Page 50 of Dominate Me

His lip curled at the end and his expression stole my breath.

He’d appeared so comfortable, so ready, so prepared...that small crack in his veneer told me something different.

He was hurt I’d denied his offer to see about a friendship. Or more.

A part of me wanted to climb off the table, throw myself at his feet, and apologize. To tell him I’d take whatever he could give me, even if it meant he broke my heart.

But I couldn’t.

I stayed frozen to the table while Jensen arched a brow at seeing the silent war rage inside of me. With a final nod, as I fidgeted on the table once again, his gaze moved away from me.

“Very well, then, sub.”

Metal rattled from behind me after he walked away. He was gone for a moment, the sound of metal clanking making my pulse race until something cool slid around my ankle. I heard the click of a lock before he rubbed my calf and then moved to the other side.

While he worked, he talked and teased. He gave me soft caresses, a slide against my ass, a finger through the crease of my backside. A touch to the rib. A brush of the hair.

My body was vibrating from myriad sensations.

“This body is mine to use as I see fit while you’re here.” He squatted down again but didn’t look me in the eye. “Don’t forget what I said about dropping the ball.” A black ball attached to leather straps was held in front of me. “Lick your lips and suck on this, if you get the gag nice and wet, it will make it comfortable.” I did what I was told, the best I could. My mouth and my throat were as dry as the desert. My eyes widened as the gag slid into my mouth. The weight of the ball was heavier than I expected as it pushed my tongue down. He tightened the leather straps at the back of my head.

“Look at you,” he said, standing and admiring his handiwork. “Strapped and bound and gagged. The things I could do to you right, now, sub, and you’d love them all.”

A tingle trailed down my spine and made me shiver.

His laugh, his response at my reaction to his words was cold. I was no longer Haley. I was sub.

When I’d hurt him, I’d lost the only small, personal connection to him. My eyes burned with unshed tears, but I fought them back.

This was what I’d asked for, and so far, by the way my body was responding, I wanted all of this.

I waited, muscles pulled tight in my limbs due to my inner tension and the restraints while he walked in a slow circle around me.

When I sensed him behind me, I closed my eyes and all my other senses went on high-alert. I heard the faint rushing of his air conditioner in the vents, the rustling of his feet on carpet. I inhaled the scent of him that surrounded me and curled in waves in the air in front of me. He was so masculine. So sexy.

His scent spicy and warm...expensive.

God, I wanted him. My shoulders tightened as I heard the click of his belt buckle and the whoosh of leather.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. His voice was quiet, reverent, like he was speaking more to himself than me. “And this isn’t for you. This time, this is all for me. I’m going to whip you and fuck you and it’s going to be hard. You’re going to take everything I give you, won’t you, sub?”

I flinched at the word. And since he’d removed my ability to speak, I couldn’t respond other than drop the ball in my hand. But I wouldn’t do that. Despite how different he was treating me than before, I was still on fire for him.

“Oh,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of cold amusement. “And you won’t come.”

I tried to gulp. He must have seen me tense. “That’s right, sub. See...sometimes, you’re solely for my pleasure, for my release. But you know that already, don’t you? How sometimes when we want something, we deny someone else what they want.”

My eyes snapped open and I tried to find him behind me, but with the gag and the bindings I couldn’t move.

“But if you’re good,” he continued, as if he hadn’t seen what that statement did to me. “You’ll be rewarded later.”

My muscles sank at the reminder.

I could hold out. I could do this.

“But if you fail,” he warned me, that tone darkening again. “Then you’ll be punished.”

I barely processed his words before his hand came down, landing hard on my backside. I jumped, my hips digging into the wood, but he didn’t pause. He spanked me with his hand, his palm sending a stinging, beautiful heat along my skin with every slap.

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