Page 69 of Dominate Me

And she still had a lesson to learn.

I pulled back, my thumbs grazing her flushed cheekbones. Her eyes fluttered open at the gentle caress.

Languid. Relaxed...aroused.

I took a moment to drink in her expression knowing it would turn hotter.

Leaning forward, I bit her earlobe before whispering in her ear. “Do you still have the plug I gave you?”

She gasped. “Yes.”

“Good. Then we have a change of plans tonight. We’re not doing dinner.”

She tensed in my grasp but I held her still, rolling my hips into her stomach, pressing my hard cock against her. “I’m going to be at your house at six. I want your door unlocked, and I want you kneeling at your bedside the way I like to see you. Prepare yourself with your plug, because tonight, I’m taking your ass.”

A shiver racked her whole body and a breathy moan escaped her lips.

“Don’t doubt me, Haley,” I said, pulling back. “You’re not Courtney and I’m not Timothy. I will never be anything less than honest with you.”

“Okay.”

She hesitated before nodding and I let her go, forcing my expression to go dominant.

“Now go. And I’ll see you later.”

Haley

“So fucking good, Haley. So tight.” He continued to thrust slowly into my ass. What was a sting of pain changed into a delectable satisfaction.

My hands were cuffed to my ankles on the bed, my cheek pressed into the pillow. With one hand on my hip, one on my shoulder, Jensen’s body surrounded mine. Every shift of his hips made his chest brush against my back, the tickling sensation of his chest hair igniting sparks down my spine. Fingertips dug into my skin.

His hard, strong length moved in and out of me. What I’d always needed, never thought I could ask for. He was giving it to me perfectly.

Oh my God. This was bliss. It was pain and pleasure mixed together until it grew to combustible pressure—like he was splitting me in two. Jensen was so good at doing that part, he’d have no problems putting me back together when he was done.

My fingers curled into fists and I moaned. “Hurry,” I whimpered, unable to shift.

I had already come twice, he’d seen to me before, stretching and preparing me, making me as relaxed as possible.

I wasn’t relaxed now. I was strung tight, coiled, and ready to snap. Wetness dripped down my thighs, my clit pulsed with the need for friction. He was withholding it until he was good and ready.

His lips stayed by my ear, whispering encouragement and praise. “Feels so good, so hot, so tight...pretty girl...more...close.”

His whispered grunts made me shiver, made me pull on my bindings. I so badly wanted to touch him.

“Get there,” he groaned again, his pace becoming more frantic.

“Touch me, sir.” I gasped. I was unable to move, unable to shift and take what I needed. “Please, please...”

I begged. I pleaded. I whimpered until his hand left my hip.

“This was what you wanted?” His fingertips brushed against my swollen pussy.

“Yes,” I cried, pulling on my bindings.

I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe. Everything inside me tightened and pulled until my vision clouded.

“Jensen!” I shouted, as his hips hit harder against my ass, his balls slapping my cunt.

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