Interview with Stephan Coleman - Dom from Slave, Finding Anna Book 1

I look down at my watch. Nine fifty-eight. I wonder if he’ll be on time.

Just as that thought crosses my mind, I hear the elevator ding, and the doors open. Moments later, a young man who looks to be in his mid twenties walks into the small office where I’m waiting. His dark hair and lanky build confirm that this is who I’ve been waiting for. Stephan Coleman.

He sees me and stops. “Who are you?”

“My name is Mary.”

He doesn’t move, just keeps staring at me.

“Ms. Hayes asked me to conduct the interview today. She had something come up at the last minute, and couldn’t be here.”

He remains where he is.

There is a second when I think he might just turn around and walk back out the door, but then he walks a few more feet and takes a seat in the plush chair across from me.

“First of all, Stephan, thank you for taking the time to talk to me today. I know the readers appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, sitting back in his chair, still obviously uncomfortable with the situation. 

I waited for him to say more, but he doesn’t. Okay then…

“I know all the readers are wondering how Brianna’s doing? Ms. Hayes said you were reluctant to leave her today.”

“I’m always reluctant to leave her,” he states. “I’m not sure that will ever change. As for how she is…she’s as well as she can be. There really isn’t a straightforward answer to that question. This morning she was…pensive.”

“Pensive?”

“She had a rough night.”

“Why?”

His eyebrows rose in annoyance. “Why don’t you ask Ms. Hayes. She’s the one who wrote the book. She knows how she left things. How do you think Brianna is dealing with that?”

“Oh yeah. Sorry,” I said sheepishly. “She did sort of leave you both hanging didn’t she?”

“Hm,” he says, but leaves it at that.

I decide maybe its better to move on with the interview. “Why don’t we start by you telling everyone a little about yourself. Not everyone has read Slave, Finding Anna Book 1 yet.”

“I’m twenty-four years old, live in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and I’m CEO of The Coleman Foundation.”

“And you’re a Dom,” I added.

He smirked. “Yes, I am.”

“One of the readers wanted to know what the allure of BDSM is for you.”

“BDSM brought control back into my life. After my parents died I wasn’t exactly a model teenager. I was lost in a lot of ways. I felt as if I had no control over my life and acted out trying to find it. Being a Dom fulfilled that need for control I have. Plus, seeing a woman on her knees, looking up at you, trust in her eyes, waiting to please you…there is nothing better.”

I definitely knew the appeal of having someone kneeling at your feet, even though I preferred male subs. As he said, there really is nothing better. “Do you ever like not being in control?”

“That depends. Typically, no, I don’t, but in every day life sometimes it’s required. It’s impossible to control everything all the time.”

“Have you ever subbed for someone then?”

“Yes.”

“Care to elaborate?” He’s apparently not a big talker. I have no idea how Ms. Hayes manages to get anything out of him if he’s like this with her.

Stephan shifted his weight, and smirked at me again. “As part of my training, I subbed once for my Mentor, Daren. It was difficult. I didn’t enjoy it. And it’s not something I would want to do again. Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes,” I smiled. “Thank you.” Looking back down at my notes I continued. “When did you realize you wanted to be a Dom?”

He was quiet for several minutes, but I could tell he was thinking. “I don’t recall an exact moment in time. It was more of a process. My freshman year of college was rough. If not for rooming with Daren my sophomore year, I’m not sure I would have made it through all four years.”

“Why is that? What changed? And we still don’t know how you became a Dom,” I made sure to point that out.

“One question at a time,” he said leaning forward onto his elbows. “I was having difficulty because, as I said earlier, my way of trying to control my environment back then was to act out. Not the smartest thing, but it was all I had at the time.”

“So you were a troublemaker?” I asked, trying to clarify. It was hard to picture the man in front of me as anything less than totally put together and in command of his surroundings.

“No. I did, however, put just about everything ahead of my schooling. I rarely went to class. I never studied. My time was spent partying and chasing woman.”

“So you lacked focus.”

“No,” he said again. “I had a focus. It just wasn’t getting me where I needed or should be going.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was angry and hurt when my parents died. I suppose you could say I was trying to get back at the world,” he shrugged.

“What changed?”

He laughed. It was a full belly laugh, and it threw me a little. He came across as a very serious individual. “I’d been living with Daren for about a month when my laptop died on me. Daren offered the use of his. His screen saver was a picture of his girlfriend bound and gagged to his bed.”

Oh this was interesting. “What did you think when you saw it?”

“I didn’t know what to think, only that I couldn’t get the image out of my head. Finally I asked him about it. The rest just sort of happened.”

“Oh no. You can’t just leave it at that!” I said, sitting up in my chair.

Stephan gave a sly smile “Why not?”

“Because the readers want to know. What happened when you asked him about it?”

He just sat there not saying anything, watching me. His fingers came together to form a point, and he began tapping them together. “He answered my questions, but didn’t go into detail. The next day when I came home from one of the rare classes I attended, Daren and his girlfriend were there. She was kneeling on the floor in nothing but her panties.”

I waited for him to go on, but he didn’t. “What did you do?”

“Nothing at first. But when Daren realized I wasn’t going to run, he picked up a flogger and began using it on her. After the first few hits, he started talking, telling me what he was doing as he was doing it, and why. I was fascinated. The sight of her sitting there and obviously enjoying what he was doing to her had me mesmerized. Even with him talking to me, the two seemed to have a sort of connection that I’d never seen before. It excited me.” He seemed lost in his memories, so I remained silent waiting for him to finish. “It became a sort of ritual, and before I knew what was happening, I began to look forward to coming back from class and finding them. It didn’t take long for Daren to start including me once he realized I was interested. Sometimes I think I learned more outside of the classroom during my college days than I did inside of it,” he chuckled.

“It sounds like quite the introduction to the lifestyle. Do you ever regret it?”

“No,” he answers, and I can tell there is no doubt present.

I nod, and decide it’s time to get back to my list. “Another reader question. ‘Even with Brianna being a terribly injured and troubled soul, how are you restraining yourself when you so clearly want her?’”

He sighed and sat back in his chair. “I ask myself that same question on a daily bases, but in the end the answer is the same. I can’t bring myself to harm her more. Until she is ready for more, if that ever happens, I will continue to endure what I have to. I care too much for her to do anything else.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his response. He smiles back.

Looking down at my notes again, I find a more business related question to ask. “How did you become so successful in business at such a young age?”

Stephan gets a distant look on his face. “After my parent’s death, The Coleman Foundation became mine. At fourteen, I was too young to run it properly, so my aunt and uncle found a temporary CEO until I graduated from college and could take over.”

“Do you enjoy what you do?”

“For the most part, yes. I like helping people. The foundation gives me that opportunity. Unfortunately, I rarely get to see those we help.” Before I can ask any more questions, he looks down at his watch. “I need to go.”

I look down at my own watch and realize that almost an hour is past. How did that happen?

“Brianna?” I ask, knowing by the look on his face that it could be nothing else. He clearly cares for her deeply.

“Yes.”

“Alright. Well thank you for answering some of the reader’s questions. I know they appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles before getting up to leave. “If you have anymore, you know how to reach me.”

I hope you all enjoyed the interview with Stephan. He and Brianna have a long way to go, so I’m sure this won’t be the last time we hear from him. :)

If you'd like to find out more about Stephan and Brianna go to www.findingannaseries.blogspot.com.