Page 24 of Dominate Me

“Good evening,” he said, his dark blue eyes void of emotion or appreciation.

It chilled my blood as I stepped back and waved him in. “Good evening, sir,” I said, hoping I was getting this right.

After speaking to him last night, calling him by his given name felt like the natural thing to do. Tonight was not the same kind of night, though, and I had to remember that.

“Good job,” he said, his eyes lighting.

Stepping into my house, he quickly surveyed the place, but just like when he first saw me, I couldn’t read anything in his eyes when his gaze returned to mine and he lifted his hand.

He was holding a black bag. Smaller than a duffel bag, about the size of what I imagined doctors would carry around for house calls when they still did that.

The seriousness of the moment, of what that bag and its contents implied, made fear lodge in my throat.

“Where is your bedroom?” he asked.

I hesitated, but then his eyes finally shined a flicker of excitement. “Relax, Haley. This will go better than you ever imagined.”

God, I hoped so. I desperately wanted tonight to go as well, if not better than, all the fantasies I’d had over the years.

Warmth sparked down my side and I shivered.

His slight lip twitch told me saw it. “Normally when we play, there will be no alcohol involved, but if you need help relaxing, you may have a small glass of wine. I want you calm, but fully aware. I’m going to go set up in your room and we’ll talk in your living room before continuing. If you need that drink, you may get it now.”

“Okay,” I said and immediately received an arched brow. “Sir,” I corrected myself. “My room is up the stairs, end of the hallway at the left.”

I expected Jensen to walk around me and head for the staircase. Instead, he walked toward me, closing the few feet between us and lifting his free hand, pressing it against the side of my neck. “You have nothing to be afraid of. Tonight we experiment, we start slowly, and I will not hurt you. Remember that while you’re submitting to me, you have the power to stop this at any time.”

His reminder, one he clearly knew I desperately needed, helped me exhale a breath. “Right. Thank you, sir.”

“Good job, pretty girl,” he whispered.

He didn’t know me enough to be affectionate, and I remembered his warning from last night. This was for play. Not our hearts. I still couldn’t help the satisfaction that rolled through me at the affirmation.

His hand fell from my quickly heating flesh and before I opened my eyes, I heard his footsteps on the stairs, moving to where I’d directed him. I didn’t turn and watch him go, but went to the kitchen, pulled a bottle of Pinot Noir from my small wine rack, and poured us each half a glass.

Jensen

My control was tied with a thin string, one that could fray and snap at any moment. As I walked through Haley’s small house, I was blown away with how nice it looked, despite its age and lack of updating. But the small home had a quiet coziness to it, one where you knew families gathered and laughed and enjoyed each other. Wallpaper that reminded me of my grandma’s old house lined the stairway and hallways upstairs with small flowers on thin, faded green vines. Downstairs, the house looked much the same with older furniture but the carpeting looked new and the cream color brightened the small spaces.

Haley stood in the kitchen when I returned, staring at two glasses of red wine, and I waited before I announced my presence.

Her shoulders slumped forward and her fingers were curled around the edge of the counter, as if needed to hold herself up. If I touched her, she’d jump in surprise.

She wasn’t anywhere ready to move directly to play. I needed to smooth the way for her, while pushing her. It was a fragile balance and I’d been out of the game long enough that it was easy to forget how nerve-racking these first few meetings could be.

“Haley,” I said quietly, getting her attention. I stepped out of the doorway to the kitchen and gestured toward the living room. “Bring the wine with you and follow me.”

I didn’t watch her response but knew she’d obey.

This what she wanted, after all. I didn’t want to be the one to ruin it for her.

When I sat down in a navy leather wingback chair, I placed my feet apart and kept them flat on the floor. Soon, she’d be kneeling between them, pressing her hands against my cock and my skin for the first time.

The thought alone had blood rushing south of my belt.

Fuck. I wanted this. Almost, if not more, than it seemed she did. This need hadn’t been nearly as strong, with any of the women I’d been with in the last two years. It might have been stepping back into Dom form. It might have been the way I reacted to Haley.

I didn’t care to think about either option.

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