A December To Remember

[bamagirlwriter]

(closed for Silvertongue217)
Makayla sat on her best friend's couch already half drunk and missing her top. It didn't matter anyways, there would never be anything between her and her lifelong friend. Though she thought him everything a man should be, she had never seen a dominant inkling in him. Being a natural submissive she needed that.

It was actually a so called dominant that had brought her to his door tonight. She had been out with Tony, her boyfriend and Dominant, when he'd informed her in the middle of a very upscale restaurant of all her faults then stormed out.

"I just don't understand. He called me short and fat and said that I was too needy to ever be on his radar for a real relationship. How could he use me like that?"

she may have been short at only a couple inches over five feet, but she enjoyed the strength and seeming safety that taller men offered her. She liked them well over six foot if she could find them. And she sure as hell wasn't fat! she might weigh 160 soaking wet, but that was all in the curves and she knew she had those in all the right places. She even had the sexy long hair that fell to her waist in golden soft curls and cornflower blue, almost grey, bedroom eyes.

She would give tony that she was needy. It was nothing new. she'd always been that way. However, if she was given enough attention and affection whenever she was with her man, she was usually okay to be on her own until they were next together.

Now she was sitting here downing a 12 pack of beer like it was water, wearing only a bra and very tight skirt, while crying her eyes out three weeks before christmas.

 

[silvertongue217]

Dante scowled rolling his eyes as he reached over and grabbed another beer from the pack sitting on his living room table. HE resisted the urge to down it himself and instead pushed it into his “best friends” hands partly to give her some thing to drink and partly because she was looking at him with that damn lost puppy look she always gave him. Ever since they were kids she knew just what buttons to push just what to say or do to get him to react. It wasn’t his fault he was in love with her, that he hated seeing her cry and would do any thing for her or to see her beautiful smile. Just one look or whimper would be enough for him to drop every thing, come running and make her feel better. How many dates had he left for her? How many friends had he blown off? Hell even a few jobs were lost because of his inability to simply say the words NO to her.

Dante sighed running a hand through his short black hair and turning his body to look at her, even on the couch he still towered over her coming in at six feet and making him seem like a giant when they were together. His dark brooding green eyes assessed her a mixture of concern and frustration adorning them as he worked his jaw up and down his tan skin and full lips moving in clear concern. He was getting read for bed when she showed up at his door and so he was still wearing black boxer briefs and a simply black t shirt, the black t shirt did little to hide his broad shoulders and muscular arms just as the boxer briefs did little to hide his thick muscular legs.

“These pigs you go after are all losers” Dante reminded her carefully twisting the cap off the bottle and throwing it onto the table “They don’t care about you there all sadistic sons of bitches who don’t know the thing about being a dom!” He remarked angrily leaning back and trying not to stare at her tits.

It was always about the dom’s with her always what she went after. She was submissive through and through and was so desperate for a dominant male that she would take any one or at least try them out. The problem was most of them barely knew the meaning of the world much less the right approach. It wasn’t like they had spent their entire time researching it…… Or leaning about….. All so a certain girl would…..

“Your so desperate for a dom you go after the bad ones” He remarked watching her “all those BDSM bars you go to attract the creeps you need to stop searching so hard and let one come to you” He said running his long firm fingers up and down her legs “some one who cares about you and knows the life” He remarked firmly messaging and rubbing her legs watching her intently.

 

[bamagirlwriter]

Makayla stared at Dante in a drunken daze as he spoke. "Where the hell else am i going to find one? it's not like we walk around with tattoos on our forehead." she shook her head and leaned into him to run the gingers of one hand over his cheek in a tender gesture. "Why couldn't you have been a Dom, Dante? besides, what would you know about it? you have never shown an inkling for the lifestyle and as your best friend i would know."

Her hand fell away as she tipped up the fresh bottle of beer he'd given her and guzzled half of it at one time. with a sigh and a deep ragged breath she looked at him with foggy eyes. a clear indication that she was on the verge of passing out and so far beyond drunk that the term plastered probably no longer even came close to applying to her. "I just... i need someone with passion... for me. someone who can be tender and firm and tell me no and give me the world and ... and just throw me down and make love to me without a word or tie me up and tortue me sweetly until i beg for him. I don't know any other way to explain it to you, Dante. It's so complex. and i am so tired of searching."