Page 53 of Dominate Me

Chapter Thirteen

Jensen

When I was certain I could walk, or move without falling over, I quickly undid her restraints, rubbing the soreness from her muscles as I worked. She cooled and shuddered beneath me. I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms, but I waited, going through the necessary motions of aftercare first.

Fuck. I hadn’t expected my lesson to go so far.

I’d expected her to balk, not show a submission that even the longest practice subs could barely handle without faltering at least once.

I had needed to push her. Needed to throw her off her control after her warning to me last night. I had seen the pain in her eyes even as she told me I could only be her Dom. I imagined it mirrored the shock in mine. It hadn’t been until she’d spoken the words that I’d realized I truly wanted her in a way different than the strict relationship I’d originally discussed.

It had happened quickly, yet organically, through simple phone calls and laughs and small tests and remembering the way she responded to me.

The heat from her pussy even through the latex of my condom had taken me completely by surprise. She continued to do that.

Surprise me.

Shock me.

She twisted me into knots only to unravel me when I was deep inside her.

She undid me in the best of ways.

I removed the gag and wiped her cheeks and lips with a wet washcloth I’d placed nearby.

“Have some water.” I slid a straw into a bottle and held it to her mouth. “Don’t move yet, though.”

Her green eyes were hazy, as if she was barely coherent.

When she pulled away from the water bottle and licked her lips, I reached to the couch behind me and grabbed a large, fleece blanket, draping it over her back. “Move slowly,” I directed, helping her slide off the spanking bench that I’d had designed to look like living room furniture. Much of my condo held well-disguised BDSM equipment.

For two years I’d looked at it and considered removing it from my home. Every time I looked at the equipment, regret over missing the signs with Courtney had shamed me.

That would change soon. Over the weekend I planned on putting Haley on all of it just to have the image of her face when she came seared into my deepest memories.

And hopefully, they’d replace the regretful memories I had of Courtney.

“There you go,” I whispered in soothing tones as she kneeled. I bent down, wrapped the blanket around her and then pulled her into my arms, cradling her. I moved us to the couch and pulled her against my chest until she was draped over my lap, her forehead pressed against my throat. “I need to keep you warm and give you water. I hadn’t expected you to hit subspace so quickly, so powerfully like that.”

My hand slid through her hair as the adrenaline rocked through her.

Her teeth chattered and I offered her more water.

I bit down the urge to tell her she’d been wrong the night before in the car. We’d get to that.

I’d wait until she believed me.

Instead, I hit the remote next to me and turned on my Bluetooth speakers. Sounds of the ocean burst forth through the speakers and she chuckled softly, her lips pressing against my collarbone.

“How’d you know I’d like the water?” she asked, her voice still hoarse and dry. It would take a while for her voice to come back. I’d left the gag in a long time, pushed her hard.

I pressed against the back of her head, holding her to me.

“It was a good guess, but considering you live on the water, I didn’t think I could go wrong,” I replied, smiling. “Now be quiet and settle. We’ll talk when you’re ready.”

I held her for minutes or hours. I held her until the sun had set and the moon shined bright through my sheer curtains.

I held her until her body had warmed and her shivers dissipated. Only when she grew fidgety in my lap, stretching and wiggling her toes and feet, did I let her go.

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