Leah was frustrated with her lackluster sex life, impatient to wait for her FWB, and embarked on an adventure with a Dom whom she had met virtually. * Prologue * Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 *
Due to the long absence in continuing this story between Chapter 3 and 4, here is the last part of 3:
…When Leah arrived at the door marked 6, she felt her phone buzz. Looking at her screen, she read the next set of instructions:
‘Enter the hallway and turn left. Walk to the end of the hall and stop in front of the last door on the left side. Push it open, step inside, put your bag on the table next to the door, and walk into the center of room. Wait there until I arrive.’
The moment of truth, Leah thought nervously as she re-read her text. I can either follow these instructions, or turn around and forget the whole thing. I still have choice.
Standing silently in the hotel hallway, Leah began to fret. What if her family found out? What about Alex?
She stood completely still and stared down the narrow corridor. From her position, she could see a table pushed against a wall with a pretty flower arrangement in an ugly vase, indicating the end of the hallway. Leah stared at the flowers and slowly scanned the area until she could make out the indentation where the door in question was located. The door that would change her life if she decided to pass through it tonight.
Still standing in the hallway, Leah decided the time to take action was now. She felt secure in the knowledge that this experience tonight would be the beginning of a new chapter in her life, one she felt relatively adequately prepared for.
Slowly, she walked down the center of the carpeted hallway, focusing on the pretty flowers in the ugly vase on the table at the end of the hall. When she arrived, she stopped and turned to her left. As her instructions in her phone had indicated, there was a door which was not completely closed. Leah glanced at her phone again, re-read her instructions, then turned it off and placed it into her bag.
This is it, she thought as she pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The first thing she noticed was that the room did not look like a standard hotel room. It was bigger and emptier than what she expected, with less furniture than usual. But the most intriguing item in the room was a thick, stainless steel pole in the center of the room.
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