Dominate Me

by Stacey Lynn

  “Press your feet together and drop your knees.” She obeyed immediately. My gaze dropped to her beautiful, wet pussy now spread open and bared for me.

  “You’re such a pretty girl,” I murmured, praising her while fascinated with her pink lips, the sensitive flesh she always kept bare.

  Unable to stop myself from touching her, drawn to her in a way I never knew imaginable, I pinched her clit between my thumb and finger.

  Her body trembled in response.

  “Please...please, sir.”

  Releasing her, I stepped toward the head of the bed and wrapped my hand around my shaft, moving so I could run it over her lips. She opened for me and I thrust the tip of my cock into her mouth, biting back my groan as she licked around my head.

  “Roll over,” I stated and stepped back. “Present me your ass. I plan on reddening it for your trying to take control last night. And after I’m done, I’m going to fuck your ass. Outside or inside this bedroom, Haley, you’re mine, whether I want to fuck you hard or make love to you nice and slow. If I want to worship you, you let me. If I want you to do the work, you do it. You’re confused and pushing because I didn’t set the boundaries, but that’s what they are. You’re mine to do with whatever I want whenever. What you need to trust, is that everything I do will be what’s best for you. Understand?”

  “I do.” Her gaze moved from my eyes down my body to my cock still inches from her. “I do, sir. I understand, I just...I’m so sorry I forgot that. I forgot to trust you.”

  Her chin quivered and tears pooled in her eyes. I bent over her and kissed her cheeks as her first tears slipped slowly down her cheek. “We’ll learn, Haley. I took it too slow, too afraid of breaking you like I’d done to Courtney, but you’re not her. And I realized that last night. I knew it before, too, and I’m sorry for how I acted. But trust that I will always look out for you, I will always give you what you need. But we’ll do it at my pace.”

  “Okay, sir. I understand.”

  I slid my lips over her skin, kissing her everywhere I could reach. Her cheeks, her nose, her lips...I couldn’t remove myself from her. Wanted to let the punishment slide, but just as I’d promised her, she needed this.

  She needed to remember who she belonged to and I should have never doubted her. Should have realized that when Dylan brought her to me, like he had suspected, he knew exactly what he was doing.

  There could be no other woman for me.

  There would never be another woman for me.

  “Now roll over,” I commanded. The sweet moment was gone. My cock was achingly hard and wanted nothing more to slide into her cunt, but there was other fucking to do first.

  As she rolled, I helped her and retied her wrists so her arms weren’t twisted.

  “Lift your ass and spread your knees. I want to see your dripping-wet pussy while I spank you.”

  She shivered and quickly obeyed.

  “You’ll count them. Every spanking you count or I start over, understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I gave her one last kiss on her cheek before I gently pressed her head to her pillow. “You’re beautiful, my pretty girl. So beautiful.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Haley

  The first spanking came as a surprise and I jumped on the bed as the sound echoed in the air.

  “One.”

  Smack. “One what?”

  “One, sir,” I corrected myself and closed my eyes.

  His presence was tangible even though he moved behind me. He was so strong, so serious, so completely gorgeous. The taste of him lingered in my mouth and all I could think of was that I wanted more.

  I wanted more of his teasing. More of his discipline and more of his words. They had the power to drive me over the edge alone.

  How had I doubted this?

  I counted through several more spankings, my hands balling into fists. Every time his palm met my backside, everything inside me ignited. My heart pounded against my ribcage, my pulse thundered in my ears until there was nothing left in my thoughts except for Jensen. His hand. My flesh.

  His discipline and his reward.

  “Eight, sir,” I shouted. Every spanking increased my need. Every spanking spread the heat from my ass to my sex where I throbbed for him. I was so needy.

  So desperate. I shifted, tried to push my ass closer and received a harder smack.

  “Still,” he commanded as I whimpered, “Nine, sir.”

  His hand ran in soothing circles over my flesh. I wanted to see it, see the way he marked me and claimed me.

  By the time he reached fifteen, sweat ran down my spine. My knees were trembling and I had tears running down my cheeks, soaking into the pillow beneath me.

  Yet the euphoria spreading through me was indescribable.

  It was everything I needed, everything I craved.

  Smack.

  “Twenty, sir!” I shouted. “Please, sir, please, I need you...I need you.”

  I sobbed over and over as Jensen rubbed my abused flesh with large circles. He wiped my sweat-soaked hair off my forehead and kissed the exposed skin.

  “So beautiful, Haley. Do you want my cock now? Do you want me fucking your ass?”

  “Yes,” I cried. “Please. Everything. Anything.”

  His hand slid from my backside to the crease where he gently applied pressure. For a moment, I faltered, unsure. He’d always used lube, warmed me up and stretched me but as his fingers pressed against my puckered hole, I let loose a feral sound I wasn’t aware I could make.

  Desperation.

  It clawed at me as he continued pressing, leaned toward the nightstand and dug through it.

  He’d stocked my place with a variety of toys and tools. I breathed a small sigh of relief as cool gel slid along my ass.

  “Suck my cock while I prepare you,” he commanded. I opened immediately, shifting onto my elbows until I reached him. Jensen shoved his dick into my mouth at the same time two of his fingers pressed into me from behind.

  And oh my God, it was beautiful. I was full. I never wanted to let him go. He slowly fucked my face to the same tempo he fucked my ass with his fingers. I took more of him in my mouth until he established a rhythm for me, rocking me slowly back and forth on his cock and his fingers. I was so close.

  Too close.

  I whimpered around him, letting him know, and flashed him wide eyes.

  He laughed in response, coldly, fully collected, and didn’t stop.

  “That’s it, pretty girl, keep those green eyes on me while I fuck you. It’s too bad I don’t have a toy. I could take every one of your holes at the same time and you’d let me. Wouldn’t you?”

  I nodded, or did my best to...but yes...I would. It sounded so good. So perfect.

  His movements became quicker, more jerky and when he inserted a third finger, stretching me further, my groans became animalistic. God. My body lit with fire. The stretch, the burn, the need, it all threatened to combust.

  “You’re so sexy, Haley. So perfect, so desirable. There is never a moment in the day when I’m not thinking about fucking you.”

  He shoved his dick farther into my mouth and I gagged on the intrusion at the back of my throat. With his other hand, he held me in place, whispering encouraging words, helping me relax until I was taking all of him.

  “That’s it, get me good and wet so I can fuck you. Someday, you’ll wear a gag with a dildo so you can imagine I’m doing this while fucking you in other places. Would you like that?”

  I stared up at him with tear-filled eyes, trying to breathe through my nose. I couldn’t answer, but he must have seen excitement shining in my eyes.

  He slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth, removing his fingers from inside me, and leaned forward and pressed h
is lips to my ear.

  “I will collar you, Haley. It will mean exactly what you think it should mean. And you’ll be mine, for everyone to see. Only then will I take you back to that club and play with you in front of everyone watching. We’ll wait until then, and it won’t be long.”

  In a tender gesture so different than how he was behaving, he pressed two fingers beneath my chin and leaned down, kissing me in a way that was so reverent, so beautifully slow and passionate.

  “Love you, Haley,” he whispered as he pulled away. “Never thought I could, never thought I would love anyone. But you’ve completely enraptured me. I am yours. Everything I am is for you. Always.”

  “Jensen.” I called his name, forgetting where we were, that I was trussed and bound for him and that he was now lubing his dick so he could take me. More tears sprang in my eyes as my chin wobbled.

  He kissed away anything I wanted to say and moved behind me, before I could reciprocate. Before I could tell him how I felt for him.

  One hand went to my hip and he slowly pushed himself inside me. The ache that first burned at the intrusion was gone.

  Instead, my body accepted him easily and willingly.

  “So perfect,” he murmured. “Always so perfect. You know it too, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” My body turned liquid and I could no longer hold myself up. I collapsed into my pillow, breathing in the scent of him.

  He moved slowly, but forcefully. Powerfully.

  His hips continued to thrust into me, powering into me from behind as his hand slid to my front. His fingers pressed against my clit and then slid inside of me.

  It was so overwhelming, emotionally and physically, that when he pressed his thumb against my clit, and he pumped into my ass and my pussy, I exploded and shattered.

  Erotic screams were ripped from my throat as my body convulsed beneath him but Jensen didn’t stop until I came once, then twice. It was only then that he seated his dick fully inside me and emptied himself.

  His head fell to my shoulder and our panting breaths filled the air.

  He slowly rolled off me, pulling out of me so as not to hurt me. His hands went to my wrists, untying my bindings.

  “Roll to your back,” he whispered, helping guide me with a hand on my back. “I’m going to get a cloth, don’t move.”

  I couldn’t have moved if he paid me. I was boneless, completely spent, still reveling in his proclamations.

  When he returned, he had cleaned himself and slowly wiped me off before he tossed the cloth to the floor and settled himself between my thighs.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

  I shrugged. Being beautiful didn’t matter to me, it only mattered how he saw me. “I know you think so, that’s the important part.”

  His smile was small and disappeared as his hand slid from my hips, up my stomach to between my breasts and over my shoulder.

  “I want to be inside you, every moment of the day.”

  He was staring at my body, seeming to speak more to himself than me.

  “I can’t get enough.”

  His free hand wrapped around his cock, hard all over again, and he shifted until he could slide into me. He filled me with one slow, long thrust, using his hand on my shoulder to pull me toward him.

  “Holy fuck, Haley.” He closed his eyes and his head dropped.

  My head pushed back into the pillow. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his expression, so euphoric, mimicking what I must have looked like as well.

  “Jensen,” I whispered, suspecting this wasn’t Dom-sub time, but our very own. My legs wrapped around him and I pulled my knees up, letting him sink deeper.

  Since he didn’t correct me, I held on tighter, wrapping my arms around his shoulders while he slid out of me and back in.

  Slowly.

  Reverently.

  Worshipping me like he’d promised.

  And while he moved, I held him.

  I let my eyes say everything I hadn’t yet spoken while his did the same.

  And when we came, joined together, limbs tangled and hearts connected, I whispered words I never thought I would feel again, never thought I could give to someone and trust them to handle them with care.

  But with Jensen, there were no more doubts.

  “I love you,” I whispered. His weight collapsed onto me. “I’m in love with you. I’ve wanted to tell you...but was so afraid it was too fast, too soon, and I think that’s why I freaked last night. I was feeling all of these things, too scared you wouldn’t feel them back.”

  “I feel them, Haley,” he answered, his head pressed against my ear, his words whispered into the side of my throat. “I feel every single one of them, every single time you look at me, every time you touch me.”

  I turned my head and kissed him, showering him with my love and affection.

  Everything that brought Jensen and me to this place, every stressful moment, every beautiful one, had been worth it.

  Because I had found the man who not only gave me everything I needed, he filled me in ways I never knew possible. And even more, he gave me confidence to believe I could give him everything I had, and he would take it, keep it safe, and treasure it always.

  Epilogue

  Five months later

  Haley

  My fingers played at the collar on my throat. A smile stretched my cheeks until they burned. From the small mirror I was looking at in the passenger seat of his car, I barely recognized the happiness glistening in my eyes.

  I hadn’t stopped smiling since Jensen came through the front door earlier, walked directly toward me, and handed me a jeweler’s box.

  “I had this made, just for you,” he’d said, with all the confidence in the world like he tended to do. Fortunately, he was almost always right.

  As soon as I’d opened it, I had to force the tears to stay in my eyes so they didn’t ruin my makeup. When he’d placed it around my throat, kissed me at the back of my neck before he locked it into place, he’d whispered, “Mine.”

  My knees had almost buckled and I was thankful for his strong arms that held me against him to prevent my collapse.

  “You keep touching it,” Jensen said, looking at me from the driver’s seat where he’d just pulled into a parking spot outside Luminous. “Scared it’ll disappear?”

  I reached for him. “Wishing I would have had more time to look at it. It’s just...so beautiful.”

  “Not as much as you.” His eyes spoke his truth, something I had long since stopped doubting.

  Five months ago, the day after Jensen told me he loved me for the first time, was the day I stopped doubting him. When we had to go to the police station and file a formal report against Timothy, he stood by my side as my lawyer and my lover, and listened while I explained the entire story all over again.

  Never once did I feel fear. As soon as I’d seen the safety had never been flicked off on the gun, all my fear had evaporated anyway. Weeks later Timothy was charged for his crimes and while his trial hadn’t yet started, Timothy was a small annoyance in my past, one I no longer thought about. I’d be called to testify, but I wouldn’t give him, or that night, any headspace until I was forced to.

  Since then, Jensen and I had moved forward in our relationship.

  Every day, he proved the words he’d whispered to me that morning were true. I was his, to do with what he wanted, but he was also mine, and he took that role seriously. He was my lover, my protector, my friend—my partner in everything.

  And last week when a construction crew broke ground on a new house we were building together, just off the resort property, it was then he’d stood on a dirt-filled space with Lake Michigan and a hole that would soon become our basement in the background, got down on one knee—not caring that his suit pants got di
rty—and asked me to be his wife.

  But tonight...tonight was even more beautiful.

  Because he’d given me the very last thing I could have ever dreamed of having.

  Collared.

  To everyone inside and outside the lifestyle, I was now permanently and officially marked and claimed as his.

  “Are you ready?” Jensen asked, as my fingers pressed against the stamped metal collar for possibly the billionth time in two hours. “Tonight is yours, whatever you want, my pretty girl.”

  I inhaled a deep breath and nodded.

  We had come to Luminous often, but only to watch and to mingle with Dylan and Gabby, mostly. We had gone further than the first room I’d seen before which I had quickly learned was the tamest playroom at the club.

  The other rooms held furniture and implements and devices for the kinkiest of sorts.

  Those rooms had also become my favorite ones. Not because of what they were doing in there...but because there was no shame in what they were doing or what they enjoyed.

  The first time I entered that room, a weight lifted, a weight I hadn’t even known I carried. But it was what I had feared or what had kept me from pursuing this lifestyle further when I was younger—the fear of what people would think of me.

  But that night, as I watched people being fucked with dildos of enormous sizes, a man being fisted by his partner and other acts that made my eyes pop open, the certainty of being where I belonged settled firmly inside me.

  And Jensen had been at my side and at my back for all of it.

  Tonight, though, was different.

  It was my birthday.

  And for the first time, Jensen was going to allow us to play in public. Not only were we going to play, but he had allowed me carte blanche, the decision of where and how it would happen.

  As the lump in my throat grew, and my nerves skittered down my spine, I still couldn’t wait.

  I wanted it all.

  “I’m ready.”

  His gaze roamed my face, seeking out any lies or trepidation. I waited silently until he finished his inspection, picking up only full honesty. He returned a nod before climbing out of the car.