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  Stepping into my house, he quickly surveyed the place, but just like when he first saw me, I couldn’t read anything in his eyes when his gaze returned to mine and he lifted his hand.

  He was holding a black bag. Smaller than a duffel bag, about the size of what I imagined doctors would carry around for house calls when they still did that.

  The seriousness of the moment, of what that bag and its contents implied, made fear lodge in my throat.

  “Where is your bedroom?” he asked.

  I hesitated, but then his eyes finally shined a flicker of excitement. “Relax, Haley. This will go better than you ever imagined.”

  God, I hoped so. I desperately wanted tonight to go as well, if not better than, all the fantasies I’d had over the years.

  Warmth sparked down my side and I shivered.

  His slight lip twitch told me saw it. “Normally when we play, there will be no alcohol involved, but if you need help relaxing, you may have a small glass of wine. I want you calm, but fully aware. I’m going to go set up in your room and we’ll talk in your living room before continuing. If you need that drink, you may get it now.”

  “Okay,” I said and immediately received an arched brow. “Sir,” I corrected myself. “My room is up the stairs, end of the hallway at the left.”

  I expected Jensen to walk around me and head for the staircase. Instead, he walked toward me, closing the few feet between us and lifting his free hand, pressing it against the side of my neck. “You have nothing to be afraid of. Tonight we experiment, we start slowly, and I will not hurt you. Remember that while you’re submitting to me, you have the power to stop this at any time.”

  His reminder, one he clearly knew I desperately needed, helped me exhale a breath. “Right. Thank you, sir.”

  “Good job, pretty girl,” he whispered.

  He didn’t know me enough to be affectionate, and I remembered his warning from last night. This was for play. Not our hearts. I still couldn’t help the satisfaction that rolled through me at the affirmation.

  His hand fell from my quickly heating flesh and before I opened my eyes, I heard his footsteps on the stairs, moving to where I’d directed him. I didn’t turn and watch him go, but went to the kitchen, pulled a bottle of Pinot Noir from my small wine rack, and poured us each half a glass.

  Jensen

  My control was tied with a thin string, one that could fray and snap at any moment. As I walked through Haley’s small house, I was blown away with how nice it looked, despite its age and lack of updating. But the small home had a quiet coziness to it, one where you knew families gathered and laughed and enjoyed each other. Wallpaper that reminded me of my grandma’s old house lined the stairway and hallways upstairs with small flowers on thin, faded green vines. Downstairs, the house looked much the same with older furniture but the carpeting looked new and the cream color brightened the small spaces.

  Haley stood in the kitchen when I returned, staring at two glasses of red wine, and I waited before I announced my presence.

  Her shoulders slumped forward and her fingers were curled around the edge of the counter, as if needed to hold herself up. If I touched her, she’d jump in surprise.

  She wasn’t anywhere ready to move directly to play. I needed to smooth the way for her, while pushing her. It was a fragile balance and I’d been out of the game long enough that it was easy to forget how nerve-racking these first few meetings could be.

  “Haley,” I said quietly, getting her attention. I stepped out of the doorway to the kitchen and gestured toward the living room. “Bring the wine with you and follow me.”

  I didn’t watch her response but knew she’d obey.

  This what she wanted, after all. I didn’t want to be the one to ruin it for her.

  When I sat down in a navy leather wingback chair, I placed my feet apart and kept them flat on the floor. Soon, she’d be kneeling between them, pressing her hands against my cock and my skin for the first time.

  The thought alone had blood rushing south of my belt.

  Fuck. I wanted this. Almost, if not more, than it seemed she did. This need hadn’t been nearly as strong, with any of the women I’d been with in the last two years. It might have been stepping back into Dom form. It might have been the way I reacted to Haley.

  I didn’t care to think about either option.

  She appeared in front of me and handed me my wine. “Good girl. You look beautiful, by the way.”

  I hadn’t missed her casual clothes or her makeup-free face when she opened the door. She was stunning with the fancy clothes and made-up face but without it, her natural beauty shined even brighter.

  Flawless.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Do you remember what I told you about the waiting position the other night?”

  She nodded as her green eyes widened. “Um. Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” I gestured to the space between my feet. “Kneel.”

  Her throat jumped as she swallowed and looked down at the carpet.

  Damn...her nerves were a palpable force, rolling off her. “Haley, I gave you a command. Kneel before me and keep your wineglass. When you’re ready, we’ll begin. This is to get you in the right headspace.”

  She’d done enough research to know what that meant.

  Slowly, she sank to the carpet, tucked her feet beneath her and widened her knees, using her free hand to balance herself. When she was done, she was facing me, wineglass clenched in both hands, looking at the blood-red liquid.

  “Drink when you’d like, but slowly and not too much, just enough to calm your nerves.”

  Sitting up, I leaned forward and ran my hand through her deep brown hair. It was smooth as silk and the faint hint of lavender wafted into the air as I pulled my hand though her straight locks. “You’re beautiful and you pleased me today with the choices you made on the email I sent you.”

  It had entailed everything I was willing to do, intentionally omitting things like ropes and fisting she’d already taken off the table. She’d also said she was mostly interested in almost everything including anal sex as well as anal plugs, blindfolds, gags, being restrained. She’d checked off paddles and floggers and whips, but crossed out canes. We’d discuss that later, but for now, it gave me an idea of how to guide her.

  Tonight, I’d brought a small sample of what I could do with her including restraints that would go under her mattress, a small plug to begin stretching her and preparing her for me, as well as a blindfold and gag. There was also a yellow ball for her to hold and drop in case she chose the gag and lost the ability to speak her safe word. I hadn’t brought any instruments to spank her with. I’d move up to those. I wanted to redden her ass, but it would be my hand doing the spanking at first.

  And fuck if I couldn’t wait to get started.

  She took a few sips of her wine. The rise and fall of her chest slowed under my soothing touch. I continued to run my hands through her hair, calming her.

  “Did you give any thought to a safe word?”

  “Yes, sir. I’d like to stick with yellow and red.”

  “Understood.” I let silence permeate the air, allowed her to continue sipping her wine while I joined her. She relaxed further, the tenseness in her shoulders evaporating while she kept her back straight like I’d requested. “You’re doing so well, Haley,” I crooned, giving her praise. As nervous as she’d been when I arrived, that had begun to dissipate as soon as I touched her. The knowledge hardened my cock.

  After a few more minutes, she’d had enough time to get used to my touch.

  “Are you ready to play now?” I asked.

  “Yes, sir.” Her voice was raspy and shot heat below my belt. God, she was going to be perfect for me.

  “Good.” I shifted on the chair and widened my knees. “Set your wine on th
e table next to me, keep your eyes down, and unbuckle my pants.”

  Chapter Eight

  Haley

  This was happening.

  I was finally doing this. As Jensen gave me his command, he pulled away from me. The immediate loss of his touch unbalanced me, sent me drifting on a wild wave, but I forced myself to focus on the task he’d given me.

  I leaned across his thigh to set my glass of wine on the table next to him, careful not to slosh the deep red liquor over the edge from my trembling hands.

  I fumbled with it before returning to my position in front of him.

  Nerves assaulted me but I was drawn to the bulge beneath his pants. Wanted it in my hands more than I could remember wanting anything.

  With shaking fingers, I struggled to undo the metal clasp of his belt, sliding the leather through it.

  “Good girl.”

  A shiver rolled through me. Why did I like that so much? Every time he said that, or called me pretty girl, something awakened inside of me, something I couldn’t explain.

  With my hands on his thighs, I waited to see if he would continue to press me forward but I still remembered how I should be kneeling. I kept my back arched, pushing my breasts forward.

  The maelstrom of thoughts...my fears...my nerves...silenced when he dragged one finger gently across my hairline and back behind my ear.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  I nodded, before I remembered the rules.

  “Yes, sir.” A heady pulse strummed at the top of my thighs. Those two words made me want to shift on my knees, quelling an ache that was quickly building.

  He touched my chin with his index finger, tilted my head up, and stopped when my gaze met his.

  My breath caught.

  Blue eyes met mine, searing into me, seeking. He was the epitome of control. Everything inside me burned with wanting that control unleashed on me.

  “How are you doing? Nervous?”

  The caring nature of the question, the checking to make sure, spurred me on.

  When he told me to kneel, I had expected something to happen immediately. The fact he’d taken so much time ensuring my comfort only made me want to please him.

  “Yes, sir, but I’m okay.”

  One side of his lips twitched before he leaned back. My chin burned from the loss of the touch, like he’d branded me.

  I was on fire for him. My aroused scent filled the air between us.

  “Tell me what you’re feeling right now.” I blinked as he pressed his wineglass to his lips. He didn’t take a sip and when he arched one brow, I realized I’d been staring too long, not answering the question.

  Inhaling a deep breath, I quickly tried to catalog my thoughts, my feelings.

  “Haley.” It was a warning.

  “Sorry.” I blinked again and corrected myself. “Sorry, sir, it’s just...I’m not sure.”

  I licked my quickly drying lips, unsure if I should look away from him or maintain eye contact. Since he didn’t correct me, I tried to focus on his dark eyes and the thick slashes of eyebrows that were knitted together.

  “You’re not afraid.”

  It was a statement, not a question. I answered him anyway. “Only of disappointing you, sir.”

  His features softened. Once again, I’d pleased him.

  Satisfaction lit me up from the inside out. Perhaps it was my honesty, or maybe my naivety.

  It filled me with confidence that not only could I do this...but this was me. I’d known it the moment I decided to attend the first meeting. I’d known it before my decision to attend was ever made.

  This was who I was. I’d simply been waiting for the right person to trust.

  I had no doubt Jensen Rhodes was that man.

  “As long as you obey, you will please me. We’ll start slow, as we’ve discussed.”

  A moment passed where the only sound in the room was our breathing. His—calm and slow. Mine—quick and panting. I was so turned on, so electrified, excited.

  Everything inside me sparked to life.

  “Yes, sir,” I finally said.

  “Very well.” His tone changed, more commanding.

  My gaze dropped to his pants and I licked my lips.

  “You want my cock?” he asked, with a tremor of amusement in his voice.

  “Yes, sir.”

  I did. I wanted to see him. I wanted to touch him.

  “You’ve done so well, I think I’ll let you have it. Unzip my pants and wrap your hand around me.”

  I moved quickly. My apprehension evaporated into the air and once I had his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, he shifted his hips so I could pull his pants down to his mid thighs.

  He was bare beneath his pants, and his cock sprung free, demanding attention.

  Without looking up at him, I did what I was told.

  My fingers wrapped around his thick, long shaft. It pulsed in my hand and my mouth watered.

  It went beyond desire. It went beyond the fact I hadn’t had sex since I left Timothy.

  This man...he was so enigmatic. He pulled something from me I’d never felt.

  It was headier than anything I’d experienced before.

  He was silent, so I didn’t wait for further instruction as my hand explored him. I tugged and pulled, rubbed my thumb across his tip, memorizing the veins along the shaft and the flare at the head. My heart thumped with anticipation.

  He was so large. What would it feel like to be filled by him?

  My breathing grew ragged and my lips parted at the thought.

  His soft groans filtered to my ears, and I looked at him.

  His intense, dark eyes were focused on my hand on his dick as I pleased him. “Can I taste you, sir?”

  “Yes. Now.” He snapped the words out, his voice short and deep.

  He was losing control because of something I was doing to him. That almost sent me over the edge of my own orgasm.

  I parted my lips and pressed a kiss to his head, inhaling the clean scent of him. I didn’t stop. With my hand on his base, I licked up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue around his head and getting my first taste of him.

  Beautiful. Masculine.

  My core pulsed with need, sending heat to my body until my scalp tingled.

  “Good girl, Haley. You’re doing so well. Now suck me, hard.”

  I didn’t hesitate. As Jensen continued praising me and commanding me, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him into my mouth as far as I could go. I kept my hand on his base and jerked him off in earnest, loving the way his hips pushed toward me.

  His hand slid to the back of my neck and his fingers tangled in my hair, knotting it and holding it in a ponytail. His other hand pressed against my cheek.

  “Stay still,” he growled, his voice low and thick. “I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to take it. Understand?”

  I nodded as much as I could and placed my hands on his thighs, surrendering.

  “Good girl,” he crooned.

  And then he took over.

  My eyes watered as his cock moved in and out of my mouth, pressing farther each time until he hit my gag reflex and pulled back.

  “Open your throat.”

  I tried, breathing through my nose, and was rewarded with more praise. “You’re so beautiful, pretty girl, taking my cock just like I want. So proud of you, Haley. You’re doing great.”

  My pleasure increased as I submitted to him, relaxing my muscles and trusting him to take over fully. As I moaned around him, his fingers tightened in my hair. He swelled in my mouth, stretching my lips wide.

  “Swallow my come,” he barked harshly. His hips pistoned faster but he was always careful not to push too far. With a few more pumps of his hips,
he settled himself at the back of my throat and exploded inside me.

  He was so thick and tasted salty and I struggled to swallow while he kept me pressed against him. Tears rolled down my cheeks as he held me still, until he’d finished coming, and I’d taken all of his essence.

  As Jensen pulled out, I finally pulled my eyes to meet his unsure if wanted me to, but swimming in his sated dark eyes was approval.

  His thumbs wiped the tears off my cheeks and he smiled. “Are you ready for more?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Then go to your room. I left a few things on the bed for you. You’ve done so well that tonight, I’m going to let you choose what you’d like to experience first.”

  My chest tightened with anticipation, and I scrambled to my feet.

  “Yes, sir,” I said, remembering myself.

  “I’ll be there in a few minutes and when I get there, I want you kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed, completely naked.”

  Oh God.

  I couldn’t wait.

  And I swore, as I turned and hurried to my room, I heard a gentle rolling of his soft and amused laughter coming from him.

  Jensen

  I gave her time to prepare while I sat in the chair, finishing off my wine and putting myself back together.

  It wasn’t just my pants that needed fixing, but me.

  With all of her confidence and desire to submit, I’d assumed Haley would be beautiful as she sucked me off.

  I had no idea she’d make me want to lodge my cock in her throat as if I’d never have another woman suck me off again.

  This was only our first session together and already I was envisioning the next handful of times we’d be together, perhaps longer than that.

  Clenching my teeth, I set the empty glass of wine down and dragged my fingers through my hair, expelling a forceful breath.

  I stared at the ceiling and tried not to think of Courtney. Tried not think of how obedient she’d been at first, too. For two years, I’d played with her, enjoyed my time with her, and hell, she’d been the first sub I’d ever had that made me think that this could be something I did outside the bedroom, that I could live it all the time and that our relationship could move past Dom and sub to something...more.