Page 172 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
However, since it was about me and no one else, I figured I had the right to make that decision.
“Well, I guess it’s about time to get this shindig underway,” Zeke said in that booming voice of his. “I’ll go make sure all the kiddies are playing nice.”
Taking a deep breath, I pushed to my feet.
“You know where to go,” Langston said as we started toward the dungeon. “It’s all on you now.”
Yeah. I probably should’ve been nervous, but I wasn’t.
In fact, I was ready to give the greatest performance of my life, because if I was being honest, this was the only one that would ever matter.
Troy
AFTER BEING HERDED INTO THE dressing room like cattle, I managed to find the locker that my key would fit. Initially, I’d been nervous, confused by this new turn of events. Not once had Master mentioned anything about this, so I had no idea what to expect. And with my one night playing at the club previously, it wasn’t like I had any experience to pull from.
Since no one else seemed to be concerned, I took that as a good sign.
An even better sign was the black leather pants in my locker. I thought for sure there would be a leather speedo or some strange little jumpsuit that I was supposed to stuff myself into. It was a relief to know Master hadn’t changed the attire.
It didn’t take long to shed my clothes and pull on the leather pants. Unfortunately, no one was being allowed back out of the dressing room, so I was stuck with about two dozen other submissives who were standing around chatting about what this could possibly mean.
And let me tell you, there were a lot of theories.
Someone mentioned this was the prelude to some big orgy. Another said he thought we would be chained together and then all the Doms would take turns whipping us. Another said a thorough fucking would follow.
While I prayed none of those were the case, I had to wonder if those were merely hopes for those particular submissives. I couldn’t see Master leaving me or Clarissa to fend for ourselves during an orgy. He was far too controlled and way too possessive for that to ever happen.
Then again, something was definitely going down tonight.
“All right, ladies,” Zeke said when he appeared in the doorway. “When you’re ready to head out, line up. Before you leave the room, you will be blindfolded. Someone will then lead you to where they want you to go. Don’t argue, don’t fight. Be good little children and perhaps you won’t get your ass beaten black and blue tonight.”
Someone muttered that they would give their left nut for Zeke to blister their ass. I could only shake my head. I damn sure wasn’t going to do anything that might provoke the giant Sadist into hitting me.
As everyone moved toward the doorway, I fell into the line, inching forward while one of the on-duty submissives slipped blindfolds on each person before they were marched back out to the floor.
When it was finally my turn, I felt a strange churning in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was anticipation or fear. This wasn’t what I’d signed up for. I was tempted to find a hiding spot but decided against it just as the blindfold was being slipped over my eyes.
I trusted Master with my life. I knew he would ensure I was taken care of.
Didn’t mean I wasn’t on the verge of a panic attack.
Roughly fifteen minutes later, after being led down two flights of stairs into what I assumed was the dungeon, I’d been shifted a few times until I was evidently in whatever position I was supposed to be in.
So far, there weren’t any chains or ropes attached to my body. I wasn’t restrained in any way. And that was likely the only reason I wasn’t hyperventilating.
From what I could tell, Zeke had remained with me and a few others, taking us where we were supposed to go. I could still hear him talking, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.
It wasn’t long until I felt a warm body move closer. Then Zeke’s voice was low and deep right next to my ear.
“You’re instructed to kneel, sub. Ass on your heels, hands behind your back, head down. Don’t move until you’re told to do so. What’s your safe word?”
“Red.” My voice quivered slightly.
“Good. Now get on your knees.”
His body shifted and I did as I was told, dropping to my knees on the hard concrete floor. I remembered what he said, putting my hands behind my back, my ass resting on my heels and my head bowed. I took a deep breath as my anxiety ratcheted up a few notches.
Admittedly, I was new to this scene and part of me was looking forward to seeing what was going to happen. But the bigger part of me was about ready to hightail it out of this place because I was scared shitless.
