Page 47 of Dominate Me

Chapter Twelve

Haley

His instructions had been clear, emailed to me before I woke up the next morning. Based on the timestamp, he hadn’t wasted time when he’d returned home the night before to send them to me.

Arrive at my house promptly at five p.m.

Bring an overnight bag consisting of only personal hygiene items. You will not bring clothes.

I want you in a dress. Nothing underneath.

Our play begins as soon as you arrive.

Be ready, pretty girl. Tonight, I will be giving you exactly what you’ve requested.

The “be ready” at the end of his email made small alarm bells ring in my mind. I re-read every word of his email again, scanned it. That weight in my stomach from last night grew to a boulder.

His note carried a hint of anger, as if he was upset at being denied something by me the night before. Beneath all of that, my body was strumming with anticipation at what he might have planned. What exactly, had I requested? And how had he taken it?

The expected thrill of the night ahead and what he’d give me whispered louder than the concern so I pushed those thoughts away and spent the day focusing on preparing myself, showering and cleaning and shaving.

By the time I arrived at his building in Grand Rapids, a penthouse condo in one of the high-rise residential buildings, my pulse thrummed with need and desire.

I clenched my hands into fists at my side as I walked into the ornate entry area and went straight for the security desk to the right.

“Miss Portsmouth here for Mr. Rhodes,” I announced myself. The gray-haired man gave me less than a passing glance.

“Of course, Miss Portsmouth. Mr. Rhodes is expecting you. He asked me to give you this.” He handed me a small, white envelope with only my first name scratched across the front, and stepped to the side of his desk. “Follow me to the elevators, please.”

My hand holding the envelope shook as I followed him, and those nervous tremors traveled through my body with every step I took.

By the time the security guard pulled out a key, opening an elevator at the far end of the row after four others, even my toes were tingling inside the red heels I’d worn to coordinate with my black dress. It was loose and flowy at the top with dolman sleeves, but it tightened at the waist and fit snugly around my hips, rear-end and thighs. It was fancier than I needed for a night in Jensen’s condo, but I chose it because the back was bare, scooping down to just above my ass and required I didn’t wear a bra anyway. The shelf bra on the inside was enough to keep the girls well concealed and lifted.

It didn’t break Jensen’s rules, even though it skirted the edge of them.

“Have a good evening,” the man said, holding the door open for me. When I entered, he leaned in and turned a key on the panel, lighting up a letter “P.”

I waited until the doors closed before I glanced back down at the card. As the elevator moved, the hum from the engine of the car grew to a dull thump in my ears as my finger slid across the envelope.

“This is it,” I whispered to myself on an exhale.

I slid my thumb along the silver, monogrammed initials JRR elegantly scrawled on the front and then hastily opened the envelope, removing a stark white card with the same initials at the top and below it, Jensen’s concise print.

Sub,

I gripped the envelope harder, crinkling it in my hands at the word. Gone was his friendly use of my first name, or his affectionate Pretty Girl nickname. I was his sub. Exactly what I wanted. A chill ran through me and I forced myself to finish the letter.

Strip.

Before the elevator doors open, I want you naked. You will kneel for me in the position previously discussed.

Please me, and you will be rewarded.

Sir.

Despite the coolness of his greeting, each command afterward sent shocks of anticipation throughout my body, sparking excited heat along with a small amount of fear.

I glanced up to where the red numbers flashed. I had seconds to decide.

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