The Boss's Pet:Their Submissive Switch(9)

Then Nick released her to introduce Sondra.

To her surprise, the blonde hugged Sondra as well, making her feel bad  that she'd gotten jealous. "I'm Krystal and we're so happy you're both  here. We're going to have a great time. I can't wait to get to know you  better. Let's get your luggage up to your room. I'll show you around  after your meeting with Omar."

Sondra's stomach flipped again, envisioning herself naked, kneeling  before a sheik. She wanted to know more but Krystal turned to the  servants who headed up the stairs with the bags. The foyer echoed her  three inch heels as their hostess walked with them to the stairway.  "There's iced lemon water in your room. Once you're unpacked, come on  back down and we'll get better acquainted."

Would that be before or after she met Omar? Sondra smiled at Krystal and followed the servants to their room.







Once the servants left their luggage, Sondra looked around the room done  in pastel peach in different shades on the wall, curtains and bedding.  The luxury within their huge open suite surprised Sondra. Money  certainly wasn't an issue where the decorating was concerned. Marble  tiled floors kept the room cool. She ran her hand over the satin spread  on the gauze-canopied bed then headed into a bathroom and dressing room  as big as their own at home. Thick towels hung on the warmer-rack near  the walk-in shower and more were neatly folded on a shelf.

Nick called to her from balcony. "Sondra, come see this view."

Her heels echoed against the tile on her way out to the balcony that  overlooked a large pool and patio from their second story room. She  stood next to Nick and wrapped her fingers around the wrought iron  railing. The gorgeous, well manicured estate could have been in a  popular home magazine. Again, the distant hills and canyons drew  Sondra's attention and she couldn't help but imagine herself tied and  alone out there in the dark. Their host wouldn't actually do that, would  he? Biting her lower lip, she shook her head to be rid of the fearful  thoughts.

Nick put his arm around her shoulders and his warm fingers caressed her arm. "Relax. We're here for fun and a good time."

"I know. It'll be nice to see a few familiar faces later. It‘s beautiful  here...the house, the pool area, the yards and gardens. I'm not sure  what Omar and Krystal do, but this type of home doesn't come cheap."  Nick's cologne drifted on the warm breeze and she breathed it in,  immediately wanting to make love with him on that huge canopy bed.

Turning to gaze into those sexy blue eyes of his that always comforted  her, she met Nick's gaze and for a moment they both just stared at each  other. Sondra saw the lust in his eyes and took a deep breath, glad that  he wanted her. His lips touched hers for a tender kiss, his tongue  slowly moved past her lips to taste her and she leaned into him as his  fingers laced into her hair.

She reached up to caress his face and jaw, the slight stubble scratching  her hand; she couldn't resist sucking his lower lip a moment longer.  "Welcome to Palm Springs, Master. We could go test that beautiful bed in  there."

Nick turned to look behind him. "We could...Krystal didn't skimp on the room decor...or on the flowers for my woman."

Sondra smelled the scent of roses and turned to take a better look at  them. On the balcony was a table and chairs to relax in when they chose  to but the bouquet of red roses couldn't be ignored...nor the card with  her name on it.

She looked sideways at Nick, smiled and shook her head as she pulled out  the envelope from between the flowers. Holding the card open so Nick  could read it with her, Sondra's throat tightened at what she saw there.



Someone will come for you at 4:00

To escort you to our meeting.

I think you have something that belongs to me

...and I will remove them when I arrive.



Master Omar



Nick checked his watch. "It's 3:30 so you have half an hour. Remember  all you've learned. You've done well. Keep in mind that you don't look  him in the eye unless instructed. I know he runs these interviews on  protocol so listen and follow his instructions. You'll do fine. He's not  going to have you whipped...so relax, pet." Nick kissed her nose.  "He'll be as taken with you as I am and if and when he does tell you to  look at him, those emerald eyes of yours will take his breath away! Hide  them from him as long as you can; they're like a weapon against a Dom  who's not had you yet."         

     



 

"Nick, I don't know if I can do this. The last party was hard for me."

He placed a knuckle beneath her chin, forcing her to look at him. "And  you did just fine. I would bet a few of those Doms will be hoping to see  you here so they can taste you again."

Sondra could only envision several leather clad men fighting to get at  her and she took a deep breath. This is what she'd wanted...to  experience the lifestyle and now she was here.

Backing out wasn't an option.

She held her head high, knowing she needed to concentrate on the  pleasure she'd be giving these men as she obeyed each of their commands.  They couldn't be successful Doms without a willing submissive.

She could do this!

"I'd better freshen up. There'll be a knock on the door soon." She  stepped inside and headed to her luggage to get her makeup bag.

"Your ass looks great in that skirt. Omar will enjoy touching you." Nick  laughed. "Pet, do not dry yourself before your escort arrives. Your new  Host is looking forward to smelling that soaked thong."

Sondra's fingers shook as she applied fresh mascara and cover stick. She  wondered what kind of man Omar was as she imagined him to be a mean,  intimidating Dom at 6'5" with wider shoulders than she'd ever seen. The  anticipation frightened her but made her wet and she wasn't even at the  meeting yet. Her inner muscles clenched and the wet thong had worked its  way deeper between her cheeks.

Nick wouldn't be going with her but she wished he could, if just for comfort in knowing he was there.

A knock sounded at the door and her stomach lurched into her throat.

Nick leaned against the bathroom door with a nasty smile on his face.  "You'll harden his cock as soon as he sees your ass in that skirt."







Nick opened the door as Sondra stood at his side, butterflies swirling  in her stomach like she'd never had before. Interviewing with Nick for  his company position hadn't bothered her this much but this interview  would have a stranger demanding her wet thong and removing it himself.  Her heart couldn't race any faster.

The man standing in the hall wore tight leather pants, gloves, riveted  leather straps across his upper body, and a leather masked over his  eyes. His dark moustache trailed down to frame his chin. Sondra could  only stare. How could Nick allow her to be led away by this monster?

"Master Omar requires your presence. Follow me, please....NOW."

Nick kissed her. "I'll see you shortly. You'll be fine."

The man started down the hall and Sondra followed him, her mind going in  too many directions. With not knowing what was going to happen or what  was expected of her, her heart raced faster with each step she took. She  was led toward a back hall where he pushed a button for an elevator.  Without looking at her, he motioned her in then stepped in front of her,  pushed a button for the basement and waited.

The elevator opened with a whoosh of cool air. Sondra's mouth nearly  dropped open as she followed this man into what she could only describe  as a true dungeon. A long dark hallway loomed before her. Lanterns  hanging on the wall lit their way. She almost expected bats to swoop  down on them. Her heels echoed on the tiled floor as they passed several  doors then he opened the huge oak door at the far end.

The man motioned for her to follow him into the cold dark room with more  tiles on the floor. When he flipped a light switch, a small lamp in the  far corner came on, illuminating the room enough for her to make out  items. Floggers hung over the mantle of the fireplace, hooks had been  placed in the wall in several places and overhead chains were pulled to  the side and secured.

Standing along the wall on the opposite side was a padded spanking bench  with wrist restraints half way down both sides. Although the dim light  hindered her view, she could see well enough to see those.

"Please have a seat there." The man pointed to what appeared to be an  antique cushioned dining chair with arms, facing the fireplace and the  back of the chair facing the door. "When Master Omar comes in the door,  you will immediately stand right here near the fireplace and keep your  back to the door. Do not turn around unless he instructs you to do so."

Sondra didn't look at the man but kept her eyes down and instantly he  left. Alone in the room, she made her way to the chair, sat down and  looked around at the items used to secure submissives. How many had been  here before her? Chewing her lip, she could only wonder how long she'd  be kept here.

Several minutes had gone by and the longer she waited, the more her mind  played nasty tricks on her. Would she be stripped naked in front of  other Doms by this man? Would he make her get on her knees so he could  test her abilities?