you doing out here?” he asked, looking puzzled.
“I was told to wait here for Rolf.”
He nodded, crossed his arms over his chest. Those were really nice arms.
She wished she could thank him for wearing short sleeves. It was mighty kind of him.
“Hmmm,” he said.
“Is something wrong?”
“No.” He stepped back. “I thought Rolf said he wouldn’t be coming to the club tonight. I must have misunderstood.”
“Oh.” She stared at his lips then checked out the rest of his features. Gorgeous. Perfect. Really fine.
Was there nothing on the man that wasn’t perfectly amazing?
“I’ll give him a call.” He moved toward the door she assumed led to his office. “Be back in a minute.”
“Sure. Thank you.”
Perched on the edge of the seat, she clenched her hands in her lap. Wasn’t this just her luck? She’d been so excited about tonight, and things were falling apart.
She dug into her purse for her cell. If Rolf wasn’t going to make it, was there any rule against her approaching a Dom and asking him if he would train her?
A Dom like…Dierk?
She decided to call Kristy now, so that she’d be prepared when Dierk returned. Just in case.
A subby had to take advantage of an opportunity as it arose. Right?
She scrolled down to Kristy’s name and hit the call button. To her relief, Kristy answered on the second ring.
“Hey, girl,” Kristy said. “What’s up? Didn’t you go to Twilight tonight?”
“I’m here now.” Wynne walked over to the lobby’s corner, farthest from Dierk’s door, and turned to face the wall, hoping nobody would overhear her conversation.
“And you’re on the phone with me?” Kristy’s voice clearly communicated her confusion.
“Yeah, there might be a problem, so I wanted to ask you about protocol.”
“Okay.”
“Specifically, I wanted to know how a submissive approaches a Dom, to ask if he would be willing to have a session with her?”
“Hmmm. Okay. My suggestion would be to present yourself, as you would for Rolf, and wait for the Dom to take the lead. If he doesn’t, then the meaning is clear.”
“Okay. Got it.”
“Good luck, sweetie.”
“Thanks.” No sooner did she end the call than Dierk was back.
Her heart kicked into overdrive, thumping along at a pace that would make a hummingbird’s look sluggish. She took her position, gaze lowered, arms pressed to her sides, hands clasped behind her back.
“I’m sorry, but there was a misunderstanding,” Dierk told her.
She said nothing. Instead, she remained perfectly still, silent.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. For ten seconds. Thirty. A full minute.
This was agony.
Was she doing this right? Would he understand her message? And if so, would he accept her invitation or reject it?
A heavy silence fell over her. Staring hard at the floor, she didn’t hear Dierk leave the room, but because she couldn’t see him, not even his feet, she couldn’t be sure he was still there either.
Still nothing.
Oh God, tell me I haven’t made an idiot of myself.
The softest stream of air brushed across her shoulder and her nape prickled. Goose bumps erupted over her arms.
Another gust tickled her neck. More goose bumps covered her chest.
She shuddered.
“This way,” he said, his voice husky.
He said yes! Yesyesyes! She just barely managed to swallow down the wha-hooo of glee that shot up her throat.
Keeping her gaze lowered and her arms snug against her sides, she followed Dierk down the hall, through a couple of doors and finally down a familiar corridor. They went to the very last room. He stepped inside first, and she followed, taking her place in the center of the room. She set her kit at her feet.
This was it, the moment she’d been waiting for since the first time she’d seen Dierk. She was so excited, she could hardly keep still.
It wasn’t easy to keep from grinning like a total dork either.
He made her wait a long, long time before he said a word. It was pure torture. Keeping
“I was told to wait here for Rolf.”
He nodded, crossed his arms over his chest. Those were really nice arms.
She wished she could thank him for wearing short sleeves. It was mighty kind of him.
“Hmmm,” he said.
“Is something wrong?”
“No.” He stepped back. “I thought Rolf said he wouldn’t be coming to the club tonight. I must have misunderstood.”
“Oh.” She stared at his lips then checked out the rest of his features. Gorgeous. Perfect. Really fine.
Was there nothing on the man that wasn’t perfectly amazing?
“I’ll give him a call.” He moved toward the door she assumed led to his office. “Be back in a minute.”
“Sure. Thank you.”
Perched on the edge of the seat, she clenched her hands in her lap. Wasn’t this just her luck? She’d been so excited about tonight, and things were falling apart.
She dug into her purse for her cell. If Rolf wasn’t going to make it, was there any rule against her approaching a Dom and asking him if he would train her?
A Dom like…Dierk?
She decided to call Kristy now, so that she’d be prepared when Dierk returned. Just in case.
A subby had to take advantage of an opportunity as it arose. Right?
She scrolled down to Kristy’s name and hit the call button. To her relief, Kristy answered on the second ring.
“Hey, girl,” Kristy said. “What’s up? Didn’t you go to Twilight tonight?”
“I’m here now.” Wynne walked over to the lobby’s corner, farthest from Dierk’s door, and turned to face the wall, hoping nobody would overhear her conversation.
“And you’re on the phone with me?” Kristy’s voice clearly communicated her confusion.
“Yeah, there might be a problem, so I wanted to ask you about protocol.”
“Okay.”
“Specifically, I wanted to know how a submissive approaches a Dom, to ask if he would be willing to have a session with her?”
“Hmmm. Okay. My suggestion would be to present yourself, as you would for Rolf, and wait for the Dom to take the lead. If he doesn’t, then the meaning is clear.”
“Okay. Got it.”
“Good luck, sweetie.”
“Thanks.” No sooner did she end the call than Dierk was back.
Her heart kicked into overdrive, thumping along at a pace that would make a hummingbird’s look sluggish. She took her position, gaze lowered, arms pressed to her sides, hands clasped behind her back.
“I’m sorry, but there was a misunderstanding,” Dierk told her.
She said nothing. Instead, she remained perfectly still, silent.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. For ten seconds. Thirty. A full minute.
This was agony.
Was she doing this right? Would he understand her message? And if so, would he accept her invitation or reject it?
A heavy silence fell over her. Staring hard at the floor, she didn’t hear Dierk leave the room, but because she couldn’t see him, not even his feet, she couldn’t be sure he was still there either.
Still nothing.
Oh God, tell me I haven’t made an idiot of myself.
The softest stream of air brushed across her shoulder and her nape prickled. Goose bumps erupted over her arms.
Another gust tickled her neck. More goose bumps covered her chest.
She shuddered.
“This way,” he said, his voice husky.
He said yes! Yesyesyes! She just barely managed to swallow down the wha-hooo of glee that shot up her throat.
Keeping her gaze lowered and her arms snug against her sides, she followed Dierk down the hall, through a couple of doors and finally down a familiar corridor. They went to the very last room. He stepped inside first, and she followed, taking her place in the center of the room. She set her kit at her feet.
This was it, the moment she’d been waiting for since the first time she’d seen Dierk. She was so excited, she could hardly keep still.
It wasn’t easy to keep from grinning like a total dork either.
He made her wait a long, long time before he said a word. It was pure torture. Keeping
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