Page 12 of Dominate Me

Fuck the voyeurism.

She was so aroused, she was drenched with the scent of it. I would lose control if I took her into another room.

We needed to talk and plan our next meeting, and I needed to go home and be alone with my right hand before I forced things to move too quickly tonight.

“I think after that show I have a good idea of what turns you on,” I said with a smug grin.

Her cheeks were stained pink and even though I’d tried to give her a few moments to calm down, her chest still rose and sunk with panted breath.

If I ran a fingertip along her clit, she’d probably shatter into a million pieces.

“Hard limits,” I said, my voice thick with need. I slammed my hands into the front pockets of my jeans so I didn’t reach out and touch her. “What are they?”

Her eyes went wild and her lips parted. The move made my cock jump and force itself against my zipper. Hell, I needed to get home. And quick. Maybe I’d need to make a quick stop in the bathroom and take care of myself like some damn randy teenager before I left.

“Um...”

“Sir,” I clipped. I hadn’t forgotten she stopped calling me that when we were in the playroom. If she was already mine, she’d have earned herself several hard swats with my hand for it.

My jaw clenched. Damn. How could I have pushed this part of me down for two years and now it threatened to explode in a loss of self-control? I inhaled a long breath to calm my fraying nerves. It was that or climb out of my skin.

“Sorry, sir.” She squeezed her eyes closed and took several slow breaths. Gaining her composure and most of her senses, she continued. “No fisting, urine or scat play, electro play, animal play, public humiliation or multiple partners. And, I’m not fond of ropes.”

I made a face. That was new. A lot of subs in the last few years had fallen in love with being tied into intricate patterns. I wondered why she didn’t like it, but didn’t ask. I hadn’t trained in Shibari so it didn’t matter.

“No multiple partners?” I asked. “You’ve never been curious about a threesome?”

“No. I want to submit, I want to give up that control, in the bedroom, and I’m willing out of it depending on the circumstances. I don’t know if I’m interested in twenty-four-seven like a slave, yet. I have my own business and I can’t drop things because someone needs me all the time. I want a relationship, not just play, although I realize that doesn’t have to be us. I’ve wanted this for as long as I could remember and now that I have the chance to explore it, I want that, too.”

Her response shook the floor beneath my feet. She continued to surprise me. Her confidence even through her nerves told me she knew exactly what she wanted.

I took a step forward. Fuck, she was starting to undo me. She wasn’t only beautiful, but clearly intelligent. From the firm set of her shoulders, her unwavering knowledge of what she was looking for, to the way her eyes gleamed with excitement when she spoke, all of it increased my awareness of her.

“You’ve never wondered, though?” I asked, deepening my voice and standing in front of her. She lifted her chin and looked me in the eye. “What it would feel like to have two cocks deep inside you? One taking your ass, the other your pussy, maybe a third fucking your face? You’ve never thought about it what it would be like to be taken by three men simultaneously, while their sole desire was to please you?”

Not that I’d ever let another man touch her. Just thinking about the way Dylan pressed his hands on top of hers earlier made me want to rip him to shreds.

The way her eyes glazed over, though, the way her hands balled into fists and she gasped told me that I could push her further than she’d ever thought she could go...and she’d like it.

“No, sir. I haven’t thought about that.”

“Would you be interested? If your Dom asked you to do it?”

Her lip was sucked between her teeth and popped out before I could do it for her. I grinned approvingly. “Don’t be nervous or embarrassed, it’s just you and me, pretty girl.”

“I would have to think about it. What you describe sounds beautiful, and I know sex is seen as open in this world, but to me, monogamy is still important.”

A woman with values and morals. She’d throw them away for a flogger or a clitoris clamp, perhaps a ball gag, but she drew the line at another male. It was interesting, and not common.

I dipped my chin to her response and stepped back, a seductive grin stretching my lips. “Master Dylan has told me that you’ve researched this for quite a while. Do you know the welcome position? The first position a sub will always be in for her partner?”

“Kneeling.”

“Do it,” I commanded. She hesitated and her lips parted before she looked away. “I’m not asking, Haley.”

“I thought Dylan said there would be no touching tonight.”

“Ah, but I’m not going to touch you.” I let her breathe a sigh of relief before I continued. This wasn’t against the rules, nor was it following exact protocol. But I’d waited long enough. I wanted to see her fall apart. “You’re going to touch yourself, and I’m going to watch.”

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