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Her lashes fluttered open as she looked up at me, her eyes glazed with the kind of ecstasy I understood all too well. “Does it hurt?” I rasped, shifting the angle of my next thrust so I dug in a little deeper, scraped those metal barbells a little harder in all the right places.
“Yes,” Andrea gasped. “Hurts sogood.”
“Fuck yeah,” I growled in agreement.
Her skin had to be incredibly sensitive and sore from the flogging. I reached down with my free hand and deliberately raked my nails along her thigh where I’d flogged her, just to see how she’d respond.
Andrea screamed and immediately orgasmed from the pain.
Holyfuck.
Another savage thrust and I came instantly as her pussy went painfully tight around me. I couldn’t possibly hold back. Bliss ruptured from my core, snaking outward. The orgasm ripped through me, hot and sharp, tearing a deep, guttural groan from me. I felt such a clarity, a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain in that moment, like everything toxic had drained out of me and all that was left was a wonderful, peaceful haze.
This was why I dommed—chasing not just the journey and adrenaline rush, although I did love that, but this moment in the aftermath, when every worry, every dark thought in my mind, faded away. It was one of the few times I truly felt relaxed and at peace.
When I recovered from my orgasm, I reluctantly pulled out of Andrea and she made a small noise. I stumbled a bit as I released her from the cross and cleaned her up. I hadn’t been this exhausted by a scene in a while. My head was clear but also pleasantly empty, which to me was pure bliss. I wanted to just lie down and sink into the moment but didn’t have that luxury just yet.
Andrea was wobbly on her feet for a moment as she stepped off the cross, but once she got her bearings she grabbed my arm to get my attention. “Chase. Hey.”
I looked at her. She was obviously tired, just as exhausted as I was after that mind and body altering scene, but her gaze was sharp and clear.
“What can I do?” she asked softly.
I frowned at her, not understanding what she meant. “What?”
“What do you need,” she clarified, sliding her hand down my arm until she was holding my hand. “For aftercare.”
I shook my head, feeling out of sorts from this role reversal. “I’m the dom here. I’m taking care of you.”
The corner of Andrea’s mouth curled upwards. “Right, because I’m the only one who just went through something extremely intense.” Her mocking tone gentled, as did her expression. “Sir, please. Right now, I’m your submissive. Let meserveyou. I’m yours. What do you need?”
I stared at her, shocked by what she was offering. Usually, after a session like what just transpired, I wanted to be alone. To just collapse and rest, and coast on the wonderful empty feeling in my mind as long as it lasted.
But I honestly couldn’t remember ever having a session like this, where one woman had given me every fucking thing I’d needed—from the control and dominance, to her submission, to the emotional release of letting go of all the shit in my head—with someone I truly trusted. And now this, Andrea askingmehow I was doing, telling me that she would serve me and give me whatever I needed.
“Come home with me,” I said, knowing I was about to break all my rules with her, but after tonight, I couldn’t bring myself to care. “You need a hot bath, for your muscles. Mine is like a hot tub.”
Her beautiful blue eyes searched mine, far more intuitive than I would have liked. “Is that whatyouneed?”
I need to hold you,I thought, shocking myself with that truth.“Yes.” With her, there was no point in lying.
Since we’d driven separately, I followed Andrea to my place. Because of what she’d told me earlier when she’d arrived at the club, I kept an eye on our surroundings, on every car that followed behind us, even though it was all normal evening traffic and no one actually tracked us from Summerlin all the way to my condo. Once we arrived, I took her hand in mine and we headed up to my place. We didn’t talk as I led her to my en suite and drew us a bath, and we both stripped back out of our clothes. Once the tub was filled with the steaming water, we climbed in and I drew Andrea toward me.
With a soft, content sigh, she rested her back to my chest, her head on my shoulder. It felt good to be in the hot water. It helped my muscles relax, helped me feel weightless and continue that pleasantly empty and drained feeling. The slight weight of her in my arms, knowing she was completely safe here with me… it helped more than I wanted to admit.
Beneath the water, I idly stroked my hands along her arms, her breasts, her thighs, soothing the welts on her skin and just needing to touch her in a gentle, caring manner—without the expectations of sex. She dozed off and I continued caressing her body, thinking about what had just transpired at the club. I could have gone too far for her back there, I could admit that now. But she’d taken everything I’d doled out, without resorting to using her safeword. She’denjoyedit.
The fondness I felt for her was overwhelming. Like I could actually feel for once how soft and fragile my organs were inside my chest.
The idea of someone hurting Andrea was—it was unthinkable. Fuck, I was in so much trouble and already way over my head with her. I never should’ve started this agreement with her, because deep inside I’d known this would happen. But I couldn’t have let someone else do this with her, either. My possessiveness and desire warred with my self-preservation.
I suppose in the end it wouldn’t matter, because terminating this pact between us wouldn’t be my choice. Tonight, I’d given her just a taste of the darkness inside me. When she saw all of how broken I was, how I’d never be the man she deserved, Andrea wouldn’t want me anyway, and this would end.
It was for the best. I knew that. But holding her in the deliciously hot water, feeling her soft trusting body in my arms, watching her peacefully sleep…
I also knew the end was going to hurt, and not in a way that I enjoyed.
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