Page 57 of Dominate Me

Chapter Fourteen

Haley

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

Jensen leaned back, rested his hand in his lap, but tension coiled in his shoulders.

The clarity of a Dom-sub relationship appealed to me.

I would be me. I would submit. I decided when those would happen. He was suggesting I throw away those boundaries.

“This is a big change,” I admitted, dragging my eyes to his. His hard jaw and his blue eyes had gone glacial. “What attracted me to the lifestyle, at least in part, were the dividing lines. I don’t have to worry about anything, and the person I entrust myself with carries that burden. My last relationship.” I paused and dragged a hand through my hair.

The scent of the massage oil he used on me earlier wafted into the air and I remembered everything he’d done to me. Everything he’d said and every emotion he pulled from me. “I guess, I’m not sure I trust myself in a normal relationship.”

His ice-cold eyes warmed and one side of his lips curled up.

“Haley?”

“What?”

“I want you to take off your shorts and climb onto my lap.”

My head snapped back. “What?”

His knees widened in his chair, one eyebrow arched and he looked at me...waiting expectantly. “Are you going to disobey?”

I cleared my throat even as the thrill slid through me. He hadn’t changed anything except the tone of his voice and my body was responding.

Pushing to my feet, I did exactly as he’d asked. My thumbs hitched inside the waistband of his boxers he’d given me to wear and I pushed them down, the cotton warm against my hips and thighs before they fell to the floor.

“Shirt?” I asked, fiddling with the hem.

“Leave it on and get over here.”

His impatience obvious in the clench of his fists, the tight line of his jaw, I threw one leg over his and straddled him. His hands went to my hips. He rocked me against him once and then twice before lifting one of his hands and pushing my hair out of my face.

“Do I appear to be the kind of man who would ever not take care of you?”

I shook my head. His dominant side was too much a part of him.

“Do I look like the kind of man who would ever shirk on his responsibilities?”

His career track record gave me that answer without ever having to meet him. “No.”

One brow rose and his fingertips dug into my scalp. “No?”

Oh. Right. “No, sir.”

“Very good, pretty girl. See? This is easy...you know exactly what I want, when I want it, Haley. Lines don’t have to be cemented in concrete for them to be clear.”

I thought about that for a moment before nodding. He had turned this into a training session in the blink of an eye and a change in his tone. It was obvious what he wanted now as he held on to me, pressing my core against his erection and yet holding me in a way that prevented my movement.

My clit pulsed at the thought, as he shifted me, rubbed me along his length, and I couldn’t do anything except let him take me.

My breath quickened. I gasped as he pulled me against him, my chest against his, my nipples, already hard, rubbing against the fabric of his shirt and creating a delicious friction.

I arched into him but he held me still with his firm grasp, pulling on the back of my head so I was forced to lift my chin.

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