Page 85 of West Bound

“Good morning. How can I help you?” The greeter at the check-in desk says.

“Hello. There should be a key waiting for me. Vivian Kelley.”

She types a few keys on her computer then asks, “and the name of the guest?”

“Arizona East,” I reply.

She smiles then pulls out a card key and an envelope and slides them both to me.

“Mr. East asked that I give you this as well and for you to be sure to read it before entering the room.” Her smile never falters but mine does.

“O-kaay. Thank you.” I take the key and envelope warily, and begin backing away.

“Have a wonderful day, Ms. Kelley.”

“Thanks. Same…to you.”

I rush to the elevator and press the twentieth floor once I’m inside, knowing that he always requests that floor, for some odd reason, and look at the card that rests in a small case for the room number.

As I start to ascend, I rip open the envelope and pull out a letter to read whatever it is that is so important that I must read it now.

Peaches-

When you enter the room, go straight for the closet and put on what is hanging in it. Leave everything else there. Only wear what I have picked out. There will be another envelope for you to read after you’ve changed. Follow it to a T.

Nix

The letter begins to shake and I realize it’s because my hand is furiously trembling, but it’s not from fright. In fact, it’s the anticipation of what’s to come that has my adrenaline spiking and my body tingling.

I fold the letter and step off the elevator and stride down the hall. As I pass each door, I feel the flutter in my stomach build until it seems there is a swarm of butterflies and wasps swirling inside of me.

Stepping up the to door, I swipe my card key and it beeps. I walk through and go straight for the closet, just as he said. I don’t even take a minute to enjoy the luxurious room he’s gotten for us.

Abandoning my suitcase, I slide the closet door open slowly like something evil is waiting inside for me. Light from the windows pours in and illuminates the dark, foreboding closet to showcase…

One lacey red thong and a pair of strappy red stilettos. The panties are clipped on a hanger and another envelope is stuck with it. I carefully pull both off the hanger and pocket the panties in my jeans while I read the second list of instructions.

You’re such a good girl, doing as I say. Slip on the panties and ONLY the panties. Don’t put on any other clothes. Grab that hair tie that I know you keep in your purse and put your hair in a high ponytail. Then, my juicy peach, slip on those fuck hot heels and lace them as high as they will go. When you’re done text me “ready”, then kneel by the end of the bed and put your hands on it like you’re praying. Because baby…what I have planned for you is going to have you begging God for mercy.

~P

My gulp is loud and that swarm that was in my belly…it’s a full on party with spiders and bees and anything else you can think of that makes me shiver and clench with a premonition that I done fucked up when I ignored his texts.

With quivering hands, I slowly undress and slip on the panties, then step into the heels and lace them up. The straps are so long they reach my knees.

My heels click across the floor as I step slowly to the edge of the bed and kneel as he has said. Remembering I needed to text him, I shuffle back to my purse, tell him I'm ready, then quickly return to my position.

Minutes pass that feel like hours when I hear the door click open. Slow heavy steps make their way in and I turn my head to witness the power that is Phoenix West.

“Don’t look at me,” he growls. “Keep your eyes on the bed and don’t…move them.”

I give him a slight nod, too afraid to talk, and stare at my hands that are now convulsing on their own accord.

The sound of his steps comes closer and I can see him in my peripheral. His hands are fisted at his sides so tight I can see the white of his knuckles. If the heat radiating off of his body is any indication of his mood, I am facing the right way for a brutal smack bottom.

He steps behind me and leans in. “You were a very bad girl, Peaches. I don’t like when I’m disobeyed. And I know you like being my good girl.” He runs a finger down my neck, eliciting an eruption of chills to spread across my body. “You like to act tough but baby…you fucking love when I treat you like my own personal toy. Don’t you?’

I nod and open my mouth, but words won’t come out.

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