Page 38 of Dominate Me

Chapter Ten

Haley

The world seemed new. The grass greener, the sky bluer, the clouds whiter. With spring moving into summer, the flowers were blooming and the birds were chirping.

It could have been because it had been raining for almost an entire week and the sun was finally shining again.

It could have been because while I hadn’t seen Jensen since Monday, he had opened my mind to a whole new world and it felt like wherever I went, I was seeing everything for the first time all over again.

The change inside of me from our weekend together and Monday in his office was unexplainable, even as I’d tried to tell Anya when we spoke the day after and I’d told her about the lawsuit.

It couldn’t be put into words, but when I was bent over the conference room table, knowing anyone could enter, anyone could hear me, and I’d willingly put myself in that position, trusting Jensen to honor my choice and my submission...

Something broke wide open inside me.

Freed me from a constraint I hadn’t realized before. Something that had whispered to me in the quiet, and now that I’d finally let that part of me out to play—literally, everything changed.

And while I hadn’t seen Jensen since Monday, we’d stayed in contact.

We’d played some via the phone with naughty photos and a phone call that was out-of-this-world sexy as hell.

But we’d also just talked. He was taking the time to get to know me outside playtime and while I didn’t carry around delusions that he wanted something more than a play/sexual relationship only, knowing him better opened me up to trusting him further.

The more we spoke, the more we talked about families and our hobbies and our lives and our days. I tried to remind myself of that promise he’d made. He would never be my boyfriend. He wouldn’t date me and sweep me off to dinner after a stressful day of work.

At the end of the day, he was there to please me sexually while I pleased him with my submission.

While our schedules hadn’t worked out to see one another again that would be changing tomorrow.

We had another slow weekend at the Inn, a handful of married couples staying on a weekend getaway from larger cities, wanting to have a secluded break from their lives, I imagined based on where they were coming from.

Maria had assured me she and Grace, our part-time manager, could handle everything for the weekend, giving me a rare weekend of being on-call only.

It was perfect timing. Anya had decided she and I needed a girls’ night out, and Jensen had insisted I see him tomorrow night.

Sunday would give me a day to recover from the weekend before our business began picking up right before May, which brought in Mother’s Day weekend getaways, fisherman for the opening of fishing season, school getting out, and Memorial Day weekend which ushered in our busy summer season.

This was my last chance for a full weekend off for the next fourteen weeks and I intended to enjoy every ounce of it.

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I finished telling Anya about my week, including every detail of the last time I’d seen Jensen at his office, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Her cheeks turned cherry red and no matter how many times she brushed her bangs off her forehead, tucking them behind her ear, one chunk continued to fall over her eyes.

“Okay, I’m sorry, but I have to ask you. Did you really like it?” She spoke quietly, like she was trying to not be overheard. Not that it was possible with the loud background chatter at G’s Bar.

It was our favorite place to hang out and only a few miles from where Anya and Lance lived in Grand Rapids. At one time, it’d been a drug store and now it was a throwback to the eighties with memorabilia of musicians and graffiti spray-painted on the walls. One wall was lined with booths and there was a narrow row of bar top tables between the booths and the bar. The music and voices around us echoed off the black-painted tin ceiling tiles.

Like every Friday night, the place was packed. The risk of anyone hearing us or paying attention to us was minimal.

Plus, I didn’t care.

“Yes.” My answer was irrevocable and certain. “I did.”

She’d asked, doubtful curiosity rimming her eyes. I didn’t hide things from her, though, and in truth, I wanted to tell her about this.

I hadn’t realized until Anya wrapped her arms around me when I met up with her how much I needed this night. How tense I’d been all week until I was in her arms. Despite enjoying myself with Jensen, it was also stressing me out.

I was a planner. I kept schedules and had a laminated cleaning list on my fridge. I had lists of to-do lists and a calendar overflowing with reminders with alerts sent to my email and my phone. Getting involved with Jensen, even in one week, had done a number on my need to control certain aspects of my life. While I loved the submission, being able to loosen the hold on my control, waiting for him to make the first move constantly left me on pins and needles.

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