Page 43 of Dominated

And when it was time to discuss his return, I’d ask everything I’d planned to say during my drive over here.

But that was before my pussy was yearning for his attention.

Before the wetness was slick against the inside of my thighs.

Prior to getting started, I needed some things from him. “Bale …” I breathed.

His brows rose.

His lips parted.

“I want you to promise me two things.”

His stare moved to my mouth. “I’m listening.”

I gradually lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my lace bra. Once it was unclasped, I held both articles of clothing for several seconds before tossing them to the floor. “First, I need you to promise that you’re going to give us everything we both need.”

He hissed, “Fuuuck,” through his teeth before gnawing on his bottom lip.

“And second, I need you to promise that I won’t ever forget tonight.” I kicked off my jeans and shoes and crawled onto the table. “I’ve thought of nothing but you for the last three weeks. No one has measured up. Even touching myself hasn’t been the same.”

As he stood at the head of the table, he glided his thumb down the center of my breasts, my nipples hardening to stiff peaks. “I don’t like the fact that anyone has touched you after me.”

“It wasn’t like that, Bale—”

“I know. I don’t care. I still don’t like it.”

My head shook as I stared up at him. “I didn’t think you were ever coming back.”

“I still don’t fucking like it.”

Nothing I said would change his mind.

He knew the rules that I had with Jacob and Luke. There wasn’t penetration. There weren’t even orgasms shared between us.

It still didn’t matter to him.

“But what I do like is that when you were in this room with him, you were thinking of me.” His lips hovered inches above mine. “That it was my face you saw when you closed your eyes. That you were wishing it were my hands on your body. My breath. My choice of toys.”

“Yes.” I gasped from his touch. “All of that is true.”

When his hand returned from the lower half of my body, he swiped a finger across my mouth as though something were on it. “Was I the last person to touch you here?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t kiss them?”

“Never!” I got my hands into position near the top of the table and spread my legs so my feet were near the spot that he’d bind me to. “There’s no intimacy whatsoever between me and Jacob or Luke.”

“Why didn’t you move on then? Look for someone in the club who could replace the pleasure I had given you?”

“I probably should have.”

“Yes, you should have.” He paused once my wrists were secure. “Were you waiting for me?” He traced his hand down the back of my arm, the ticklish sensation making me want to squirm. “Waiting for my tongue? My dick?” He leaned into my ear. “Unknowingly?”

I exhaled, seeing his arm move as he touched me.

Watching him enjoy the embrace.

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