“Always down for burrata. And maybe the sourdough loaf?”
“Perfect.” Without a backward glance, I hurry through the patio, then the restaurant itself, until I can slip into the bathroom and lock the door behind me.
Heart beating rapidly, I open the texting app and read the latest message from Dominus, who I’ve named MMM—my masked man—in my phone.
MMM: Are you ready to be a good girl for me?
A shiver skitters up my spine. Licking my lips, I type a quick reply.
Me: Yes
MMM: …
MMM: Yes, what?
I curse beneath my breath.
Me: Yes, Sir.
MMM: Good girl. Are you wearing panties?
Me: Yes, Sir.
MMM: I want them around your ankles.
My pulse speeds as my gaze flicks around the small space. I’m in a single person bathroom. No one will see this. No one will know.
What I wasn’t able to explain to Mo before Brynn returned to the table was that we discussed over text earlier that Dominus would like to engage in the same power dynamicsoutsideof the club, so even when I’m not at The Rabbit Hole with him, he is still in charge.
I’m guessing this little request might have something to do with that, though it’s still a bit jarring.
I am just a newbie, after all.
But I committed.Eagerly.
So what am I waiting for?
I blow out a breath. “To hell with it.”
Without allowing myself the chance to talk myself out of this, I set the phone down on the vanity countertop and work my skirt up around my hips, then wiggle my underwear down my hips until they fall the rest of the way on their own, pooling around my heeled sandals.
Me: Done, Sir.
MMM: Do you feel comfortable sending me photographic proof?
I suck in a breath. No. Not even a little bit.
Me: No, Sir. I do not send nudes.
MMM: Apologies, pet, I’d like to see the panties themselves, wrapped around your ankles.
“Oh,” I say, considering the question.Hmm.
I mean, what’s the harm in that, right? There’s nothing about them that will tell anyone whose they are. Just a plain, black thong, simple black sandals, and unpainted toes. Boring and nondescript.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as I send another text, surprising even myself.
Me: One moment, please.
