Page 2 of Dominate Me

“Got someone I want you to meet. Need you to come to the club tonight.”

“You know I won’t.”

For two years, Dylan had been pushing me to get back into the scene.

“You know I can’t.” I couldn’t. I wouldn’t, even if my sex life, while abundant, had been less than fulfilling. Didn’t mean I was ever going to risk losing control again. My muscles tightened until they burned. “I can’t even believe you’d ask me this.”

“You know I wouldn’t ask this of you if I didn’t think it was important.” He was a Master. He had mentored and trained me. When he spoke in his authoritative voice, I listened. “I’ve got someone new coming in. She’s made for you.”

I’d thought that once about Courtney. I had never been more wrong in my life. “Dylan—”

“New to the life,” he continued as if he couldn’t sense my growing rage. “Curious, beautiful as hell, Jensen. She needs someone and she wants someone, badly. Hell, if I wasn’t thrilled with Gabby, I’d take her in hand. She needs a strong one, a controlled one. I wouldn’t trust anyone but you with her.”

Damn him. He knew all the right things to say. My palm burned at the thought of marking someone again. It’d been too damn long. “You know I’m out.”

“And you need to get over Courtney. What happened wasn’t your fault, and you’d know it if you let go of it. She was messed up, Jensen. None of us had any idea and couldn’t have known.”

Blah-fucking-blah. We’d been over this. My response was always the same and since he’d heard it before, I didn’t bother sharing it again.

As her Dom, it was my job to know. And I’d been too busy, too distracted, to notice the signs. Or hell, I had noticed them. I’d just been so enthralled with Courtney’s beauty, her willingness to please me, I’d brushed them off. That was where I failed. I wouldn’t do it again. “Not happening. Anything else you need? I need to get to work.”

He cursed before his voice turned even more serious, but compassionate. “I need you to at least consider this, Jensen. You know I wouldn’t force you to draw back in to Luminous unless I knew, deep down in the fucking deepest part of my gut that this woman is for you. I’ve seen her, I’ve met her, I’ve vetted her personally, and I’m only telling you this so you know how serious I am. She’s clean as the fallen snow, Jensen, swear on my life. Fuck, I swear on Gabby’s life. That’s how much this would mean to me for you to promise me you’ll think about it. This woman doesn’t have shit in her past that would hold her back from you. She’s new but she’s knowledgeable and she’s coming tonight for a tour. She wants to meet a Master or a Dom, and I’ve told her that’s her call, but I know right now the only man who can tame her and handle her is you. Don’t make me turn her away.”

Tame her.Handle her.Control her.All the things the innermost parts of me craved. As much as I shouldn’t, as much as Icouldn’t, everything Dylan said lit up parts of me I’d forced into dormancy two years ago.

He was handing back to me the biggest part of who I was. The part that when I fell asleep next to a beautiful woman, after making her come several times before finally allowing myself release, I still left her bed unfulfilled. Regardless of how good the sex was, how receptive the woman was, it still wasn’t enough for me.

I needed to nip this shit in the bud. “I need to get to work.”

But damn...my cock was already hard at the thought of a woman like Dylan described.

“Think about it,” Dylan commanded. “And be here tonight at ten. I’ll tell Joe to expect you.” He hung up.

I tossed my cell on my desk, buried my face into the palms of my hands, and groaned. Screw Dylan for making me think of Courtney and the two years I had her. She was not only beautiful, but expressive and receptive. I’d thought she’d been the perfect sub to train. And God, I had gotten off on her body and her pussy and the taste of her along with the way my marks looked on her backside and her thighs.

How everything went so horrifically wrong, I still didn’t understand, even though I’d replayed the last six months of our arrangement over and over again.

I had too many unanswered questions. Too many concerns.

Yet, despite my better judgment, I hit the intercom button and told my assistant Clarice to cancel my dinner appointment and move it to the following evening.

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