Dear Diary

9 🔥

We walk through a dark hallway. I was worried my movie watching outfit wasn't good enough for this club. However, apparently Axton planned to take me here already and had bought one for me. It was a black corset dress that falls just above my ass, black bra, and black panties as well as a garter belt with stockings. That's it.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Trust me, you'll fit right in. The more you're wearing, the more you'll stand out. Although with a body like yours you'll be standing out no matter what." He smirks at me, and spins me around to examine his work.

"No way am I wearing this."

"You will be. You don't have choice. Unless you'd rather go in with nothing at all?"

"I hate you." He pushes me to the wall of the change room, trapping me between his arms which rest against wall.

"Yes, well that's what makes this so much fun."

I try to knee him, but his hand slams down hard on my thigh.

"Try that again, I dare you."

"I succeeded before."

"And look where that got you." He says smiling.

I scowl at him, lowering my knee back down.

"One more thing. Close your eyes." When I don't do so right away, he grabs my arms pushing me into the wall. "You'll do as I say. Otherwise, I'll strip you of each item one by one until you're walking naked around the club."

I shift from leg to leg my face scrunched, but when he starts pulling at the corset my eyes slam shut. "Fine!!"

I can't see his reaction. He pulls me back away from the wall and pushes me down to my knees so I'm kneeing before him.

"Lift your hair." He instructs from behind me.

Reluctantly I lift it, perhaps out of curiosity. Then I feel leather I casing my throat. My eyes fly open and I drop my hair. "Axton, what the fuck!!" Even as I say it the second I felt it, arousal dripped in my stomach.

He grabs my chin yanking it up until it hurts. I feel the collar digging into my throat at the angle. I'm still furious. What the fuck does he think he's doing?

He leans down, grabbing my scalp from behind and into my ear says "I don't think you quite remember who your talking to. Do you think anyone will hire you in the future when your diary is plastered all over social media?"

My stomach sinks. I can tell he won't be playful tonight. This is full dom Axton now.

He's now wearing black jeans with an unbuttoned black dress shirt. He pulls away from me, and does up a few buttons near the bottom.

"I'm sorry." I say and lower my gaze. I'll kill him one day for this. But I can feel that need inside me wanting to listen, wanting to please him.

I sit there on the floor, trying and failing to keep my eyes off him. Why the hell does he get to wear pants? I look down again, blushing at my undressed state.

"Next time though, you're playing the sub," I say bitchily.

"Right. Next time, if you can over power me and get me over your shoulder, I will."

Well isn't that great motivation to keep working out.

He grabs me by my upper arm, and pulls me up walking me toward the floor to ceiling mirror.

He stands behind me, still gripping my arm. Gently he brushes my hair back from my shoulder. "You look ravishing."

I stare at my self, a blush creeping up my neck. The black studded collar is tight on my neck like a choker. A gold ring sits in the centre of it. I look his. Like he owns me.