<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Bryce had to wonder just when asking a woman to get him a glass of wine without her dress had become a form of humiliation.  He had had other call girls before who had been more than happy to fulfill such a request of service, often without much more than their stockings and heels on and they had enjoyed the simple game of dominance and servitude they had indulged in.  It wasn't as if he was making her vacuum the suite before he fucked her relentlessly.  Nicole had selected Lyla for him and he was beginning to wonder just what kind of woman Lyla really was... and if Nicole's assessment of what he wanted had been flawed.<br/><br/>But, one glance at Lyla in nothing but her lingerie quickly dispersed those doubts and drew a tight-lipped chuckle from the businessman.  He reclined back on the couch, accepting the offered glass of wine and sighed contently.<br/><br/>"I think you misunderstand my intentions here.  If I were to humiliate you, it would be far worse than making you serve us a glass of wine before we settled down to the business at hand.  While I can understand that our business is just that, I do expect you to enjoy yourself as much as I do.  This.."<br/><br/>He waved the glass of wine in the air dismissively before taking a sip.<br/><br/>"...is hardly a gesture of wanting to make you feel humiliated.  If you feel that it is such a thing, then please accept my apologies and learn that my intentions are not as such."<br/><br/>Bryce's piercing dark eyes watched her face as he spoke, trying to read the emotions that were evident there.  She had felt slighted and had elected to lecture him on the purpose behind their meeting.  It was a speech he didn't need to hear but perhaps they were beyond the point of such words now.  There was no need for any more conversations if it was merely going to draw out the woman's ire and prevent him from enjoying some well-spent money.<br/><br/>"Enough conversing then.  Perhaps we should discard the pretensions and just get on with something we both can enjoy."<br/><br/>With that, he set down his wine glass and stood, closing the distance between them in a few strides.  His strong hands went about her slender waist and he pulled her close, the scent of her perfume filling his senses.  He breathed her in deeply, exhaling it in a sigh of contentment.  She was the very picturesque vision of beauty he had wanted, although her attitude did leave something to be desired.  He would have to see just how that changed once he got her into bed.<br/><br/>His lips sought out her own and he kissed deeply, the first stirrings of that brooding passion he had been holding back coming to the forefront.  Submissive might not mean slave but she would do as he asked before the evening was out and their business concluded.