Page 27 of Dominate Me

It was a statement, not a question. I answered him anyway. “Only of disappointing you, sir.”

His features softened. Once again, I’d pleased him.

Satisfaction lit me up from the inside out. Perhaps it was my honesty, or maybe my naivety.

It filled me with confidence that not only could I do this...but this was me. I’d known it the moment I decided to attend the first meeting. I’d known it before my decision to attend was ever made.

This was who I was. I’d simply been waiting for the right person to trust.

I had no doubt Jensen Rhodes was that man.

“As long as you obey, you will please me. We’ll start slow, as we’ve discussed.”

A moment passed where the only sound in the room was our breathing. His—calm and slow. Mine—quick and panting. I was so turned on, so electrified, excited.

Everything inside me sparked to life.

“Yes, sir,” I finally said.

“Very well.” His tone changed, more commanding.

My gaze dropped to his pants and I licked my lips.

“You want my cock?” he asked, with a tremor of amusement in his voice.

“Yes, sir.”

I did. I wanted to see him. I wanted to touch him.

“You’ve done so well, I think I’ll let you have it. Unzip my pants and wrap your hand around me.”

I moved quickly. My apprehension evaporated into the air and once I had his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, he shifted his hips so I could pull his pants down to his mid thighs.

He was bare beneath his pants, and his cock sprung free, demanding attention.

Without looking up at him, I did what I was told.

My fingers wrapped around his thick, long shaft. It pulsed in my hand and my mouth watered.

It went beyond desire. It went beyond the fact I hadn’t had sex since I left Timothy.

This man...he was so enigmatic. He pulled something from me I’d never felt.

It was headier than anything I’d experienced before.

He was silent, so I didn’t wait for further instruction as my hand explored him. I tugged and pulled, rubbed my thumb across his tip, memorizing the veins along the shaft and the flare at the head. My heart thumped with anticipation.

He was so large. What would it feel like to be filled by him?

My breathing grew ragged and my lips parted at the thought.

His soft groans filtered to my ears, and I looked at him.

His intense, dark eyes were focused on my hand on his dick as I pleased him. “Can I taste you, sir?”

“Yes. Now.” He snapped the words out, his voice short and deep.

He was losing control because of somethingIwas doing to him. That almost sent me over the edge of my own orgasm.

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