She’d had fourteen days to imagine submitting to this man. Luck was on her side. Word had spread in the sub community she was looking for a particular Dom, and finally, Candy had heard. If she’d called any earlier, Brooke would have chickened out, but with only an hour’s notice to meet at the Dungeon, she’d barely had enough time to shower and pick out something to wear, much less think about what she was about to do. Still, when she stepped into the social room, it took every ounce of courage she had not to bolt. She didn’t even have to look to know he was there. Every fiber of her being knew it. Instead, she’d focused on Candy, a sub she’d met a time or two at a few munches. He stopped at a closed door. She halted a few feet back and waited. “Do you still want to do this?” he asked. “Permission to speak frankly, sir?” “Granted. What’s on your mind?” “I don’t know your name, sir.” “My name is Todd. Is there anything else?” “No, sir. I just wanted—”
