Page 49 of Dominate Me

I followed his command and crawled to where he’d told me, and when I reached the edge of the couch, I pushed myself back to kneeling, resting my ass on my heels like I’d done in the elevator.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Yet there was a warm wetness between my thighs.

“How do you feel?” His warm hand pressed against the top of my head, and slid down my hair.

I looked at the floor while I tried to figure out whether I wanted this or not. A spanking was one thing. Being treated like an animal was another.

When I didn’t respond right away, he tugged on my hair. “Haley?”

“I’m not sure, sir.”

A shadow fell over me before I caught sight of him standing next to me in my peripheral, through the blanket of my hair falling down around the sides of my head.

“Explain.”

Squeezing my eyes closed, I focused on the darkness, the sensations and emotions racketing through me. “The crawling is embarrassing, sir.”

“And yet you reek like you want my dick inside you right now.”

That cold voice. I fought a shiver. Tears dripped onto the carpet and I sniffed more back. “Yes, sir.”

“You can yellow,” he reminded me.

I knew that, but as uncomfortable as the crawling made me, his hand on me soothed me, even through the tears.

I straightened my shoulders and leaned into his soft touch. “I don’t want to use the safe word, sir.”

“Very well,” he said after a moment’s breath. “Do you see the coffee table?”

I looked up, keeping my head down, and nodded. It was a typical, rectangular coffee table that looked more like a storage chest. At first glance, it was a vintage trunk, something I imagined people would use to store their belongings on a trip across the ocean—except for the heavy brass rings attached to the sides in twelve different places.

The brass rings showed it could have an altogether different purpose.

“Yes, sir, I see it.”

“Good.” He reached down, slid his fingertips down my arm. Bumps prickled on my cool skin, trailing in his wake until he tugged on my hand and helped me stand. “Go kneel over it, but you may walk.”

My shoulders sagged with relief. I was uncertain of crawling and he’d changed the scene. “Thank you, sir.”

He dropped my hand and I walked toward the table, bending over it like he’d requested. My knees hit the floor at one end and my hands went to the side until my stomach and chest pressed against the cool wood. I was still getting settled, wiggling into a comfortable position when a small black pillow was set in front of my eyes.

“Lift your head, this will make you more comfortable.”

I obeyed and while I shouldn’t, I gazed at Jensen.

His eyes were on mine, and he frowned, reaching out and wiping his thumb beneath my eye.

“Tears, sub?” he asked, his voice gravelly.

“Overwhelmed, sir.”

“Do you need a moment?”

I tried to shake my head, but I was too restrained and the movement was jerky. “I’m good, sir.”

“You are. You’re being a very good girl. Don’t forget your safe word tonight.” He chuckled softly and held up a small yellow ball. “Although, you might not be able to speak much.” He knelt and placed it in my palm. His squatted position placed his eyes at mine. “I’m going to gag you. Drop the ball and that’s your safe word. And remember,” he said, his dark eyes sparking with heat, “this evening is what you requested. Domination only.”

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