Page 29 of Dominate Me

I had no idea she’d make me want to lodge my cock in her throat as if I’d never have another woman suck me off again.

This was only our first session together and already I was envisioning the next handful of times we’d be together, perhaps longer than that.

Clenching my teeth, I set the empty glass of wine down and dragged my fingers through my hair, expelling a forceful breath.

I stared at the ceiling and tried not to think of Courtney. Tried not think of how obedient she’d been at first, too. For two years, I’d played with her, enjoyed my time with her, and hell, she’d been the first sub I’d ever had that made me think that this could be something I did outside the bedroom, that I could live it all the time and that our relationship could move past Dom and sub to something...more.

Those memories though, were always followed by the ending.

With her slit wrists soaking in her tub. With water turned to the color of light red wine as it dripped from her wrists and the inside of her thighs where she’d also cut herself. Hell, she’d even slashed at her own throat in her desperation to ease her own pain.

And I hadn’t caught it.

I hadn’t ever noticed that as our play increased, as we delved deeper together into the world of Domination, I was breaking her apart at the same time. I had missed the signs that Courtney wasn’t submitting because she desired to, or because it was her, but she was doing it because there were demons inside her she was trying to get out of her.

And I had only pushed her further into her pain and into her mind.

I had taken everything from her including what little peace she’d had as I whipped and flogged her.

I made it worse even as she pretended to enjoy it.

She hadn’t enjoyed the sex. She didn’t enjoy the play. She enjoyed the pain and the punishment, but assumed her only choice was to tolerate the rest in order to seek relief from the pain lodged deep inside her.

Intellectually, I already knew Haley was different.

She wanted this. She came looking for it, and we weren’t done yet.

With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself out of the chair and headed for the stairs.

I had made Haley wait long enough.

At the bottom of the stairway, I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my socks, before removing my suit coat and hanging it on the banister.

When I reached the bedroom, she was kneeling exactly where I told her to be.

And hell.

Perfection.

Her plump breasts arched forward as she held her hands behind her back exactly as I’d instructed. Her knees were spread wide showing her already glistening pussy. Her chest rose and fell in even, relaxed breaths.

And in front of her, was an anal plug.

My dick twitched, hardening again as I stepped toward her, stopping just in front of the plug at her knees.

“You want your ass filled?” I asked, trying to conceal the surprise in my voice. I’d expected the restraints or the blindfold. The gag would be pushing her, but I hadn’t expected the plug to be something she’d want the first time we were together.

“I’ve always wanted to try it, sir, and you didn’t bring what I was most excited about.”

Was that disappointment in her tone?

I could only imagine. Still, I asked, “What were you hoping for?”

“A riding crop, sir.”

Her voice was confident even if quiet and made me think back to the difference with Courtney, even at the beginning. They weren’t the same and I needed to remember that.

“Look at me, Haley.”