Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Iris
Kissing Master Law was even better than she’d imagined… and gave her the closeness she was craving. He wasn’t just kissing her. He was kissing her as if he couldn’t get enough of her. If he’d kissed her like this before the scene, she’d probably have melted into a little pile of Iris goo.
Of course, almost as soon as she had the thought, he pulled away. There was an odd expression on his face and an almost bewildered look in his eyes.
“I… I don’t do relationships.”
Iris blinked. He was still inside her, though his dick was slowly softening, his hands gripping her legs, while her nipples throbbed in the clamps he’d put on them—which were really hurting now that the scene was over—and that’s what he had to say?
On the other hand, she didn’t think she’d ever seen him so at a loss, so that was something. Iris knew when she’d gotten under someone’s skin since she’d spent a lifetime doing it.
“Okay?” She tilted her head to the side. “Pretty sure I didn’t ask for one, but if I said something while you were fucking me, I was under the influence of a good cock.”
That made his mouth twitch, though she didn’t get the full-out laugh she was going for. Nope, he was reverting to stick-in-the-mud Master Law. She’d seen a hint of the man beneath, though, and was curious.
“We need to get you down,” he said, clearly looking for a diversion.
Since her arms were getting tired, Iris didn’t fight him as he slid out of her.
He undid her wrist restraints, then removed the plug, which made her sigh with relief.
The nipple clamps came off next, accompanied by her hiss of pain.
Bending forward, Master Law took each unhappy bud in his mouth, sucking gently and soothing the sting as feeling returned to the turgid nubs.
It also made Iris laugh.
“Kisses… no. Sucking my nipples… yes. Got it,” she murmured. Master Law straightened with a scowl, but that didn’t bother her. She knew when someone was actually upset with her, and he wasn’t. He liked her bratty mouth, even if he didn’t want to admit it.
“Kisses give the wrong impression.”
“Ah, but fucking me till I scream, doesn’t?” Iris batted her eyes at him and tried to take a step—tried, being the operative word. Her legs were still pretty wobbly, and she stumbled, but he caught her. “Whoops. I’m a little shaky.”
He swept her up into his arms. Yup. Totally not giving off mixed signals.
“Come on, we can go rest in the other room.”
Leaning her head against his chest, an arm wrapped around the back of his neck, Iris sighed happily. Being carried like this, she felt as though she was in a movie. A really romantic one.
Leaving the equipment behind, Master Law took her to the back room, the hotel portion of Marquis. Iris perked up and looked around. During class, they hadn’t had access to these rooms, and she was curious. Unfortunately, it looked exactly like a regular hotel room.
Big king-size bed, dresser, television, couch, mini-fridge, closet, and a door that led to what she presumed was the bathroom.
The walls were plain beige, and all the furniture was medium brown.
The sheets and comforter were a nice, crisp, bright white, and there was a big black bag resting on the foot of the bed.
All in all, everything about the room was super neutral and soothing.
“What’s with the bag?” she asked. Was he planning on spending the night? Should she have brought stuff with her? She’d assumed they were only scening, and his ‘I don’t do relationships’ thing backed that up. If kissing said ‘relationship,’ actually sleeping together screamed it.
“I came here straight from work for a meeting with Olivia and Julie. I needed a change of clothes for tonight since I didn’t want to do this in my suit.” Carrying her over to the bed, he set her down on the edge rather than laying on it, his gaze not quite meeting hers. “How are you feeling?”
“Very, very good.” Iris grinned as her answer and purring tone caught his attention, and his eyes met hers.
“So, is there any particular reason you jumped straight from kissing to a relationship? I promise I’ve kissed lots of guys without thinking we were going to get married and have babies.
” She kept her tone teasing, but she had to wonder if he jumped there with everyone or if she was a special case.
“I just don’t want to accidentally hurt anyone,” he replied quietly, turning as he did so. She could see him removing the condom, still barely clinging to his cock, and she admired the backside view as he went to throw it away in the trashcan next to the mini-fridge.
“I get that, but… I mean, most people don’t immediately jump into a relationship after a first date.
There are multiple dates before they do a relationship.
” Iris squirmed on top of the bed, trying to get comfortable and also make herself look a little more seductive.
Seductive was good, right? She leaned back on her elbows so she was propped up and hoped it didn’t look stupid.
“This isn’t a date.” He said the words so quickly, Iris had to roll her eyes.
“Are you trying to convince yourself or me?” Before he could answer, she quickly went on.
“Why can’t we just go with the flow? This was a fun night.
I’d love to do it again with you sometime, with no expectation of a relationship.
Though I’ll be honest, I’d rather not close that door entirely.
It would be nice to know there’s a chance we could go on a real date in the future. ”
He finally turned around, coming to sit at the end of the bed before he answered.
“I’m too old for you.”
That wasn’t a no.
“How old are you?” She was pretty sure he was around her brother’s age, maybe a little older, but she wasn’t sure.
“Thirty-four.”
“A whole nine years… oh, no…” Iris flopped back onto the bed, throwing her arms out wide. “You’re right, Grandpa. I can’t believe I let you put your wrinkled, old— eek!”
Do not poke the cranky Dom too much.
On the other hand, poking at him got him to put his hands on her again, even if it was to turn her over on the bed. Since her butt had been right on the edge, that put her in the perfect position for him to spank—and he did exactly that, right on top of her already tender-from-being-flogged cheeks.
Iris yelped and wriggled, trying to escape his hand, even as she enjoyed the sensation of being pinned down and spanked.
“You were saying?” Despite the sternness in his voice, she could hear his amusement. Iris turned her head to look over her shoulder and pouted at him.
“I said the same thing you did. I don’t see why I should be punished for agreeing with you.”
Law
She was an incredible brat, and he didn’t know why he liked that so much. He shouldn’t.
He also didn’t know why he was pulling her up from her position, so he could settle her on his lap. He knew he shouldn’t, yet he did it, anyway. It felt good. It felt right. She was seriously messing with his self-control, and he was on the highway toward destruction.
Once she was on his lap, she snuggled in and rubbed her face against his shoulder, sighing happily as she settled.
“I’m not really a go-with-the-flow kind of person,” he said finally. “I’m… I’m the person with a plan. The responsible person. The one everyone can count on to know what the next step is, the one who won’t let anyone down. That’s who I’ve chosen to be.”
He hadn’t always been that person, and he never wanted to go back to being the person he had been. He’d let down the people most important to him and had vowed never again.
“I can’t imagine you being anything else. Will keeping the future open to possible dating change all that?” Iris rubbed her face against his chest and yawned.
No.
Maybe not.
I don’t know.
It was the not knowing for sure that stymied him—not knowing whether he’d be able to keep control of himself, not wanting another woman to become collateral damage if he fell off the wagon.
I’ve been sober for nine years. What makes me think I’ll fall off the wagon?
The little voice in his head sounded an awful lot like Asad. As usual. Law scowled.
But it had a point.
He’d had strict rules in place because he’d needed to prove something to himself. He’d never put a time limit on those rules, but maybe he should have. Did he really believe he needed to keep everyone at a distance forever? That he couldn’t have a relationship with someone ever again?
Also maybe.
He still felt bad about how he’d treated Elaine until she’d finally left him, but… he’d been younger. Iris was now the same age as Elaine was when she’d walked. At twenty-five, Elaine had known what she’d deserved and that she’d deserved better than him.
So, maybe he should trust Iris to know what she deserved. At the very least, she was right. He could keep himself open to the possibilities instead of shutting them down immediately.
Maybe they’d keep scening together, and everything would fizzle out on its own.
Yeah, right.
Unlikely, but possible.
“What are you suggesting?” He was uneasy because he was normally the one who came up with a plan but couldn’t do that until he knew more about what she was asking for. What she wanted from him.
Her head tilted, so she could smile up at him.
The lids of her eyes were getting heavy.
While she wasn’t in subspace, she looked happy and fizzy, the way a sub should look during aftercare.
Clearly, she liked the cuddling, which he’d known from seeing her in the classes, but he was surprised how much he liked it, too.
He'd never minded cuddling during aftercare, but he hadn’t enjoyed it quite this much either. Something about having her snuggled up safely against him, leaning on his strength so trustingly, added to his satisfaction.
“Well, that was a pretty basic scene.” Iris walked her fingers up his chest, over his pecs. Not in a sexual way, more like she was exploring. “Is there any kink you’re particularly into? I’ve heard you do stuff with the violet wand.”
Electricity was one of his kinks. What could he say? He liked to play with his toys, and his sadistic side adored the myriad ways he could play with electricity and a willing subbie’s body. Iris was definitely masochistic enough to enjoy it.
The thought of doing a scene with her more aligned with his favorite interests…
Fuck.
His cock was stirring again.
“Maybe we could agree to be scening partners for a while,” he found himself saying. “Have a club contract.”
“Ah yes, because that always wards off developing feelings for each other,” she responded drily. “Just look at how well it worked out for Mitch and Domi.”
Law opened his mouth. Closed it again.
She had a point.
He was already far more interested in her than he wanted to be. Suggesting they scene and nothing else? That was coming from his need to delude himself, this wasn’t a big deal.
“Tell you what, though, we can do that.” Iris yawned again, leaning her head on his shoulder and snuggling in. “As long as you don’t shut down the idea of changing things up in the future. If you run the moment you catch feelings, I’m gonna be pissed. I want that option open.”
Her bossy tone was ruined by how sleepy she sounded.
Swinging around, so he was no longer sitting on the edge of the bed, he rested his feet down and let her fall the few inches to the surface. Her legs were still across his torso and her head still snuggled into his shoulder, but now they were technically lying on the bed.
Law hadn’t planned to sleep here tonight. He really hadn’t.
Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that. That’s why you reserved the room for the whole night.
He’d reserved the room; he always liked to have a backup plan for unexpected contingencies. Like Iris falling asleep after their scene in the middle of aftercare. Not entirely unexpected.
Though he knew damn well from experience, he didn’t hesitate to wake up a subbie after half an hour or so and send her on her way. He knew that he wouldn’t do that with Iris.
Whether or not he wanted to admit it, he wanted this.