Diana interrupts

Diana looked back over her shoulder as I fondled her. Her face was a mixture of emotions, but arousal was clearly among them. But her reticence won out, for now.. She pulled my hand from her breast, but then led me off the dance floor to a darkened corner.

“We need to talk.” She shook her head like she was trying to clear cobwebs. Then crossed her arms and began to button her blouse back up. “I don’t know what happened out there, or what I was doing. Sorry.”

“I know what you were doing, and why.” This kind of pushback is common among submissives finding themselves. I remembered it from some previous women I’d had the pleasure of introducing to the scene. She had felt herself losing control and needed to run to her defense mechanisms.

“You don’t know me!” She spat. Reflexively defensive. But she’s not actually mad, or she’d have left. She’s testing me. She doesn’t want me to back down, she wants me to step forward.

“I do, Diane. In some ways, I know you better than you know yourself.” She opened her mouth to protest some more, but I put my finger over her lips. She got quiet, but she didn’t pull away. “No, I’m still talking. You could have left at any time, including now, but you didn’t. I know you’re not here out of any concern for Ria. I saw through that back in the alley. I know you’re not here for Mitch, either. God bless him.”

“So you think I’m here for YOU?” She couldn’t resist responding any longer.

“Yes.”

“You’re a complete egomaniac, Dan.”

“Probably a little, but I’m still the reason you’re here.”

“Enlighten me, then.”

“You haven’t met many men like me. Men who are confident enough to demand what they want from women, and accept nothing less. I’d bet all the cash in my account you’ve had a string of bad boyfriends who were all, pardon the expression, huge pussies. They all made you feel safe and comfortable. But too much safe and comfortable eventually becomes boring and predictable, until you dumped their asses.”

This apparently hit home. She didn’t come back with a sarcastic quip or an insult, she paused and bit her lip slightly. We were getting close.

“Alright, I find your relationship with Ria interesting and I want to see where it goes.” This was true, but it wasn’t the whole truth. She was trying to deflect, but I wouldn’t let her.

“No, that’s not the whole of it, Diana. I saw your face when I told you about Ria in the back room. And I felt your ass grinding my cock out there. You’re here because you want to try Ria’s relationship on for size.”

“What? What kind of asshole are you? You think you can just, I dunno, order me to blow a stranger and I’d do it?”

“I’m not sure about a stranger. But I’m confident you’d fuck Mitch if I ordered you.”

Her jaw dropped in shock. But it was feigned. I could tell she had considered that exact scenario when I told them to dance together. Sometimes this is where the sub might try to slap you, and I watched her hands. She balled them into fists for a second, but ultimately kept them across her chest.

“You could have left several times already, Diana, but you didn’t. I told you that if you complained or caused drama, that you should fuck off. But I don’t think either of us want that. There must be consequences though.”

“Consequences?”

“Give me your panties.” I held out my hand like a stern teacher demanding a pupil hand over their contraband.

“What? No. No way.”

“You still haven’t left, Diana, which shows me that you want to stay.” I held my hand firm. There was a long beat as she considered it.

“Fine, where’s the loo?”

“Who said anything about that? I said give them to me, and I meant right here and now.”

Diana gulped. I couldn’t give her an inch on this. It was part of her test. And if I failed, she would have only started pushing back some other time.

“Fine,” She said. She shuffled so that I was between her and most of the room, then slipped her hands under her skirt to slide her knickers down. She kicked out of them and handed them to me. Simple white cotton panties, with a damp spot I couldn’t miss. I folded them over and placed them in my pocket, never breaking eye contact with her.