13
Regina
My head darted in every direction as we drove away from the bustling city into an industrial area with dim lighting, a less traveled dusty road, and lots of warehouses. My questions lingered, none that I was sure Ansel would answer. I’d learned rather quickly that he did things at his own pace. My questions would get answered, just not as fast as I wanted them to.
When we rolled into the pitch-black alley next to a tall warehouse whose front was a wall of shiny black glass, my gaze landed on Ansel although he couldn’t see me in the dim interior of the car. We drove deep into the alley with only the park lights guiding us.
Ansel turned into a dark nook that I didn’t know was there. The squeal of a door sliding open sounded. We rolled deeper into the darkness. Ansel must have known this place well because he drove into the black with ease.
When he stopped the car and got out, dim lighting started to brighten the space around us. Inside the building now, I made out the outline of a garage door closing us in. I stared into the darkness so hard, I didn’t move until Ansel opened my door and leaned into the car.
He reached past me and unbuckled my seatbelt before his arm grazed my inner thigh where the dress had risen. My breath hitched, but his warm touch left me desiring more. It wasn’t until he lifted the death traps I’d have to walk in that I understood what he’d reached for.
“Turn for me,” he instructed.
He took my ankle in his hand and dragged it towards the open door. My body turned as my mind played catch up.
As one leg hung out of the door, Ansel positioned the other so that my foot rested atop his thigh. His tight muscles flexed under my bare feet as I glanced at him.
He unstrapped the shoe and fastened it around my ankle. I was so captivated by him that I didn’t even think to hand him my other foot. He reached down for it and strapped me into the other heel.
“When we go in, try your best not to stare or make eye contact. It will lead them to think you’re interested and it will also lead them into an ass whipping. You’re untrained, and they are going to pick up on it and think they can turn you.”
“Turn me?”
“Yes. Turn you into their sub. Take you from me. You don’t want to leave me, do you?”
“No…Sir. You know I don’t,” I answered truthfully.
My answer pleased him, making him smile. I felt like a teen in his presence who was finally learning the ways of man and woman. Only, I was learning something of a whole different world.
“Good. It’s okay to look but be discreet about it. If you feel yourself slipping and need something to rein in your curiosity, look at me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, already getting used to the idea of him being my Dom. I hadn’t a clue about what I was walking into, but I was confident that Ansel wasn’t going to let anything happen to me. He’d already talked of whipping people’s asses, so what was there to worry about?
He took my hand to help me out of the car, but I hesitated. I’d come this far to end up dead, killed by the sexy black heels on my feet. I could picture myself stumbling and cracking my head open on the sharp edge of concrete as I bled out, staring at the sexy shoes on my feet.
I stood, and my feet started to wobble as my ankles and feet fought to keep me balanced. Ansel placed a hand around my arm to steady me as his smile widened.
“Oh, hell yes. I’m going to end up fucking someone up over you,” he volunteered in a low tone.
“Why?” I asked as I took my first few shaky steps after he’d placed an arm around my waist.
“Let’s go,” he ordered, “You’ll understand soon enough.”
The smile in his voice was apparent. I was sure I was missing something. I felt like Alice being escorted to Wonderland in this too-sexy dress and life-threatening heels.