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direction.
    “She’s not a member, Wes. It doesn’t matter what the hell you say. They will not even know there are other areas in this building. Much less be allowed into those said areas. Do YOU understand?”
    “Thank Christ, okay, lets go see what you have lined up for me.” I stand from the bar and head in the direction he gestured to earlier.
    We’re in the elevator headed to the 13 th floor when he speaks again. “I have two blondes and a brunette sub that are looking for Doms. All three of them are like you, somewhat new members of Chained and have the same tainted understanding of the lifestyle that you have.”
    “Damn. Just one brunette?” I ask as the elevator doors slide open.
    Paul stops right outside the door. “Wesley, the color of their hair is not of any importance. You know that. So before you go after a sub just based on her hair color, you need to get your goddamn head on straight. Now.”
    An exhausted sigh slips out at the same time I roll my eyes. “Yes, Paul. I am fully aware of that. I just would have liked a few more brunette subs to choose from, that’s all.”
    He narrows his eyes on mine before opening the door and motioning for me to enter. After I’ve stepped into the small meeting area Paul closes the door leaving me with the three subs.
    All three are nude with their hair pulled back in a bun at the base of their necks. All three are kneeled perfectly, palms facing up resting on their parted thighs. All three faces pointed downward, backs bowed, reminding me of something Michelangelo would sculpt.
    I stalk towards the brunette first.
    What? Don’t look at me like that. I want the damn brunette to fucking work out, okay?
    My hand slips under her chin tilting her face up until her eyes meet mine.
    Damn it. Dark brown.
    Smiling at her I ask, “What’s your name?”
    Quietly she responds, “Heather.”
    I nod and flick my hand for her to stand before verbalizing the command as well. “Heather, stand. Let’s sit over there,” I point to the sofa and low table, “I want to know about you. And you’re going to tell me. Understood?”
    “Yes, sir.” She quickly stands to follow me to the sofa. I motion for her to sit.
    “You may sit. Relax. We’re just going to talk, get to know one another.”
    After we’re both settled on the couch, I begin. “I’m Wesley Jacobs. I’m dominant by nature and have been in and out of the lifestyle for over ten years. However, I plan on finding a sub that is looking for the same things I am from a relationship and sticking around. I’ve tried to pacify my pallet with vanilla and to be quite honest I’m fucking starved. That’s all for now, so tell me a little about you.”
    Her eyes remain on her lap staring at her twisting hands. “Well, I’m twenty-three, I’m taking some courses at the junior college to get my license to be a dental hygienist.”
    My fingertips tilt her chin bringing her eyes up to mine. “When you speak to me, look at me. I can’t see if you’re telling the truth without reading your eyes while you speak. Continue.” I nod urging her to finish.
    Her fidgeting is already grating on my nerves.
    She continues telling me her life story. But I don’t hear a word.
    All I can think about is Stella in that fucking red dress. It hugged her every curve like it was made, tailored just for her beautiful little body. All that long brown hair in big curls hanging down to her waist.
    Fuck. Heather isn’t going to work.
    I look at the other two subs, unmoved from their perfect submissive stance.
    Nope.
    Bloody. Fucking. Hell.
    And then it hits me.
    Paul could bring me a goddamn harem of subs, but if one of them isn’t Stella Jolie Reese, then they won’t do.
    I’ve got to get inside of little Ms. Reese’s head… Find out if this girl has even one submissive bone in her body.
    And God fucking help me if she doesn’t.
    God fucking help her if she does.
     

Chapter 8
    Defying a Dom

     
    Can someone tell me why the HELL