Flavia pov
"Submissive?"
I try the word out loud, not thinking it bears a nice ring to it.
Surely it's nothing to do with ballet or I would have mastered it by now.
I look up at Dimitri to see a pleased look in his eye.
"Sit, I have some planning to do."
Following instruction, I fall to the couch and wait for my new boss to continue.
Perhaps it's a new eating program?
My diet is already quite strict, but my body is different than a normal ballerina.
Maybe I'm not up to par in his eyes.
For some reason the thought disappoints me, but I refuse to show it.
"What about a dominant? Have you heard of that?"
I shake my head, still confused.
Dimitri folds his hands and sits on the thick wooden coffee table in front of me.
"Well flower, it's my lifestyle. I am the dominant, so I make the rules and care for my
submissive. It is my job to pleasure and protect in all areas of life. However, I lack a submissive
at the moment."
There's a small string of hope in his voice at the end of his explaination.
So... He's boyfriend material? Is that what he wanted to tell me.
"You're the perfect woman to fit that role, flower. I want you to be my submissive."
There is no question in his gruff words, only a statement.
He wants me.
Of all the ballerinas?
I fiddle with a strand of my long dark hair nervously.
Is this why he moved me here? What about the raise? Is he paying me to be with him?
"I'll have to decline Dimitri. Ballet is my life and I would like to focus on that. I don't think I'd be
good in a relashionship."
His eyes depict surprise and his body shifts forward.
"You don't think? Have you never been in one?"
I shake my head embarrassed. No. Ballet is all I've ever focused on. Why would I need anyone
else when everyone I've known has always been bad to me? It just doesn't make sense.
I think there's dissapointment on his face, but it soon breaks into a wide grin.
"Perfect! I can teach you everything from scratch!"
He jumps from where he sits and lifts my body into the air like I'm a feather.
"Flower, this is wonderful! We will be amazing together!"
He puts me on the ground and drops to his knees pleadingly.
"Just give this a chance. I swear you will enjoy this."
He is so sure of his promise and I can't see any doubt or hesitation in his gaze.
With only so many options on the table, I begin to wonder.
What if I had something to live for besides ballet?
Someone?
It couldn't be terrible, could it?
Mitsy had two boyfriend's in the last three months I've known her and she always seemed very
happy when she was with them.
The only problem is when they broke up she hated them. She talked Ill of them like ever before
and it was like a switch flipped.
I don't want that to happen with Dimitri and I.
He's been quite kind if not a bit too prodding since I met him, but I didn't even know the last boss
well. Dimitri is much more personal and it would be a shame to loose him.
His eyes hold a certain vulnerability and the dark orbs seem lighter than usual.
I can't dissapoint him, so I suppose the only option will be to never break up with him. How hard
can that be?
With a set in stone mindset and willingness to open up at least a little bit, I match Dimitri's
hopeful smile.
"We could try."
The three words alone have him lifting me into his arms yet again and I dangle differently than in
ballet.
This hug is much less practiced, but much more sure than what Malcom and I do for dances.
It's better. I like it.
Wrapping my legs around his body for support, I hug Dimitri back and revel in the feel of human
contact. Ever since I left home, I don't think anyone's touched me apart from ballet classes.
It's just not normal, but I suppose as long as it's Dimitri's hold, I could get used to it.