couldn’t resist sucking his lower lip a moment longer. “Welcome to Palm Springs, Master. We could go test that beautiful bed in there.”
Nick turned to look behind him. “We could...Krystal didn’t skimp on the room decor...or on the flowers for my woman.”
Sondra smelled the scent of roses and turned to take a better look at them. On the balcony was a table and chairs to relax in when they chose to but the bouquet of red roses couldn’t be ignored...nor the card with her name on it.
She looked sideways at Nick, smiled and shook her head as she pulled out the envelope from between the flowers. Holding the card open so Nick could read it with her, Sondra’s throat tightened at what she saw there.
Someone will come for you at 4:00
To escort you to our meeting.
I think you have something that belongs to me
...and I will remove them when I arrive.
Master Omar
Nick checked his watch. “It’s 3:30 so you have half an hour. Remember all you’ve learned. You’ve done well. Keep in mind that you don’t look him in the eye unless instructed. I know he runs these interviews on protocol so listen and follow his instructions. You’ll do fine. He’s not going to have you whipped...so relax, pet.” Nick kissed her nose. “He’ll be as taken with you as I am and if and when he does tell you to look at him, those emerald eyes of yours will take his breath away! Hide them from him as long as you can; they’re like a weapon against a Dom who’s not had you yet.”
“Nick, I don’t know if I can do this. The last party was hard for me.”
He placed a knuckle beneath her chin, forcing her to look at him. “And you did just fine. I would bet a few of those Doms will be hoping to see you here so they can taste you again.”
Sondra could only envision several leather clad men fighting to get at her and she took a deep breath. This is what she’d wanted...to experience the lifestyle and now she was here.
Backing out wasn’t an option.
She held her head high, knowing she needed to concentrate on the pleasure she’d be giving these men as she obeyed each of their commands. They couldn’t be successful Doms without a willing submissive.
She could do this!
“I’d better freshen up. There’ll be a knock on the door soon.” She stepped inside and headed to her luggage to get her makeup bag.
“Your ass looks great in that skirt. Omar will enjoy touching you.” Nick laughed. “Pet, do not dry yourself before your escort arrives. Your new Host is looking forward to smelling that soaked thong.”
Sondra’s fingers shook as she applied fresh mascara and cover stick. She wondered what kind of man Omar was as she imagined him to be a mean, intimidating Dom at 6’5” with wider shoulders than she’d ever seen. The anticipation frightened her but made her wet and she wasn’t even at the meeting yet. Her inner muscles clenched and the wet thong had worked its way deeper between her cheeks.
Nick wouldn’t be going with her but she wished he could, if just for comfort in knowing he was there.
A knock sounded at the door and her stomach lurched into her throat.
Nick leaned against the bathroom door with a nasty smile on his face. “You’ll harden his cock as soon as he sees your ass in that skirt.”
* * * * *
Nick opened the door as Sondra stood at his side, butterflies swirling in her stomach like she’d never had before. Interviewing with Nick for his company position hadn’t bothered her this much but this interview would have a stranger demanding her wet thong and removing it himself. Her heart couldn’t race any faster.
The man standing in the hall wore tight leather pants, gloves, riveted leather straps across his upper body, and a leather masked over his eyes. His dark moustache trailed down to frame his chin. Sondra could only stare. How could Nick allow her to be led away by this monster?
“Master Omar requires your presence. Follow me, please....NOW.”
Nick kissed
Nick turned to look behind him. “We could...Krystal didn’t skimp on the room decor...or on the flowers for my woman.”
Sondra smelled the scent of roses and turned to take a better look at them. On the balcony was a table and chairs to relax in when they chose to but the bouquet of red roses couldn’t be ignored...nor the card with her name on it.
She looked sideways at Nick, smiled and shook her head as she pulled out the envelope from between the flowers. Holding the card open so Nick could read it with her, Sondra’s throat tightened at what she saw there.
Someone will come for you at 4:00
To escort you to our meeting.
I think you have something that belongs to me
...and I will remove them when I arrive.
Master Omar
Nick checked his watch. “It’s 3:30 so you have half an hour. Remember all you’ve learned. You’ve done well. Keep in mind that you don’t look him in the eye unless instructed. I know he runs these interviews on protocol so listen and follow his instructions. You’ll do fine. He’s not going to have you whipped...so relax, pet.” Nick kissed her nose. “He’ll be as taken with you as I am and if and when he does tell you to look at him, those emerald eyes of yours will take his breath away! Hide them from him as long as you can; they’re like a weapon against a Dom who’s not had you yet.”
“Nick, I don’t know if I can do this. The last party was hard for me.”
He placed a knuckle beneath her chin, forcing her to look at him. “And you did just fine. I would bet a few of those Doms will be hoping to see you here so they can taste you again.”
Sondra could only envision several leather clad men fighting to get at her and she took a deep breath. This is what she’d wanted...to experience the lifestyle and now she was here.
Backing out wasn’t an option.
She held her head high, knowing she needed to concentrate on the pleasure she’d be giving these men as she obeyed each of their commands. They couldn’t be successful Doms without a willing submissive.
She could do this!
“I’d better freshen up. There’ll be a knock on the door soon.” She stepped inside and headed to her luggage to get her makeup bag.
“Your ass looks great in that skirt. Omar will enjoy touching you.” Nick laughed. “Pet, do not dry yourself before your escort arrives. Your new Host is looking forward to smelling that soaked thong.”
Sondra’s fingers shook as she applied fresh mascara and cover stick. She wondered what kind of man Omar was as she imagined him to be a mean, intimidating Dom at 6’5” with wider shoulders than she’d ever seen. The anticipation frightened her but made her wet and she wasn’t even at the meeting yet. Her inner muscles clenched and the wet thong had worked its way deeper between her cheeks.
Nick wouldn’t be going with her but she wished he could, if just for comfort in knowing he was there.
A knock sounded at the door and her stomach lurched into her throat.
Nick leaned against the bathroom door with a nasty smile on his face. “You’ll harden his cock as soon as he sees your ass in that skirt.”
* * * * *
Nick opened the door as Sondra stood at his side, butterflies swirling in her stomach like she’d never had before. Interviewing with Nick for his company position hadn’t bothered her this much but this interview would have a stranger demanding her wet thong and removing it himself. Her heart couldn’t race any faster.
The man standing in the hall wore tight leather pants, gloves, riveted leather straps across his upper body, and a leather masked over his eyes. His dark moustache trailed down to frame his chin. Sondra could only stare. How could Nick allow her to be led away by this monster?
“Master Omar requires your presence. Follow me, please....NOW.”
Nick kissed
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