Page 55 of Dominate Me

“Haley,” I began. A shrill ringing interrupted me. “That’s our dinner, the warning it’s on our way.” I walked toward her and placed my palm against her cheek. “I know what I said, but let’s eat dinner. We’ll talk after, okay?”

Her lips parted and she nodded, but she still tensed up. All that work on the massage was going to be ruined.

“Okay.”

I brushed my lips across her forehead. “Everything will be fine. Relax, pretty girl.”

As I pulled away, I caught the sight of her lips parting...her smile shaky.

Haley

You are more than just my sub.

As hard as I tried while I was coming down from the most intense experience of my life, those words banged around inside my brain, making relaxing difficult.

However, as soon as Jensen had put his warm and oiled hands on me and gave me a massage from my scalp to my toes, my body responded to him like it always did.

Like I had been created to be by him. Made and built to please him.

His care after removing my restraints and ball gag hadn’t surprised me. I had studied aftercare, and even the first night we were together at Luminous, Jensen had asked to touch me and hold me. All of it showed me that he was the kind of man to take caring for his sub seriously.

What surprised me was the tenor in his voice, the way he’d practically growled into my ear, forced me to come when he’d first told me he wouldn’t let me.

The way his hands had gripped me, the furiousness of his thrusts, like he couldn’t imagine climaxing without me being a part of it.

That one, euphoric moment where he sent me spiraling into blissful pleasure rattled the foundation of the rules he’d set forth. It gave me hope...that maybe he did truly want more.

Every part of me wanted to reach for him, even now. I wanted to succumb to the pleasure of his soft but firm touch.

He watched me with kind but calculating eyes as we tucked into the delicious, carb-loaded Italian meal. Every look was clear and concise.

He wanted to strip away the walls I’d tried to reinforce. He was going to have me laid bare before him, and it wasn’t going to be because I was naked. Although certainly that’d be part of it as well.

I shivered at the thought and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you still cold?” His fork full of linguine froze halfway to his mouth.

“No. I was thinking.” I looked him in the eye only to see his dark blues had softened. When I’d arrived earlier, coolness had glinted at the edges, but now that had disappeared. “You said we’d talk.”

“I did.” He took a bite of pasta and chewed slowly.

Drawing out the anticipation? I didn’t dare ask.

“Last night you said you would see me tonight if we only played together.” He wiped the edges of his mouth with a napkin and set it on the table. “What if I were to tell you that’s no longer what I want?”

A mixture of hope and dread swirled inside me, pulling my stomach tight. “What do you mean? What is it you want?”

“Perhaps I was too rash to insist on the division I put in place at first. Perhaps, after the week we’ve spent together, the time we’ve spoken and being with you last night, I’ve decided I want to try for...more.”

The last word lingered on his lips.

My jaw dropped. I had hoped. I had wanted. I had never thought he would suggest this. But even then, the timbre of his words was wrong.

Reluctant, as if being pulled from him. His jaw pulled tight, a muscle popped at one temple.

“Why?”

“Why do I want you?”

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