Chapter 15
fifteen
Scotlyn.
My arms barely worked by the time he unbuckled the cuffs.
Christian released my wrists carefully, like if he moved too fast I would break.
My body was dead weight because my muscles were useless.
He caught me without hesitation and his hands were soothing—one cradling the back of my head, the other wrapped around my thighs.
I was lifted with little effort and I sank into his chest with my cheek pressed against him. My mind locked onto the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the warmth of his body against me.
I was exhausted and drained emotionally, physically, and damn sure orgasmically.
I was also confused about what the hell I was doing.
I’d begged to suck his dick and wanted it.
There was nothing about that moment that felt off or forced.
I just really wanted to please Christian, desperate to feel the weight of his dick on my tongue, stretching my mouth and pushing down my throat.
He carried me across the room, balancing me with one arm until I heard the shower.
He walked us to the corner and the steam started rising before he even sat down, pulling me into his lap.
The hot spray moved over my body, soothing my muscles, helping them relax.
I barely had the energy to hold my head up, so I dropped it against his shoulder and sighed as my muscles loosened.
After a few minutes I felt the spray move over my thighs and between them, realizing he was using the handheld sprayer with one hand while he massaged my skin with the other.
The scent of something citrusy danced around me, calming me even more.
“I can do this,” I mumbled and he kissed my forehead.
“I know you can but this is my job right now.”
The way he touched me felt intimate and personal but very different from what I just experienced. This was…
Care.
He was so gentle now, and present. Every time his soapy fingers moved over my skin, he planted soft kisses to my forehead, neck, and shoulder.
This man—who had just devoured my pussy, blazed my skin with a flogger, and fucked me hard with his fingers—was treating me like I was precious and delicate.
All of a sudden I got overly emotional and tensed up, not understanding what the hell was wrong with me.
“Relax, Scot. Let your body come down.”
He moved the sprayer down my back, over my hips and my calves, before he positioned it between my legs and gently rubbed me with his fingers.
After he was done, he did the same for himself but still managed to hold me close.
The water glided over both of our bodies, washing away what we had just done.
He dried me with the same care and focus, letting his hands move over my body with a soft towel gently rubbing and drying my skin before he lifted me again and carried me to the bed after, laying me on the soft, black sheets.
He disappeared and returned a few minutes later, climbing in behind me, pulling the comforter over us both.
His arm draped across my waist and my back was pressed to his chest while his lips grazed my temple.
“You okay?” he murmured.
I nodded. “Mmhmm.”
“Anything you want to talk about?”
I smiled. “I can’t even remember my name right now and you want me to talk about what just happened.”
He chuckled. “I want to make sure you’re okay. You said and did things…”
“That I consented to. I’m okay, Christian.”
He kissed the back of my head and tightened his arms around me. “Sleep then.”
“Mmhm.” I hummed and sank deeper into his frame.
My body was aching in the best way. My mind was empty and every other part of me relaxed. Right before I drifted, I realized I was completely screwed because this wasn’t just play. This was everything I never imagined I wanted in my life.
I woke up feeling warm and cozy with soft sheets tangled around my body.
For a second I forgot where I was then my body reminded me.
The ache between my thighs and light soreness in my hips, around my wrists, and my jaw from the way Christian had fucked my face.
His dick was so thick and long that it took a lot of effort to stay with him while he thrust down my throat at that hard, unforgiving pace.
I licked my lips and smiled with my eyes still closed.
All the memories of last night came back to me.
The cross. The bench. His mouth. His fingers. His dick.
When I managed to peel my eyes open, I frowned though because I was in my room, in my bed. Not the play room. The covers were pulled up to my shoulders and I was tucked in and still naked.
I had never in my life done anything like that before.
I damn sure had never begged for permission to suck a dick and doing that with Christian was insanely erotic.
I was a controlled person and my plans had plans but surrendering to Christian didn’t feel like weakness or imbalance.
Unfortunately, the voice in my head that questioned my sensibility wouldn’t shut up.
What the hell are you doing? Why are you so calm about this? Why do you want more?
I sighed and climbed out of bed, heading to the bathroom where I moved through my morning routine. After I felt refreshed and ready to face the man who had my mind so twisted, I dressed in a tank top and spandex shorts, brushed my hair into a ponytail, and followed the smell of food and coffee.
Christian was already in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, coffee in hand with his eyes on his phone until he noticed me.
I groaned because just like yesterday he was only in briefs.
But with a body like his, I understood why he didn’t mind putting it on display.
He definitely spent a lot of time in his gym.
Those deep brown eyes tracked me as I entered the kitchen ,staring intently, like he was piecing me together inch by inch.
I walked right past him, grabbed a mug from the cabinet, and poured my coffee like he wasn’t watching me like a hawk.
I sat at the island and inhaled the rich aroma of my coffee before I took my first sip then finally looked up. Of course Christian was still staring.
I rolled my eyes again. “Stop looking at me like that.”
He smiled sexily. “Like what?”
“Like I’m broken and you’re the one who broke me. I’m fine.”
His smile deepened and his head angled to the side. “Are you sure?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Would you care?”
His gaze darkened. “Yes, Scot, I care.”
He set his mug down. “It’s important to me that you’re okay with all this.”
I studied Christian, trying to read him to see if he was telling the truth, and everything in me relaxed.
He really did care. This wasn’t just about a body for him to use for his pleasure. He wanted me to be okay with the decisions I made.
“I’m more than okay. You can relax.”
He didn’t respond right away. Just kept his eyes locked on mine like he was cataloging my tone, my face, my body. When he was satisfied, he nodded. I returned the favor and studied him but my eyes moved further south.
“If you really want me to be okay, you could wear clothes to breakfast. That would help.”
His smile was cocky. “Or you could not wear clothes and balance the energy in the room.”
I shot him a hard stare and he laughed under his breath. “I’ll think about it.”
The way he kept looking at me was too intense and had my body tingling with memories of last night, so I refocused and glanced at my phone to read the text that came through.
Niama: Hey! Do you have plans today?
I picked up my phone and started typing.
Me: Not really. Just getting settled. Why?
Niama: Want to grab lunch? My treat
Me: That sounds great. When and where?
Niama: Divine Vines? 12:30?
I paused mid text. That was the vineyard Tezni and I had visited for my birthday. I smiled and continued typing.
Me: Perfect. See you then
"This is a problem…"
Christian’s voice had me looking up as soon as I hit send to find a frown on his face
"Sorry?"
"Your focus on that phone and not me is a problem."
I grinned. "Not clingy at all are you."
He shrugged. "Can't help it."
"You should be more interested in things besides my pussy."
Christian lifted his mug and turned it up. "Your pussy shouldn't be so good then."
I rolled my eyes. "There's more to me than that."
"I know but your focus is on other things and people right now. So all I have to focus on are the memories of one of your most impressive assets."
I locked my phone and set it on the counter. "You have my undivided attention for the next ten minutes. Then I need to get dressed to meet a friend for brunch."
He chuckled. "It can wait. I'll monopolize your attention later and I wasn’t aware you had friends here?”
“She’s a new friend.”
"How’d you two meet?"
"Pilates. She was in the same class."
"You don't need Pilates." Christian's eyes traveled down my body. "I’ll stretch and spread you open for free and it will damn sure be more pleasurable."
I slammed my thighs together and groaned. "Christian."
He smiled arrogantly.
"Where are you meeting her?"
"Divine Vines and I’m hyped too. Tezni and I went last year for my birthday so Niama asking me to meet her there is perfect."
Christian nodded. "You should ask her to let you tour the Vintage Suite."
I frowned. “How can she let me do that?"
"Because she owns the vineyard."
I blinked. "What?"
He chuckled. "Niama Bashar. That is who you’re meeting, right?"
"Oh wow, shit. I didn’t make the connection." Then something crossed my mind and I glared at him. "Do you know her?"
He nodded but that was all he gave me so I glared hard. "How well do you know her?"
He gave me an arrogant smile. "Not that well. I've been to the vineyard a few times. She's close friends with Ezekiel and, as far as I know, has never been to Erogenous. You can relax."