Dominate Me

by Stacey Lynn

  Heck with that. Like that was possible.

  “Haley Portsmouth for Mr. Bauer,” I said as politely as possible to the woman behind a large desk in the entryway to Rhodes and Associates. It was on the top floor of the sixth-story building, and didn’t seem as pretentious as other law offices I’d stepped foot inside. Yet, with the rich woodwork and thick carpets and gorgeous artwork, it was several steps in class above the law firm I’d used for my divorce.

  I waited patiently while the beautiful woman with caramel-colored skin and slick, black hair that hung straight down to her waist picked up the phone and with her perfectly manicured, hot-pink nails, dialed a number.

  After she said a few words, she hung up and directed me to the brown leather chairs with a point of her finger. “He’ll be with you in one moment. Please take a seat.”

  “Thank you,” I said, turning to move, but she stopped me.

  “Also, Mr. Rhodes wants to see you in his office immediately following your appointment.”

  She arched a perfectly sculpted black eyebrow and her eyes narrowed.

  “Thank you,” I repeated, barely able to force the clogged words from my dry throat.

  Anticipation buzzed along my veins, and I tightened my grip on the accordion folder I’d brought with me for Mr. Bauer.

  I had just seated myself when a man with a full head of well-styled gray and white hair entered the waiting room. His light blue eyes set directly on me and he held out his hand. “Haley, I’m Ron Bauer. How are you this morning?”

  Pushing myself out of the chair to shake his hand, I startled at the feeling of the plug. Not that I’d forgotten. But as the weight shifted when I stood and slid my palm into Mr. Bauer’s, I had the sudden, overwhelming urge to throttle Jensen.

  He was killing me slowly.

  “Nice to meet you, Mr. Bauer,” I said, trying to ignore tiny sweat beads at the back of my neck. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me so quickly. I know that it’s unusual.”

  “Ron, please. And yes, it is,” he said, dropping my hand and gesturing for me to head down the hallway. “I’ve also known Mr. Rhodes a long time and I’ve learned to trust his instincts.”

  He slid me a look that was nothing less than quizzical.

  I looked toward the glass-walled office at the end of the hall, the man inside, the man who’d been with me last night, watching every step. The gleam in his eyes as he set down his phone and twirled a pen in his fingers was predatory. My already frazzled nerves pulled thin.

  “This is my office,” Ron said, waving me into a room directly across from Jensen.

  Fantastic.

  I stumbled a step but quickly found my footing and slid into a chair in front of Ron’s desk.

  I sat with my back to Jensen, but while Ron and I spoke about the details of my case, the specifics of my divorce and everything I’d already given to Timothy, and the timing of when I purchased the resort along with when our divorce was actually finalized, the weight of Jensen’s stare burned into the back of my head.

  With every moment, I fidgeted more. I crossed and uncrossed my legs. And worse, Ron noticed, more than once.

  He didn’t say anything, but his questioning glance was enough. Several times his gaze shifted to over my shoulder. With a slight twitch of his eyes, it was clear exactly who he was looking at.

  I grew incensed, mixed with embarrassment, topped with a ball of crazy need, and none of it helped me focus.

  In front of me, Ron started sliding the large stack of paperwork I’d brought back into the folder.

  “Does he even have a case?” I asked, twisting my fingers in my lap.

  “I suppose it’s more important to say that his lawyer believes he has a case.”

  I frowned. “That doesn’t sound good.”

  “Rest assured,” Ron said, tapping the thick file on the desk before looking at me. His smile was genuine, a bit soft and a lot kind, but as his gaze flickered over my shoulder again, also walked the edge of condescending. “We’ll take care of this. I have no doubt that I’ll be able to get them to drop this ridiculous settlement. You’ve already proven you gave him more than required when you left, and since you legally filed to separate before you bought the property, I’m fully confident you will not end up owing your ex-husband another dime. Many married couples separate legally without ever divorcing, but the effects of that separation are essentially the same.”

  I closed my eyes and exhaled. I had hoped for this response.

  “How much trouble has Timothy given you since the divorce?” Ron asked, his tone deepening to one my father used to use on me, one full of concern and guidance.

  “None, really.” I shrugged. “Before I moved back home he tried to convince me for another chance, but since I’ve returned to Denton, he’s only called a handful of times. He came into town once to see some old high school friends of ours and stopped by my place to talk, but we only spoke for a few minutes. Honestly, I thought that was the last time I would see him, so it was all that more surprising when this suit was delivered.”

  “I will urge you to be careful. If he was silent for months, and based on the history you’ve shown of him not being able to hold down a job, this behavior concerns me.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “That sometimes, men who become desperate also become stupid. Be careful and aware, I wouldn’t be surprised if he contacts you.”

  Heat hit my whole body, like I’d stepped right up to a raging bonfire. “She’ll be safe, I assure you,” Jensen said, his voice cold as steel.

  Ron’s eyes crinkled at the edges. My spine stiffened, at Jensen’s presence and hearing the possessive tone in his voice. Ron shook his head, amusement making those eyes crinkle even deeper.

  “I think that’s it for today,” he said, looking back at me. “I’ll be in touch as soon as I know more and can look into this further.”

  Jensen’s hand brushed against my shoulder before settling on the back of my chair.

  “If you’re done with her, then,” Jensen said.

  “By all means.” Ron nodded and waved his hand out. “She’s all yours.”

  A heavy lump settled in my stomach. Before I could correct him, Jensen answered. “Yes. She is.”

  Jensen

  Haley’s anger and embarrassment rolled off her in undulating waves as I guided her toward the conference room. I had pushed her further than maybe I should have, yet I needed to test her, too. I needed to know her limits.

  As the door to the conference room clicked shut behind us and she spun around, trying to stab me to death with the daggers she was shooting from her narrowed, fiery green eyes, I figured I’d reached them.

  She crossed her arms over her chest. “I told you no public humiliation.”

  Her chest heaved and dipped and her cheeks flushed. Yeah, she was angry. She was also really turned on.

  I took a step toward her. “Ron’s office isn’t public. My office isn’t public. Public would have been me making you wear a remote-controlled vibrator and bringing you to orgasm in a restaurant while the waiter stood at our table.” Crimson stained her cheeks. I pushed forward, moving closer to her. “Public would be taking you back to the club and strapping you to the St. Andrew’s cross, whipping you while dozens of people got off on watching you.”

  Her throat dipped as she swallowed.

  I grinned, taking the final step to her until the tips of my shoes were at the tips of hers. “Are you ready for relief?”

  Her lips parted on a quick intake of breath. “Here?”

  Her eyes darted around the room. All our offices had windows, but in the conference room, there weren’t any. Just windows that overlooked the city, but no one could see her.

  “I’m really mad you had me wear this to that meeting. It was important, and I coul
dn’t focus.”

  I lacked any feeling of shame for that. Watching her talk to Ron and squirm at the same time knowing I was watching her was hotter than the way she’d sucked me off last night. “But you listened anyway. Did you consider stopping it?”

  “Yes.”

  “And yet you didn’t. Why?” I reached out and tucked her shiny, chocolate hair behind her ear, trailing down the sensitive skin along the column of her porcelain-colored throat.

  “Jensen,” she whispered.

  “Sir. Why didn’t you use the safe word? Or call for a pause?” I asked, mostly to remind her that she could do more than just stop something I wanted.

  “I’m sorry, sir.” She linked and pulled her hazy eyes to mine. The angry fire had receded, replaced with a boiling desire. Fuck...she was gorgeous. “I thought about it...but I wanted to please you.”

  “I like that,” I said, leaning in until my lips were at her ear. “But don’t forget that my greatest pleasure comes from yours, okay?”

  She nodded, her eyes dipping from my gaze to the floor. Tension fell from her. “Yes, sir.”

  “Now, would you like me to take out the plug?”

  She shivered. “Please.”

  “Turn around then and place your hands on the table.”

  Her head jerked up.

  “Here,” I said, before she could ask.

  She might have been scared or nervous, but she also wanted this. She knew this would happen as soon as we spoke this morning. I could only imagine the fantasies and ideas she’d had waiting for this moment. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to do everything I wanted.

  She turned around and placed her hands on the table, spreading her legs apart.

  “This is embarrassing,” she whispered.

  I ran my hand down her spine, soothing her. “It’s just you and me, pretty girl. Although you will need to be quiet. There might not be windows but the walls are thin.”

  Her legs tensed as I dropped my hand over the curve of her ass to the hem of her dress. It was short, but still conservative, and would make this easier than if she’d had on pants.

  I gave her a moment to settle and waited until her arms relaxed before I slid my hands up her thighs and pulled her underwear to her knees.

  “Cheek on the table and look to the side. It’ll open you up and make it easier to remove the plug.”

  She gulped but listened and while she did so, I removed a small packet of lube from my pocket to help. She’d had the plug in for a while and while her pussy was wet and swollen, I refused to risk hurting her.

  “You’ve done so well, Haley,” I said while I ripped open the packet. “A few minutes and I’ll make this good for you, okay.”

  Her lips were swollen and her eyes were on me from the side. Just like last night, her confidence grew from my praise.

  She responded as if the simple praise went straight to her soul. I loved that she needed this.

  I didn’t waste time in opening the lube packet and sliding it over my fingers. I reached for the small base of her plug, and ran my fingers along the rim of her hole.

  Her lips parted and a breathy sigh fell from them as I gently pulled.

  “Do you need more?” I asked, tugging and twisting on it. “Do you want me inside you with this?”

  She gasped but said nothing. I pushed it deep inside her.

  “It was a question, Haley.”

  “Yes, sir,” she gasped. “I need something more.”

  I couldn’t fault her. I wanted to give her more. Too bad I didn’t have time to fuck her like I’d just suggested.

  I dropped to my knees behind her, and pressed my hands against her panties. The satin was too thick to rip, so I pulled them down, gesturing for her to lift her feet so I could remove them. “Spread your legs further apart.”

  As she did, I moved in from behind, on my knees, in a way I generally didn’t place myself, but fuck if the scent of her arousal didn’t call to me.

  One of my hands went back to the plug at her ass, while with my tongue, I got my first, clean taste of her.

  Divine, I thought, as she gasped and shifted her hips.

  “Stay still,” I whispered, tasting her. My fingers rolled against her swollen clit while I fucked her relentlessly with my tongue. I twisted the plug, forcing her to the brink of the pleasure I wanted to give her without giving her time to prepare. She didn’t need it. She was soaking wet before I touched her and it took only moments before my fingers pressed against her clit and she started murmuring her need.

  Over and over she chanted, “Yes, sir. Please...more, sir...yes...oh my God...oh fuck.”

  The sounds she made and the way her thighs shivered signaling her closeness made my cock achingly hard inside my pants.

  “Come, Haley,” I commanded, pressing my lips against her. “Come now.”

  And as her chants grew louder, I pulled the plug from her ass at the same time my lips went around her clit, pulling it into my mouth and biting down on the sensitive flush.

  “Fuck.” She gasped. Every part of her tightened as shivers ran through her, her cunt clamped around the fingers I slid inside right as she came, and I continued stroking her, wringing every wave of her orgasm from her before she went limp and still.

  I cleaned her arousal from her flesh, smiling as the lingering aftershocks of her climax continued every time I touched my tongue to her inner thighs and around the outer walls of her pussy.

  “So beautiful,” I murmured, helping her back into her panties. “You’re such a good girl, Haley.”

  I pulled her panties up, and then helped her stand, waiting until she was steady on her feet.

  It took her too long to look at me. I pressed my thumb to her chin, lifting until she met my concerned gaze. “You okay?”

  She lifted sated, green eyes to mine. “That was...a lot.”

  I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and wrapped the used plug and lube packet inside. I’d take care of it later.

  “That, Haley,” I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers, “was only the beginning.”

  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 hobb
ies 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.

  * * *

  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.