Page 71 of Dominated

But what I needed now more than ever was an escape. A way to ease the anxiety and tension. To step out of my body, even for only a few hours, so I had notified Luke of my arrival.

At one point, I’d told Bale I probably should have moved on from Jacob and Luke.

But they were familiar.

I knew what to expect when I was in their presence.

They required no training; there would be no learning curve.

And most importantly, Luke was free, and I was waiting for him in my private room, sitting on the table in a robe.

Although Luke was as talented as Jacob, neither came close to measuring up to Bale.

I’d stupidly thought that speaking into my phone would cause him to appear out of thin air.

That he would come to rescue me.

That I would fall into his arms and be whisked away from the danger.

Of course, that hadn’t happened.

He hadn’t reached out. He hadn’t checked on me. He’d made no attempt to come back into my life.

Maybe Luke could erase these thoughts of Bale.

He could make me feel like Bale was just a distant, meaningless memory.

But as I sat in this room, covered in silk, I couldn’t even fathom moving on.

I couldn’t push him out of my head.

I couldn’t stop thinking …

Did I make a mistake by not going with him?

Should I have forgiven him?

Will I regret this decision for the rest of my life?

Whenever Jacob or Luke entered my private room, I was always naked and spread across the table.

Waiting.

But the moment I’d come in here tonight, I couldn’t bring myself to shed the robe, and even though I wanted to be denied, I had no desire to lie down.

The only fingers I wanted touching me were Bale’s.

The only denial I wanted to feel was his.

The only—

I gasped as I felt the vibration of my phone, startling me out of my thoughts.

I never normally brought it into the club, but since Bale’s warning and getting chased down during my run, I felt it was important to have it close, and I’d placed it in the pocket of my robe.

I reached inside and held the screen in front of me.

The message, the words—they made everything inside me start to tingle.

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