How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 13: Waiting For Tonight

Wear that? Tonight? To a dinner with his family? Who probably knew he was a Dom in his spare time, but she didn't want them staring at her boobs. If he wanted her to make a good impression, wearing that dress was not the way to do it. However, she knew it wouldn't be wise for her to debate with him about it. After all, her ass was still bruised and aching from that spanking.

She offered him a soft smile. "Thank you, sir. I love it. I'll wear it." He handed it to her and she took it. It was pure silk and she had a feeling it would feel wonderful against her skin. She held it to her chest, keeping the smile on her face.

He cupped her jaw in his hand, stepping closer and meeting her gaze. "You'll wear it happily."

Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in, her eyes falling shut of their own accord. "Happily," she murmured, just before his lips met hers in a passionate kiss. Her arms slipped around his waist, her heart taking flight all over again.

Gently pulling back, he brushed a few loose strands of hair out of her face, tucking them behind her ear. "I got you some shoes too."

Her eyes lit up with a grin. "Ooh! You did?"

Eric gave her a long and lingering look as he turned away from her, stepping towards the couch and reaching back into the bag. Amy bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet as he pulled out a beige shoe box. Suddenly, those questions on the forms about her dress and shoe size made more sense. He smirked and removed the lid from the box, revealing a glittery pair of black sandals with two and a half inch heels.

She clapped her hands happily, beaming from ear to ear. "Oh, my god! I love them! They're so pretty." She threw her arms around him in a big hug. "Thank you so much, sir!"

"Whoa, down kitten!" Eric exclaimed with a light laugh, attempting to hug her right back. "I'm so glad you like them." He turned his head, kissing her cheek then pulling away, handing her the box. "Now go get ready, beautiful."

"Yes, sir." She pulled him down for a quick kiss on the lips, turned, then ran past him toward the stairs.

"And Amy?"

She slid to a halt half-way there and turned back around. He was standing beside the couch, feet shoulder length apart, both hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks. The very image of him, in that stance, had her inner walls clenching and growing wet with arousal. "Yes, sir?"

"No bra, no panties."

Those four words had her core throbbing and clenching a second time, her jaw dropping in astonishment. "N–No bra or panties, sir?"

"Did I stutter?"

Asshole.

She swallowed hard, stiffly shaking her head. "No, you didn't, sir." She nodded firmly. "I got it." And with that, she climbed the stairs to the guest bedroom. She walked in, throwing her things on the bed and plopping down on it. Falling back against the mattress, she stared up at the ceiling. First the revealing dress, and now she was forbidden from wearing panties in public? What next? Damn he was strict.

A beat passed then she pushed herself up to her feet. She pulled her shirt up over her head then shoved down her pants. Grabbing the dress, she stepped into the skirt, pulling it up her body and sliding her arms into the shoulders. She reached behind her to zip it up, but was having a little trouble doing so with her short arms. Exhaling sharply, she decided she would let it go for now and sat back down on the bed, slipping into her shoes. Once she fastened the straps, she stood up and walked over to the mirror. There was no doubt in her mind that she looked sexy and provocative, dressed to kill. She would definitely draw attention in this outfit, but that was probably Eric's intention. He clearly wanted her noticed.