Page 94 of Dominate Me

Haley handled the entire situation with grace and strength that I had never thought possible.

She didn’t once tremble or show fear as the first responders ordered her to lower her own weapon. With a practiced ease and finesse, she emptied the clip from the gun, held both up before setting them down on the deck and moved inside her house, away from her weapon.

Then while Timothy was hauled away, I stood as close as I could get to her while she answered the police officers’ questions.

“If that’s all you have for her,” I said, sliding a card out of my wallet and holding it out for the police officers. I had already declared myself her lawyer when the cops started asking her questions, but she’d insisted on sharing what happened. “We’ll come by the station in a few hours to make a full report and decide about pressing formal charges for assault then.”

Timothy locked in the backseat of a police cruiser was the only thing that kept him safe as she’d reiterated what I had seen when I first showed up. He had held her at gunpoint and tried to force himself on her, all in some drunken, misguided loser way to get money out of her.

“Very well, Mr. Rhodes,” the officer said. He looked fresh out of the Academy and excited about what had gone down tonight. Perhaps he was jittery from too many cups of coffee working the night shift. I imagined that work couldn’t have been easy, but he needed to tone down the hopefulness in his voice.

“Good night,” I said, narrowing my eyes and deepening my voice. I wanted him gone.

I needed to get Haley to bed. Make sure she was all right.

Then we needed sleep.

And after, there would be a very long session where I spoke, she obeyed, and then I’d fuck her brains out so there was never again any confusion as to what was happening between us.

Haley stood in the doorway as we watched the police officers climb into their cruisers and pull out of her driveway with Timothy handcuffed and shoved into the back of one of them.

“Bed,” I said, before she had the door closed. “You need to sleep.”

She turned to me, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, and yet there was no fear.

That had long since disappeared.

“You came over.”

I moved toward her and reached for her hand, pulling her inside. “I did. We’ll talk after you sleep.”

“But—”

I slid my hand to her cheek, cupping her face in my palm, and pressed until she looked me in the eye. “Haley. We’ll talk once you’ve slept.”

Her lips parted as if to argue but then she pulled them together. I tugged her closer and pressed my lips to her forehead, whispering, “Good girl,” against her soft and warm skin.

She was always so beautiful. So perfect for me.

Yet I had neglected the one thing she’d needed most, out of fear.

Tomorrow—or later this morning since the sun was now rising—once we’d slept, that would end.

* * *

I sat in a chair I’d brought to her bedroom from the dining room while Haley still slept. The cool wood was uncomfortable, and I’d been sitting in it for hours already, but every second was worth it when Haley shifted in her sleep.

She moved again, trying to stretch, and her eyes fluttered open.

Tugging on her arms, she twisted her head and her eyes widened.

“What the—”

“Be careful,” I warned from my spot in the corner like a fucking creeper. “Pulling too tight on the bindings could hurt you.”

She was tied to her headboard with scarves I’d found from her closet. It hadn’t been easy tying her up and then waiting for this moment, but when she looked at me and awareness overtook her surprise, it was worth every moment.

“Jensen.” She breathed my name and the soft, muted sound went straight to my dick.

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