Page 26 of Dominate Me

Chapter Eight

Haley

This was happening.

I was finally doing this. As Jensen gave me his command, he pulled away from me. The immediate loss of his touch unbalanced me, sent me drifting on a wild wave, but I forced myself to focus on the task he’d given me.

I leaned across his thigh to set my glass of wine on the table next to him, careful not to slosh the deep red liquor over the edge from my trembling hands.

I fumbled with it before returning to my position in front of him.

Nerves assaulted me but I was drawn to the bulge beneath his pants. Wanted it in my hands more than I could remember wanting anything.

With shaking fingers, I struggled to undo the metal clasp of his belt, sliding the leather through it.

“Good girl.”

A shiver rolled through me. Why did I like that so much? Every time he said that, or called mepretty girl, something awakened inside of me, something I couldn’t explain.

With my hands on his thighs, I waited to see if he would continue to press me forward but I still remembered how I should be kneeling. I kept my back arched, pushing my breasts forward.

The maelstrom of thoughts...my fears...my nerves...silenced when he dragged one finger gently across my hairline and back behind my ear.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I nodded, before I remembered the rules.

“Yes, sir.” A heady pulse strummed at the top of my thighs. Those two words made me want to shift on my knees, quelling an ache that was quickly building.

He touched my chin with his index finger, tilted my head up, and stopped when my gaze met his.

My breath caught.

Blue eyes met mine, searing into me, seeking. He was the epitome of control. Everything inside me burned with wanting that control unleashed on me.

“How are you doing? Nervous?”

The caring nature of the question, the checking to make sure, spurred me on.

When he told me to kneel, I had expected something to happen immediately. The fact he’d taken so much time ensuring my comfort only made me want to please him.

“Yes, sir, but I’m okay.”

One side of his lips twitched before he leaned back. My chin burned from the loss of the touch, like he’d branded me.

I was on fire for him. My aroused scent filled the air between us.

“Tell me what you’re feeling right now.” I blinked as he pressed his wineglass to his lips. He didn’t take a sip and when he arched one brow, I realized I’d been staring too long, not answering the question.

Inhaling a deep breath, I quickly tried to catalog my thoughts, my feelings.

“Haley.” It was a warning.

“Sorry.” I blinked again and corrected myself. “Sorry, sir, it’s just...I’m not sure.”

I licked my quickly drying lips, unsure if I should look away from him or maintain eye contact. Since he didn’t correct me, I tried to focus on his dark eyes and the thick slashes of eyebrows that were knitted together.

“You’re not afraid.”