“Remember to breathe.”
Callie had to repeat Wes’s suggestion a few times as he parked his Hennessey in a lot outside an old warehouse building. Her hands were shaking as she climbed out of the car and glanced around. It was eight o’clock and the lack of buildings around this isolated warehouse was a little eerie in the dark.
“Ready?” Wes held out a hand and she took it, grateful to have him to hold on to.
He looked good in his black wool suit. His clothes and his demeanor screamed that he was a powerful dom. She wore only jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of soft leather cuffs with a fur lining. When she’d asked earlier that evening what to wear, he’d told her to dress comfortably because she’d change at the club and he’d taken care of her outfit, which he’d put in the submissive locker room
