Page 11 of Dominate Me

“What is it you like about this?” he asked.

I frowned. “I thought that we’d talk about this after, sir.”

“I’m changing the rules. I want to know as you experience it. Turn around, watch, and tell me what, about this scene in particular, has your pulse speeding so rapidly.”

I turned back to Miranda and the cross.

Jensen’s body pressed against my back and scrambled my senses while I tried to focus on what was in front of me. But beneath his jeans, his erection pressed against my backside and I gasped from the surprise of it. “Oh.”

“Talk,” he commanded.

“The clamps,” I answered quickly. “I’ve always wanted that, the tugging pain, the sting. I want that, and the flogger. I’ve thought about all of this, all the time. But it’s more beautiful, more like a dance or a beautiful melody the way they move together.”

“Miranda and Shawn have been married for ten years. He knows exactly what she wants. They’ve had that time to build their own unspoken language.”

“I love it,” I admitted.

“Do you know what he’ll do next?”

I shook my head, unable to speak or guess. The chain suspended between the clamps swayed with every flick of the crop as it stung her skin.

She looked somehow stuck between intense pain and ecstasy, and every time leather landed near her clit, the ecstasy grew closer and closer.

“He’ll continue whipping her with the flogger until she begs him to stop. And once that happens, he’ll release her completely. Then he’ll carry her to the table behind him, cuff her again, and he’ll remove the nipple clamps from her. Do you know what will happen when he does?”

“No.” But damn, I wanted to know. Not just in words, but with the experience of it being me on that cross.

“She’ll explode. Her orgasm will happen without her ever being touched as soon as the nerves regain feeling. He won’t have to look at her or touch her, he’ll just command it and it’ll happen.”

“Oh God.” My knees buckled again. I couldn’t contain it.

His words sent me straight to the precipice of climax and I wasn’t the one cuffed and clamped and being stricken.

“Do you want to watch?”

“No,” I lied, my voice breathy and hoarse.

I wanted to watch that. Embarrassment prevented me from saying yes. If she came apart like that, I might join her, and I wasn’t ready for a room full of people to see it happen.

I needed water. I needed relief.

There was no way a vibrator was going to be enough for the release I so desperately craved tonight.

“Very well,” Jensen said. His voice turned to steel and his words snapped at me like I’d done something wrong. With his hand on my hip, he spun me and gentled nudged me toward the door.

Outside, the brighter light made me blink several times all while I trailed behind his long and quick strides before he reached the second room.

God. If I was close to coming already, I didn’t know what I’d find in there.

He pushed open the door and stood to the side, waiting for me to enter. When I passed him, he flicked on the lights just as the door clicked closed behind me.

This wasn’t a public room at all, but a private one.

And we were completely alone.

My eyes bugged out and I spun around. “What are we doing here?”

Jensen

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