Page 8 of Dominate Me

God. There was nothing special about it. Yet there was everything important in the name.

In a sense, he was calling me his.

My knees buckled, not from desire to drop to my knees to serve him, but from the sensations igniting all through my blood.

He caught me before I fell. “Are you okay?” He looked at the table and I remembered Master Dylan was still sitting there. “How much did she drink?”

I looked at Master Dylan over my shoulder. He grinned. “This is still her first glass, you know that.”

“Right,” Jensen clipped.

His hand on my hip was a branding iron. Hot, tight, painfully so.

I was a wreck, and I had only met him. I hadn’t seen a room, but I could probably orgasm at the slightest touch. Or without any touch at all. All the pieces of me that were stretched tight, pulled in different directions or broken, began knitting themselves back together.

I had been right.

I wanted this and needed it, and it only had a small part to do with the enigmatic and powerful man in front of me.

“I would very much like a tour, sir,” I said, quietly, forcing him to pull his glowering stare off Master Dylan and back to me.

“Very well, let’s go then.”

Jensen

From Dylan’s office, a distance away and under muted light, Haley had been gorgeous.

When she first looked up at me, my breath almost came to a standstill. She was so stunningly beautiful in an understated way. Her green eyes, ringed with flecks of gold, were incomparable to the dark and thick lashes that surrounded them.

Those eyes pulled me in, and for a moment, when she smiled hesitantly at me, her lips parted in obvious attraction, I forgot all about my worries.

I forgot why I should have refused to do this.

I wanted her at my knees, at my command, and not in a playroom where I couldn’t explore her freely, but in my bedroom where I could do all the wicked things I so desperately desired.

Her scent was soft and muted, just like the rest of her, but no less alluring. Her porcelain skin made her look like she’d never spent a day in the sun. This was what Dylan had meant by being pure. She looked it, and I couldn’t ignore the thoughts of wondering what she’d look like bearing my markings, marring that skin in a temporary way, and knowing that when she dressed like a bombshell, beneath her clothing she carried me with her.

Hell. I was falling fast. Not for her. For the control I’d once lived by.

It took every ounce of that control to carefully lead her toward the public playrooms and finally realize that if I wanted to train her, I should probably speak to her.

With my hand on her lower back, I guided her up the stairs. Dylan apparently wasn’t messing around tonight because he’d assured me that the scenes she was about to see were certain things she herself had fantasized about.

I didn’t know what they were, I hadn’t cared earlier when the sneaky, manipulative bastard informed me.

Now, I was dying to see them. My cock was so hard it was ready to burst through my zipper.

“You talked to Master Dylan about your limits?” I asked, using his formal name. As a Dom, I didn’t have to address him as such in public but it was a courtesy I always afforded him. He was too good of a friend, even if I still sort of wanted to punch him.

She cleared her throat and looked down at her shoes. They were sexy as hell just like the rest of her. She dressed like she’d been to this club before and looked like she belonged. Her shimmery black dress fit the swells of her full breasts and the sway of her hips perfectly. Her shoes were stiletto heels with only two silver straps at the toes and one strap around her ankle. They showed off the lines of her legs as well as the pop of bright, cherry red toenail polish.

If she was trying for a submissive look tonight, she failed. She looked more temptress, and I was tempted.

“Um, yes, sir. We spoke about what I was looking for, what I wanted...what interested me in this lifestyle.”

“You’ve never had a Dom.” It was a statement, I already knew.

For some reason, I wanted to know why. I was beginning to like the idea of being her first. I had trained others before Courtney and there was something special about being the first Dom to mark a woman’s body, to show her the proper positions. The way they surrendered for you and you knew it was their first time giving someone that...fuck, it made me harder just thinking about it.

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