Chapter Two
At exactly one minute to five, she called Dominic. She didn’t want to appear too eager, did she? Standing in her apartment, dressed in a pair of jeans and black shirt, she stared at her reflection. She didn’t look too bad, if he was into thick thighs, tiny waist, and large tits.
“It’ll be fine. You’re stressing, and way overthinking this. Everything is going to be okay.”
She hadn’t told anyone about her encounter with Dom, not even Ella. Was she making a big mistake?
Avery didn’t know what to think, but then at exactly five-thirty, her apartment doorbell rang, letting her know someone was there.
“It’s too late now. Too late.” Tucking hair behind her ears, she made her way toward the door.
There he stood, dressed in leather pants and a white shirt. Dominic Wright.
“Hey.”
“Hello, Avery.”
His voice made her shiver, and not in a bad way. No, it was all in a very good way. Her nipples tightened, and her pussy went slick. Licking her lips, she smiled.
“Are you ready to leave?”
“Yes.”
He entered her apartment and grabbed her bag. “I take it everything here is what I asked you to pack.”
“Everything.” During her phone call he’d told her to get a change of clothes for tomorrow, along with her purse and a few toiletries. It looked like she was staying over, or doing something at least. She was going to do this.
Dominic held out her hand, and she took it. The moment they touched, everything to her felt right. This was supposed to happen. They were both about to take the next step in their relationship. She couldn’t help the thrill of knowing that.
Locking up her apartment, she followed him out the door, down to his waiting car. There were no words as he helped her inside the car. Buckling the seatbelt, she waited for him to climb behind the wheel, marveling at how big he was.
You’re doing this.
Watching the passing scenery, she saw they were leaving the city and heading toward the countryside.
“You don’t live in the city?”
“I do. In a penthouse, but when I play I like to go to my house where no one is around.”
“Should I be afraid?” she asked.
“Not at all.” He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “First, I just want us to get to know each other, and then we’ll get down to business.”
She was safe.
Dominic Wright wouldn’t hurt her, unless she asked him to.
He released her hand, and she locked her fingers together.
The silence wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, the silence gave her peace.
They were driving for a good hour when they pulled up at some very large, very imposing, and scary looking gates. Dominic pressed a button, and his window pulled down. She watched as he typed in a code, and the gates opened.
Once they were through, she counted the seconds, exactly three, and the gates closed.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I’m just a Dom in a club.”