Page 1 of Dominate Me

Chapter One

Haley

“I have to do this, Anya,” I said, whispering into the phone. The door to my office was closed, but none of my employees at the resort I’d recently taken over needed to know I was visiting a sex club in a matter of hours. “I’ve met Master Dylan and he’s been very forthcoming, answering my endless questions. Tonight, he’s going to give me a tour, explain what goes on at the club.” The mere thought of what I might see made my inner thighs tremble. God, I wanted this. I had wanted to explore this part of me for so long. “I’m only observing tonight, sweetie. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“You’ll call me when you get home?” Perched on a stool in her kitchen and studying lesson plans, I knew Anya was twirling her bright red hair and frowning.

“It will probably be late.” Anya’s husband, Lance, tended to get up for work before the sun rose and they went to bed early. I hated the thought of waking either of them.

“I don’t care, Haley. This is new, and I want to support you but I can’t lie and say I’m not worried. Send me a text or call, just so I know you got home okay.”

Damn I loved her. We’d been friends since we were on the tennis team in high school, thirteen years ago. Through college and my horrific marriage, we’d always been there for one another.

“I’ll call you, honey, I promise.”

She sighed.

“Do you want details on what I see, too?”

She laughed nervously. “Uh, no. This is your thing and I don’t get it, but you know I love you.”

And that was exactly why I loved her, too. “You know I feel the same. I’ll call, I promise.”

“Good. Be safe.”

I hung up and stared at painting of the original Portsmouth Inn, one large turn of the century mansion my great-grandparents renovated into a B&B. Over the years, my grandparents—and then my parents when they took over—renovated the original house as well as expanded the property.

Now, Portsmouth Inn was one of the most luxurious resorts on the East coast of Lake Michigan. It wasn’t the largest, but my family had spent three generations making a name for ourselves in Denton, Michigan. I loved my small town and I loved the quaint owner’s home I grew up in on the same grounds as the resort. I had never wanted anything more than to take over my family’s legacy.

Then I’d met Timothy my senior year of high school and I was swept away with his grandiose dreams and sexy swagger. I fell in love with a boy who I learned, shortly after we were married right after college graduation, was all dreamer. Timothy always envisioned incredible things happening, but after he lost job after job, the in-between times of unemployment stretching longer and longer, I accepted that’s all he’d ever be.

A dreamer. Not a doer.

I stayed for five years, trying to force my marriage to work until I finally had enough.

I had dreams of my own, and none of them involved being the sole supporter of a man-child who’d rather sit around playing PlayStation all day, imagining all the world travels he wanted to do someday.

I groaned and picked up a stack of invoices that needed to be paid and pushed thoughts of my failed marriage out of my mind. The invoices could wait, I decided, tossing them aside to verify the check-ins for the upcoming weekend. If there were a mistake here, I’d be hounded with phone calls all evening.

I’d been working long hours and the work was never ending, but tonight was just as important and I couldn’t be disturbed.

I was taking a step into investigating and exploring a lifestyle I had always been curious about. But shortly after Timothy and I were married, I knew I couldn’t trust him with that part of me so I pushed it down.

After my divorce a year ago, I threw myself into research and meeting people through KinkLife, an online social network for people interested in the kink community. I wanted someone I could submit to. I wanted someone who would take control, however they wanted to do it. I imagined submission outside the bedroom as well.

Two weeks ago, I’d finally located a Master in Grand Rapids, and learned his club was accepting new members.

Tonight, I’d see all the fantasies that I’d read about and imagined since I was a teenager. I would determine if the lifestyle was really for me, or just a way to fantasize while pleasuring myself. My thighs trembled again and my skin flushed.

Yeah, I wanted it.

I couldn’t freaking wait.

Jensen

Despite hiring more attorneys at my firm, I sat behind a mountain of files, my workload growing larger every day. It was the price paid when you operated one of the most successful law firms in three counties. I couldn’t complain, but I still wished there were more hours in the day to get through all of it. I was flipping through reports I’d received that morning from my private investigator when my phone rang, displaying Dylan on the caller ID.

I never ignored Dylan. “What’s up, old man?” I grinned. It pissed him off that I gave him shit about going gray when he was only five years older than me.

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