Page 48 of Dominate Me

Do I go through with this? Or callredwhen the doors opened?

I skimmed the letter again. Beads of sweat popped on my hairline and the hair on my arms stood up straight. I inhaled slowly, breathing in until the cool air passing my lips burned my lungs, and filled me with courage.

I had come this far and it was too late to turn back. I glanced up again to the corners of the elevators, scanning for cameras. If they were there, if anyone could see what his written words coldly commanded me to do, I couldn’t tell.

But he wouldn’t do that. He knew I didn’t want to be watched.

I slid the envelope into my purse and then dropped both my purse and the bag next to me.

I reached for the bottom hem of my dress and pulled it up and over my head. I folded it as I dropped to my knees and then stuffed it inside my bag.

Knees spread wide open. Ass on my heels. Back straight. Head down. Palms on my knees.

I did exactly what he’d requested.

Once in position, that strange flutter of disappointment, the potential of what I’d thrown away last night, came crawling back to me.

Yet, this was what I’d asked for as well.

My heart thundered at a rampage pace, but despite the nerves, that tingling of life suffusing my skin made me feel awakened.

Just like all the other times I thought of this, or the few times I’d been with Jensen in person...his demands pushed me outside of a comfort zone I had never fit into.

My shoulders jumped at the ding of a bell as the elevator pulled to a stop and in the mirrored reflection of the doors, my skin was pale, my eyes wide with fear, yet my sex was already wet.

Would anyone see me? Did other people live on this floor?

I didn’t have to wait long for the answers. As soon as the doors swooshed open, a pair of black dress shoes appeared in my line of vision, the familiar scent of Jensen’s masculinity washing over me.

I forced myself to keep my head down, staring only at the shine of his shoes and the slick, black fabric of his pants as he came closer, his pants almost brushing against my forehead.

“Good evening, sub,” his voice rumbled from above. “Are you ready for tonight?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, the urge to look up strong, but I continued staring at his shoes.

His laugh was controlled, just this side of cold. “We’ll see about that. Come here.”

I fidgeted, moved to stand, but a hand touched the top of my head, stilling me.

“Did I say you could walk?”

Ummm... “No, sir.”

“Good.” His hand disappeared from my head and then he bent. I heard the clatter of my purse straps and bag as he picked them up and took a step back. “Hands and knees, sub. Crawl to the couch and continue to kneel like you are now.”

He wanted me to crawl? This hadn’t been something we’d discussed. Although would it have been a hard limit? I was opposed to public humiliation but assuming no one could see me, he wasn’t breaking the rules. Perhaps skirting the line like I had done earlier.

With only a brief hesitation, reminding myself that this was about trying new things, discovering my limits, I fell forward and placed my hands on the plush carpet outside the elevator.

My knees hurt and my skin heated as I continued crawling like a dog.

Jensen’s presence behind me was tangible, like he was touching me, even when I couldn’t hear him or see him. Every forward move, every sway of my hips, the cool air along my exposed butt cheeks, enflamed my skin.

I gritted my teeth and scrunched my nose, sniffing while I crawled as he inspected my body like a dog in a shelter.

Was he liking this? Seeing me in this demeaning way? The confusing emotions, the desire to please and the anger at being treated like an animal warred inside me.

But for some reason, I continued to listen.

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