How I met my submissive 4: Grindr is Coming

The fucking gin had played a trick on me. After another day of watching Alex nibble on pens and get anxious every time I got closer, I needed to relieve this tension before I ended up pinning him against the wall of my office.

Grindr was a fucking mess. Too many twinks looking for daddies with wallets and too many bears who thought they were alphas just because they had beards. But at three in the morning, with half a bottle of gin in me and the mental image of Alex blushing while saying "yes, sir," any port in a storm would do.

"Sub looking for experienced Dom," said the profile. The photo showed a slender torso and a partially visible face that, with enough alcohol in me, could pass for Alex's. I bit my lip as I typed.

"Experienced Dom. Limits?"

The response was immediate: "Almost none, sir."

That "sir" made me grunt. Damn, I'd been holding back my instincts for too long.

I gave him an address and a time limit. "If you're late, you're out."

"Yes, sir."

The kid - Andrés, or Adrián, or whatever the hell his name was - showed up five minutes early. He didn't look as much like Alex as I had imagined, but he had that same way of lowering his head and that tremor in his hands that drove me wild.

"Undress," I ordered from the chair I had settled into. "And get on your knees."

He obeyed immediately, with an efficiency that betrayed experience. He knelt with his back straight and hands behind his back, the perfect posture of a trained submissive. But it wasn't what I needed. It wasn't that natural, nervous submission that drove me crazy.

"First time with a Dom?" I asked, although I already knew the answer.

"No, sir. I've had several masters."

Several masters. Of course. This was a fucking BDSM professional, not a natural submissive who needed to be loved and protected. I stood up and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back.

"Do you like being treated like a whore?"

"Yes, sir," he moaned, but it sounded rehearsed. Like a porn actor reciting his lines.

I let go with a grunt of frustration. "Get on all fours."

He positioned himself, arching his back in a way that I guess he thought was seductive. I unbuckled my belt and pulled it from the loops with a whistle. The sound made him shudder, but it wasn't the same kind of tremor that Alex had when I got too close.

The first strike with the belt drew a studied moan from him. The second one, a more genuine one. By the third, I had already lost count of how many times I had imagined it was Alex who was there, trembling and blushing while whispering "yes, sir" in that shy voice of his.

"Do you like it, whore?"

"Yes, sir, please... harder..."

I got on my knees behind him and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back while my other hand opened up his cheeks. My cock was so hard it hurt, pulsing against the fabric of my pants.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, sir, please..."

I pulled out my cock and rubbed it against his entry, noticing how wet he was. The little pig had come prepared. I plunged into him in one go, pulling a moan from him that this time felt genuine.

"Is this what you wanted?" I growled, starting to fuck him hard while tugging his hair.

"Yes... yes, sir..."

I closed my eyes as I picked up the pace, imagining it was Alex trembling beneath my body. Alex, with his blushes and the way he looked down. Alex, biting his lip while whispering "yes, sir" in that shy voice of his.

The submissive began to moan louder, moving his ass against me like the professional whore he was. But I kept thinking about how it would be to have Alex like this, discovering his natural submission, trembling while I claimed him as mine.

I came with an animalistic grunt, filling him up while imagining it was Alex shaking under my body. The submissive came shortly after, with a rehearsed moan that abruptly returned me to reality.

"Out," I growled as I pulled up my pants, tossing him his clothes.

"But sir, we could..."

"Get the hell out, damn it."

"Sir?"

"Get the hell out, damn it."

He dressed in silence and nearly ran out of the room. I dropped onto the bed, frustrated and more aroused than before. I pulled out my phone and opened Instagram, looking for that photo where Alex was smiling with his fucking cat.

"I'm losing my mind," I muttered as my hand slipped inside my pants.

That night I came imagining what it would be like to have Alex on his knees in front of me, trembling and blushing. And then I fell asleep hating myself for being a fucking romantic piece of shit who couldn't fuck without feelings.

The next morning would be a hell of a hangover and guilt, but it was worth it for confirming what I already knew: I was completely fucked. I didn't want just any submissive. I wanted Alex.