words echoed in her mind while the knots in her stomach tightened as she envisioned how dark it must get out there at night. Did Nick honestly intend to allow someone to tie her up and leave her out there for whoever might find her alone and naked?
Strong fingers lightly squeezed her knee and she turned to glance into his blue eyes, searching for answers.
“Don’t stress about this...things will be fine. You’ll make me proud among the Doms. They can’t help but be taken with how you carry yourself and you’ll stand out among the other submissives.”
“I don’t want to stand out, Sir.”
He curled a finger beneath her chin and pulled her closer for a kiss. The heat of his lips and the scent of his cologne stirred her erotic thoughts, churning her insides as she tried not to seep onto her red silk thong. Nick told her Omar always collected the panties his new subs wore during the plane ride to his palace in the hills...that he required the submissives to present the damp panties to him as soon as he summed them once they were in their rooms and unpacked.
Nick sniffed the air and she closed her eyes with a moan.
“Perhaps I should offer you up for bid? Now there’s an idea. We haven’t bid on a submissive in a long time.”
Her eyes flew open.
Nick’s eyes nearly commanded that she accept what he proposed. She hadn’t missed the sternness in his voice either.
He only looked at her for a moment before speaking. “I’ll take that idea up with Master Omar when we arrive.”
Sondra took in a deep breath, as though the air were being sucked from the plane. The brick terminal loomed outside, making her one step closer to Master Omar. She envisioned him as a stern sheik, commanding everything from a weak submissive and in that instant, her mind screamed that she not appear weak. One can be obedient without being weak; slaves might be weak...she was a submissive. There was a difference!
The hatch door opened. People took their turns exiting their rows.
Sondra scooted over, stood and Nick followed her out. The closer she got to the door, the warmer the air became. The August heat penetrated her clothes immediately when she descended the stairway and stepped onto the tarmac.
Nick laced their fingers as they walked and placed a warm kiss on the back of her hand. “This will be a visit you won’t forget but I want you to thoroughly enjoy the experiences, love.”
“It’s the unknown that scares me. I’ll try not to look at this as punishment.”
Immediate seriousness took over his features. “We could turn it into that if you wish. It wouldn’t take but a few meetings to arrange that.”
“Nick!”
He laughed and wrapped his arm around her to walk into the terminal. Getting their luggage didn’t take long and before she knew it, she sat next to Nick in the back seat of the limo Omar had sent to pick them up.
“Stop chewing your lip, pet. You’re making it out to be worse than it will be.”
She turned to glance at Nick. “It won’t be bad for you because you know this man.”
He leaned close to her ear. “Just consider it an honor to hand him your soaked thong...I know it’s soaked, I can smell it.”
“Oh my gawd!” Sondra tugged the hem of her skirt as she squeezed her knees together.
Nick sniffed in her ear. “The driver can smell you, too. I saw him take a whiff when you climb into the car.”
His comment made her stomach flip to think the driver would make it so obvious. He probably got to smell all the submissives when they arrived. The order that she arrive in a skirt with no pantyhose, wearing only the thong that arrived in the mail last week, added to the mystery of their arrival. Her mind reeled with visions of being stripped naked in front of a total stranger.
The limo left the city and headed up into the hills, passing huge estates surrounded by walls to keep out intruders. Once again the orange tiled roofing drew her attention as she admired the palm trees. She did enjoy