Page 22 of Dominate Me

“You understand this?” I asked again.

Disappointment flickered in her eyes and she looked at the table briefly before lifting her head and facing me. “I understand.”

“Good. Then we start tomorrow. I’ll come to your place.”

“What?”

I shrugged. Although the location didn’t matter, I couldn’t remember the last time I went to a sub’s house. “Tomorrow, I’ll email you a list of my favorite activities and tools. Let me know what you’re most interested in, what you’re slightly interested in, what you think you’re not ready for, and I’ll bring whatever’s necessary to begin.”

Her pulse fluttered at the base of her neck.

I had to fist my hands in my lap to keep from reaching out and caressing her soft, porcelain skin that looked so pure and beautiful.

Tomorrow, I’d mark it. I’d tan it and turn it red. Already by the way she responded to the suggestions, I couldn’t wait.

“Why my house?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Because as your Dom, it’s my job to take care of you. You’ve already stated that you’re busy and it makes more sense this way.”

Plus...then I could leave her place, and I wouldn’t have to worry about hurting her feelings when I kicked her out of mine. It seemed kinder, given our beginning.

“Are you ready to play, Haley?” I asked, lowering my voice and taunting her.

Her nod was her answer, one I took and pushed her further. “You will remember, right now, that for the rest of the time we play, your orgasms belong to me. You will want to...but you will not make yourself come unless I’m there, or am the one demanding it.”

Her lips parted, accompanied with a small gasp. One that hit me straight in my dick. “Don’t disobey that order, Haley. If you don’t think I can tell you’re already thinking about taking that edge off before tomorrow, you’re sorely mistaken. Understand?”

She gaped at me, her mouth opening and closing, but no sounds came out. Pride suffused my blood. I’d made the confident woman speechless.

Hell, I wanted her. I wanted her now. But I needed to maintain my control, follow the rules I’d always lived by. I was breaking enough of them already.

Steeling my features, I dipped my chin. “Very good then. You may leave, and I’ll see you tomorrow. Seven o’clock. Be ready.”

She blinked rapidly, licked her lips to wet them. Every minute movement showed her excitement, her nerves, and more than that, her obedience.

After she slid out of the booth, she reached back down for her purse. “See you tomorrow, Jensen.”

Then she was gone.

I picked up my phone and dialed Dylan’s number.

He answered on the second ring, his voice full of amusement as if he’d been expecting my call. “She’s got you twisted in knots already, doesn’t she?”

I bit back a growl. “I hate you for this.”

“She’ll be good for you.”

She would. She’d be an excellent sub. And despite my earlier warning to her, I already knew I was on the precipice of throwing the rest of my rules out the window. “She’s eager,” I responded.

My head was spinning. Never had a woman affected me so early on...not even Courtney.

“And how does she play?”

I closed my eyes and imagined what tomorrow would be like. What implements would she be most interested in using? The flogger, definitely, based on her reaction to the show last weekend. The anticipation of flogging her made my cock go hard.

“Will find out tomorrow,” I answered.

He chuckled through the line. “Have fun,” he said before his tone went deep and serious. “Treat her well, Jensen.”

It was a warning—one that made my spine prickle. “I would never do anything less.”

“You wouldn’t mean to,” he said, and I bit back a growl. “But you have the ability to without realizing it. She’s not a typical new sub and you know it.”

I did. Besides being confident in what she wanted, even through her nerves, something told me Haley wouldn’t be able to keep her heart out of the equation. I had to train her and ensure that part of her stayed out of it. A tricky balance for the most dedicated Dom. For me, it had the potential to be a disaster.

“Point taken,” I told him as the waitress slid the bill onto the table. I hung up on Dylan without giving him time for another well-meaning lecture.

I’d received enough in the last two years.

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