reserved. If I choose for something to happen it will. If I do not then it won't.”

He laughed. “What makes you believe I want more than just to sit at this table?”

“You want to play this game. Fine. There are three other tables available. All have women sitting at them. Two immediately give off the vibe of don’t come over. That leaves me and the brunette over there. But the brunette has been visually fucking you from afar and you do not like that. So I’m left.”

He shifted his stance.

“Like I said I am not who you envisioned me. You will not have control over what we do behind closed doors. You may have the cock but I am the one you want to ride it.”

He looked at me and this time, he took a good look.

“You’re into….?”

“If you cannot say it, then you are not ready for me. There is a reason we call the room we take you to, “Dungeon, Dark Room, The Room” Things that happen there should never be done in the light. Do you understand?”

He gave a tight nod.

“Now, do you want to take the seat with me or with the brunette? Choose.”