Page 6 of Dominate Me

Chapter Three

Haley

For not the first time since we’d been speaking, Master Dylan flashed a smirk toward the mirror on the far side of the wall. Since he didn’t seem vain and wanting to know how his hair looked, it unnerved me.

“Is there something I’ve done?” I asked, pulling my hand from beneath his and back into my lap.

“Pardon?” He gave me a half-grinning, half-confused look.

“The mirror. You keep looking at it.”

Master Dylan leaned back in the booth and picked up his glass of vodka. The ice cubes in the near-empty glass rattled as he watched me.

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” he said, his voice lowering to almost a purr.

And darn it...that affected me. Everything about this place did. As we spoke, as he asked me questions about my limits and what I was interested in, what I thought about most, my desire had only continued to increase. So much so, that every time I shifted my hips on the leather seat beneath me, the wetness inside my panties increased.

Several people had coupled off while we spoke and left the main room, heading for the stairs.

When I’d asked if he could give me the tour, he’d told me to wait.

Considering that was why I had come, his response disquieted me.

“In fact,” Master Dylan said, his head tilting toward that mirror. “That’s my office. Someone’s been watching us, someone I believe is perfect for you. I’ve been waiting for him to make his move, and it seems that my touching you has finally caused him to do just that.”

My head jerked back. “What?”

He leaned forward, his voice quiet but stern. “I have spoken with someone about you. The best Dom I know. He’s not currently training anyone, and he’s the perfect one to do so for you.”

“I thought I got to choose.” Confusion mixed with holy-hell-yes-let’s-get-to-this swirled inside my mind.

“And you can. You can choose to not have him train you, if you wish. But I’ve been doing this for a long time, Haley. It would behoove you to trust me.”

His words covered me like a warm blanket. Like someone had finally understood what I needed and knew how to provide it. It was comforting and provided confidence to move forward.

Trust and open communication were two of the biggest necessities in this lifestyle. He was being honest, and I couldn’t think of a reason not to trust his decision. After all, he’d know more about a man being a good Dom than I would.

As difficult as it was, I looked directly into his eyes. “Okay. I’ll meet him.”

His black eyes shined like polished onyx and he smiled approvingly. “Good girl.”

My shoulders shuddered. I couldn’t stop the response before it fell from me.

I would have been embarrassed but I wasn’t given time, because just as I opened my mouth to speak, a shadow fell over our table, and a man with the sexiest, most confident voice I’d ever heard said, “Master Dylan, I believe you wanted to introduce me to this lovely woman.”

The shudder returned, and I was able to fight it back marginally.

I didn’t take my eyes off Master Dylan’s victorious expression as his smile grew cocky. “Get lost on the way here?”

A rough growl came from the man at the edge of the table. “It’s been a while, forgot the way.”

Master Dylan winked at him before turning to me. I hadn’t yet had the guts to see the man he’d apparently hand-picked for me.

“Haley—”

He was cut off by the man at my side. “My name’s Jensen. You can call me Sir.”

Forcing myself to continue breathing, I turned toward the man whose voice sounded a mixture of sensual anger and irritation along with a heavy dose of lust. I shifted in the booth and dragged my eyes up his holy-incredible-defined body. Dark blue jeans, perfectly fitted at the thighs and thick at the crotch, a heavy leather black belt around a trim waist and then the dips and curves of a black shirt that covered his abdomen and the curves of his chest. I caught sight of well-shaved stubble, pink lips that had two perfect points on the top, and a slightly crooked Romanian nose.

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