The Unexpected Submissive

Evan pulled onto his drive and pressed the button on the remote control to open the garage door, drove in and parked the car. When the door finally swung shut, he heaved a sigh of relief. God, he was pleased to be home. He knew that many people would kill to be in his shoes and go to conferences and things abroad, but he’d just spent four days in Paris and had barely had a minute to himself. It was all work and no play. He’d certainly had no time for sightseeing, which sucked as Paris was one of his favourite cities. The conference schedule had been absolutely packed out and he’d attended every lecture he could—often having to choose between two running at the same time—as well as speaking at one session himself.

It had basically been: lecture, coffee, lecture, lunch, lecture, dinner, shower, bed. For four days. Except for the part where he’d been travelling, of course. And the flights hadn’t been great, either. There’d been turbulence both ways and a delay going out. Evan was so exhausted when the conference drew to a close that he didn’t bother with the last night he’d booked in the hotel. Instead, he’d packed his bags, checked out and got a taxi to the airport, intending to take the next flight home. Factoring in the time difference, he worked out he’d be home around 9pm. Just enough time for a soak in the bath and then to collapse into his nice...