Page 58 of Dominate Me

“Tell me about your experience with vanilla sex.”

My mind was heady with need. All he had to do was touch me and I was turned on. It took a moment to realize he’d asked me a question. “What, sir?”

He smiled. “Vanilla sex. I assume you’ve had it. Did you like it?”

Had I? I’d gotten off, sure. “Sometimes,” I admitted.

“Did it do it for you?”

“Are you asking if I orgasmed?”

“Yes.” He gave me a look. “That’s what I’m asking.” His mouth twisted in a way that said he’d rather eat nails than ask me that.

“Well, yeah, because it was all I knew, but it wasn’t anything like...” What we had. I didn’t finish the thought.

His ego was big enough but it wasn’t just the thought. I was still uncertain, unsure of where all these rabbit holes were leading and I couldn’t make myself more vulnerable to Jensen.

He had enough of me already.

“Why are you asking?”

He arched his hips, pressed against my swollen and hot sex. He gripped me at my hip, holding me against his hard cock rubbing me through his jeans. His slid his other hand through my hair, fisting it and pulling tight.

He jerked me toward him and I gasped from the sting of pain.

He looked down at me, excitement shining in his eyes. “There’s no bondage right now is there? There are no whips, no floggers and no butt plugs,” his lips pulled to a frown, “much to my disappointment. But this isn’t vanilla, either, is it Haley?”

He relaxed his hold just enough for me to respond. “No, sir.”

“Right, because what you had before wasn’t what you needed. Give me this chance. We’ll figure it out as we go, but I can guarantee you, you’ll learn the rules. We’ll be ourselves...but naughtier versions.”

I grinned. “You make a compelling argument.”

He spanked me, hard but playfully.

“We play, I’m still Sir. I’m Sir whenever I’m your Dom. Understand?”

“How will I know when you’re my Dom or just Jensen?”

An eyebrow quirked up and his voice went wicked, full of intent. “I have no doubt that you’ll figure it out, and think about it this way: there will still be punishments for not obeying.”

I had yet to experience a true punishment from him. If they were anything like what he’d done to me earlier...the denial or forced delay of orgasms, the paddling...well, that suddenly didn’t seem too bad.

He leaned forward, dipping his chin so his mouth was at my ear. He nipped harshly before whispering, “Say you’ll try this with me. I want this. And you.”

“Yes, sir.” His hands restrained me without cuffs or belts or gags, but he still left me breathless, unable to speak as his tongue dove into my mouth and Jensen took what he wanted.

He plundered and stole while I relaxed into his hold, unable to squirm or shift against him.

The kiss only ended when he pulled away and stared directly into my eyes.

“Undo my jeans and slide onto my cock.”

“Condom?” I asked, holding his thick, hot shaft in my hand.

“Fuck.” He dropped his forehead to mine. “I left them in the other room. Hold on to me.”

With heavy regret I let go of his cock and he stood, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. He carried me down a darkened hallway and into his bedroom.

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