Preston
"You're beautiful, you know that?"
I chuckle, and the sound bounces off the tiled walls. "You're only saying that because I'm naked."
"Not true," Vadim counters, placing his wine glass on a side table by his massive freestanding soaker tub. "You're gorgeous in clothes, too. But admittedly…" He skims his fingertips across the top of the water. "…this is better."
I smile as I take a small sip of exquisite red. I'm pacing myself. This is my second, and last, glass for the evening.
We've had dinner.
We enjoyed szarlotka on the terrace, Polish apple cake that truly is one of the best things I have ever tasted in my life.
When Vadim suggested we head inside because he had a surprise planned, I was sure it would involve his bedroom and nudity.
I was half right.
Yes, we're both naked, but we're not in his bedroom but in his candle-filled en suite, the bath water perfectly warm, scented with black rose and amber.
I'm in heaven, and we haven't even gotten to the best bit yet.
There's just one thing that keeps niggling away in the back of my mind, preventing me from truly relaxing and enjoying this moment—telling Vadim about my condition.
I could say I haven't had the opportunity or found the right moment to bring it up tonight, but that would be a lie.
I could've mentioned it when he asked if I'm back to feeling normal after yesterday's headache.
Or I could have slipped it in when we talked about my time back home with my folks leading up to Dad's passing.
Or even when he asked me how my day was. I spent most of it with Ellie, working through furniture layouts for the apartment while he took care of getting me signed up for a braille course. That was a perfect opening.
But what can I say? I'm a big, old chicken.
I just want one last night without having to deal with this thing because once I tell him, it will dominate everything. And tonight, the only thing I want dominating me is Vadim.
So, tomorrow it is then. Come hell or high water, I will tell Vadim about my condition first thing in the morning.
Unless a second-round BJ is on the table, then it'll be the second thing I do.
Now, all I have to do is let it go so I can truly be in this moment.
"What are you thinking?" Vadim asks.
I blink a few times. Good thing it's foggy in here so I've got an excuse for not being able to see well.
"Oh, you know…" I slide my foot up his calf then along the inside of his thigh, higher and higher, stopping only when I reach the heavy weight of his cock. He's semi-hard, but within the span of a few short seconds, his cock lengthens against the sole of my foot. "…Stuff."
He lets out a low chuckle. "Oh, yeah. Any stuff in particular?"
"Hmm." I tap my chin…and my foot against his cock under the water.
An uninhibited groan falls out of him.
"So good," he murmurs.
I move my foot down a little lower and underneath his cock, applying some pressure to his balls, pushing them until the resistance becomes too much.
He wraps his hand around my ankle, and I think he's going to yank my foot away.
But he doesn't. He pushes it even harder against his balls, grunting roughly at the impact.
Then he lifts my foot out of the water and brings my toes up higher, higher, higher. I can't make out what he's doing, but then…a sudden jolt of pleasure shoots through me, and I come close to sliding fully under the water.
Is he…
"Are you licking my toes?"
"Mhmm," he replies, taking my foot out of his mouth and sliding his tongue along the curve of my arch. Then I feel him planting small kisses on each toe. "I want to worship every part of you, Pres. I've waited so long. You have no idea how much I want this. Want you."
Oh, I think I have an idea.
I want him so bad, too. I close my eyes and recommit to my pledge—one last night, and then tomorrow, I tell him everything.
He guides my leg back under the water then moves across to my side of the bath in one smooth motion, the water rising around us as he settles next to me.
His fingers trail across my neck before his mouth lands there, biting and sucking and ravishing so hard he'll leave a hickey for sure.
The pleasure-pain from the suction reverberates throughout my body.
He eventually pulls off me, licks up to my ear, and murmurs, "Do you need anything from me?"
What he's just done to my neck obliterates any chance of a coherent thought.
"I don't understand. What do you mean?"
He brings his face so close to mine it fills my entire line of sight. His warm breath fans out across my cheeks.
"You've been hurt before. What can I do to make sure you feel safe with me, with what we're about to do?"
A lump forms in my throat.
Of course he'd be that thoughtful and sensitive to check in on me after me telling him about my experience. Emotionless, my ass. Vadim Piotrowski is fully attuned to me like no man ever has been.
"I trust you, Vadim," I say, threading my fingers through the wet strands of hair at the back of his head. "I know you'll never hurt me like that."
"Never."
He kisses me on the lips.
"I want this so much, too," I tell him. "We've waited so long."
"Feels like forever," he murmurs in agreement, peppering a trail of kisses across my exposed shoulder.
My eyes drift shut. "I feel so safe with you."
"Good. Because you are." He stops kissing me. "I like to be dominant in bed, but I want you to know the second you say stop, I will. No questions asked. No explanations needed. You hear me?"
"I do."
"There's one more thing." A roughness curls his words. "Something I need to be upfront with you about."
I pull back as far as I can, which isn't a lot given the confines of the bathtub. "What is it?"
He stares straight at me. "Don't get mad, but I want to be completely honest with you. I hate the idea of you camming."
A surprised gasp escapes me.
"Not what you were expecting?" he hedges.
"Not at all."
"I know it's kind of out of the blue, but it's been playing on my mind. Figured I owed it to you to be upfront about how I'm feeling and raise it with you before, you know, we take things to the next level."
A stab of guilt punches me in the gut at the mention of being upfront and honest when I'm holding something massive back from him.
"Thank you. I appreciate that." I press my lips to his and linger there. "Camming is off the table."
"It is?"
"Yeah. I had one client, and that's enough for me."
Vadim smirks. "He sounds hot."
I laugh, looping my hands around the back of his neck. "Oh, does he now?"
"Yeah. I bet he's got a real nice dick, too. Curved in just the right way so that if he were to stand up right now, it'd fit perfectly down your tight throat."
"That a challenge?"
"You ready for it?"
I stare deeply into his eyes. "More than ready."