How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 15: Dom Wars

"Well I..." Her voice trailed off, pausing to push a huge lump down in her throat. "I don't know. What if I faint?"

Amused laughs were exchanged around the table. Her face turned even redder, suddenly feeling like an idiot for asking such a ridiculous question.

"If it makes you feel any better, I will stop eating to check on your heart rate every fifteen minutes," Christian suggested with a smug smirk.

Oh sweet baby Jesus. Yep, definitely going to have a heart attack tonight.

Amy gasped, her heart now pounding like a drum, knees quaking, pussy growing wetter. Quickly turning away from the group, she grasped the lapel of Eric's jacket, pressing her forehead to his chest. "Sir...I really need to sit down." That was partially a lie. She didn't need to sit down. She needed to be fucked...fast, hard and deep.

"What?" Eric set his hands on her shoulders then her forearms, holding her at arms length, looking closely at her face and attempting to steady her, concern evident in his voice. "Baby?"

She heard a chair sliding across the floor then Christian's voice.

"Is she alright?"

"No, she's not. What the hell did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" Christian argued. "What did you do? Bring her over here. Sit her down."

"Or maybe it's better if you take her home," Dana suggested with a scowl.

Eric sighed and slipped his arm around Amy's waist, turning and leading her over to one of the empty chairs. "You know what? That's probably a good idea."

"No!" Amy exclaimed, suddenly lifting her chin and shaking her head. "No, sir. I don't want to go home."

Christian set one hand on her back, the other on her left wrist, two fingers pressing against her pulse point as he and Eric eased her into the white padded chair. "They're both right, Amy. You should go home and get some rest."

She bit her lip, suppressing a moan at his touch, his action. She sighed, still shaking her head. "No. No, I want to be here. I told you guys. I'm fine. I just need to sit down."

Yeah, on someone's cock.

Eric plopped down in the chair to her right, exhaling sharply. "You really want to argue with me about this?"

"She's tachycardic," Christian noted, staring down at his watch with a scowl.

Eric's brows stitched inquisitively. "What's her rate?"

"128."

Shit. Okay, deep breaths. Slow it down.

"I'm staying," said Amy, taking Eric's hand and looking at him with pleading eyes. "Please, sir, will you just let me stay?"

It would probably be a safer bet for Amy to have him take her home, give her the relief she craved and fuck the shit out of her, but she knew that leaving the dinner would mean leaving Christian too. She barely knew anything about this hot piece of ass, other than him being a cardiologist and Eric's cousin. If she left now, she might never see him again. Ever. No way in hell was she allowing that to happen. He cared so much about her, way more than Eric, and after the fallout with her past two boyfriends, she needed a sweet, protective and caring man back in her life.

Eric heaved a deep sigh, exchanging a somber look with Christian. "Alright, fine, we can stay." He pointed a finger at her before turning to face the table. "You better not make me regret this."

Amy let out a sigh of relief, glad that he had given in and that Christian's hand was no longer on her. "Thank you, sir. Really, thank you." Facing forward just the same, she saw Christian lower himself to his seat out of the corner of her eye.