She Also Serves: What Makes Obedience Hot?
By Alexa Day
On Friday, Musa Publishing launched Eros, its new line of erotic stories, and I’m proud to be one of the line’s first authors. My short story, “Turnabout Day,” will be released this Friday. Check out my smoking hot cover, friends!
The story takes place in a steam-driven alternate to Jamaican history. Turnabout Day is one of that world’s holidays, a day when the upper class serves its servants. It’s a chance for Chloe Newton to spend a little time with Peter Darrow, a childhood playmate who’s grown into a very hot engineer. Although Peter is technically Chloe’s consultant now, not a servant, she’s very interested in taking orders from him for one evening.
But why? What makes a successful woman like Chloe, a woman in charge of her family’s sugarcane estate, want to become any man’s sexual servant?
Well, it could be anything, really. Just the fact that it floats her boat is sufficient, once she’s found a willing partner. But it’s still easy to think of a woman’s desire to submit to a partner sexually as something less than modern, less than powerful, and less than attractive.
Consider this, though.
Chloe’s made the choice to surrender to Peter. It’s her idea. So if he’s in control, it’s only because she’s given him the keys. And while she enjoys testing the boundaries of this new relationship, her willingness to obey actually directs their encounter.
On top of all that, Chloe enjoys a special advantage here — she gets to watch Peter pushed to the limits of his self-control. That’s definitely a position of power.
In any case, regardless of her motivations, do Chloe’s sexual preferences really make her any less powerful? Do they make her less of a businesswoman? Is she somehow less capable outside the bedroom because of her preferences in it?
While you’re thinking it over, here’s a little something to savor until “Turnabout Day” arrives this Friday.
“Don’t you want to be in charge for a day?” Something stirred within her, lending illicit intent to the innocent question.
His eyes met hers. “Of course.” His voice lowered in a way that awakened long-dormant desires in her. “But you aren’t a girl now. And I don’t think you’d much like what I asked you for.”
She swallowed hard. What might he ask for? Would he want to restrain her and take his pleasure? Would his hungers be more exotic than those of her own past lovers? Would she be able to satisfy the needs he alluded to?
She tried to breathe.
“How will you know, Peter?” Unable to help herself, she looked down at the floor. “How will you know unless you ask?”
She reached for him and found the soft fabric of his shirt damp with sweat. “And in any case,” she said in a near-whisper, “my understanding is that on this night, it doesn’t matter whether I like what you ask me for.”
He gazed down at her, his dark blue eyes almost black. She’d seen him look down at his columns of figures and pages of schematics the same way, exercising his full attention, the focused power of his mind. She liked the feeling.
She reached for his mouth, wanting to stroke his full lips. He intercepted her hand and pressed her fingers together almost painfully.
“Tonight, you must do as I say, love. You must do anything I say. Is that what you want, Chloe?”
She flattened her hand against his chest and summoned her friend Beryl’s flirtatious spirit.
“What do you think?”
Be sure to join my colleagues here at Lady Smut as we count the days to “Turnabout Day.” In fact, this is a good time to make sure you’re following us. We’ll keep you on your toes year round.