smiling into the top of my head. “Even when it’s really obvious.”
He doesn’t seem at all upset, but it’s been a thing a few times in my past. “That a problem?”
His hands go still on me, as if he can see the tricky spot I’m trying to go around. “You know what aftercare is?”
“I’ve seen it in action at the club, but it always seems kind of perfunctory. A hug, a bottle of water, and everyone’s good.” I know I’m needier than that.
He’s quiet. “That’s good to know, actually. You’ve mostly seen scenes at our open nights, and those are usually pretty tame and done by really experienced members.”
The lightbulb is going off. “So they don’t need much in the way of aftercare.”
“Yeah, exactly.” He’s stroking my hair now. “For private or more intense scenes, the aftercare piece can easily stretch into hours. It usually does with me anyhow. I’m a big fan of an armful of naked woman.”
He’s soothing something in me that I didn’t even expect him to understand.
He pulls me in closer, like we have all the time in the world to cuddle on a rock wall in the middle of a cold fall night. “Plan to stay most of tomorrow. The room we’ll be using has a really big, squishy bed. I’ll hold you after we scene for as long as you want, including sleep if you like.”
I raise an eyebrow, because I can still feel his erection pulsing against me. “Hold me, huh? You must have some pretty fancy self-control.”
I can hear his amusement again. “I haven’t bent you over this wall and fucked you until neither of us can stand, so yeah, my self-control is pretty good.”
I groan as the sticky mess between my legs gets wet and slick again.
He runs a hand down my belly and into my heat and starts to chuckle. “I like the way you think, beautiful.” His other hand pats my ass. “Stand up. Let’s get you home.”
I stand where he puts me, legs quaking as he zips up my jeans and does up my belt, and I wonder what the heck I’ve gotten myself into.
Because whatever I might have imagined over the years?
It wasn’t this.
Chapter Fourteen
Harlan
S omeday I’ll get smart .
I look at the private room I’ve picked for my first scene with Scorpio, knowing I’m way more tired than I should be—and knowing not much is going to change until I have my way with every damn inch of her.
I lift up the hand that got to spend time in her pussy last night. I’ve had a shower, but my nose is convinced that my fingers still smell like her. I don’t know what else today might bring, but I’m damn sure I’m going to spend some time fondling her slick, wet heat. And watching her face this time, because the photos she chose told me about more than some of the kinks she finds interesting.
Scorpio wants her Dom to be watching.
Not that I plan to be doing anything else, but it’s good to know what tools I’ve got to play with.
I look around the room, damn happy with Ari. She’s our interior decorator, and Scorpio’s not the only one who thinks velvet is sexy. Ari calls this room rich bordello, but it’s classier than that. Leather floors, which I didn’t even know were a thing, some kind of textured stuff on the walls that reminds me of the dojo I hung out in as a teenager, and a bed that’s all velvet and silk and sin. She’s nailed the lighting, too—not too bright, but angled so that very little in here will happen in shadows.
Scorpio wants her Dom to be watching.
I sigh as my cock gets hard. “She’s not even here yet. Get a grip.”
He doesn’t listen very well.
I’ve brought in what I need in addition to the basics. I traded out Milo’s newest creation for one of my old favorites. This one’s his too, but it’s got a lot less bells and whistles. Just a bench with some sexy curves and padding in all the right places and a restraint system that Fettered’s subs swear is the best thing going.
I make it my business to listen to the people who actually get tied up.
I
He doesn’t seem at all upset, but it’s been a thing a few times in my past. “That a problem?”
His hands go still on me, as if he can see the tricky spot I’m trying to go around. “You know what aftercare is?”
“I’ve seen it in action at the club, but it always seems kind of perfunctory. A hug, a bottle of water, and everyone’s good.” I know I’m needier than that.
He’s quiet. “That’s good to know, actually. You’ve mostly seen scenes at our open nights, and those are usually pretty tame and done by really experienced members.”
The lightbulb is going off. “So they don’t need much in the way of aftercare.”
“Yeah, exactly.” He’s stroking my hair now. “For private or more intense scenes, the aftercare piece can easily stretch into hours. It usually does with me anyhow. I’m a big fan of an armful of naked woman.”
He’s soothing something in me that I didn’t even expect him to understand.
He pulls me in closer, like we have all the time in the world to cuddle on a rock wall in the middle of a cold fall night. “Plan to stay most of tomorrow. The room we’ll be using has a really big, squishy bed. I’ll hold you after we scene for as long as you want, including sleep if you like.”
I raise an eyebrow, because I can still feel his erection pulsing against me. “Hold me, huh? You must have some pretty fancy self-control.”
I can hear his amusement again. “I haven’t bent you over this wall and fucked you until neither of us can stand, so yeah, my self-control is pretty good.”
I groan as the sticky mess between my legs gets wet and slick again.
He runs a hand down my belly and into my heat and starts to chuckle. “I like the way you think, beautiful.” His other hand pats my ass. “Stand up. Let’s get you home.”
I stand where he puts me, legs quaking as he zips up my jeans and does up my belt, and I wonder what the heck I’ve gotten myself into.
Because whatever I might have imagined over the years?
It wasn’t this.
Chapter Fourteen
Harlan
S omeday I’ll get smart .
I look at the private room I’ve picked for my first scene with Scorpio, knowing I’m way more tired than I should be—and knowing not much is going to change until I have my way with every damn inch of her.
I lift up the hand that got to spend time in her pussy last night. I’ve had a shower, but my nose is convinced that my fingers still smell like her. I don’t know what else today might bring, but I’m damn sure I’m going to spend some time fondling her slick, wet heat. And watching her face this time, because the photos she chose told me about more than some of the kinks she finds interesting.
Scorpio wants her Dom to be watching.
Not that I plan to be doing anything else, but it’s good to know what tools I’ve got to play with.
I look around the room, damn happy with Ari. She’s our interior decorator, and Scorpio’s not the only one who thinks velvet is sexy. Ari calls this room rich bordello, but it’s classier than that. Leather floors, which I didn’t even know were a thing, some kind of textured stuff on the walls that reminds me of the dojo I hung out in as a teenager, and a bed that’s all velvet and silk and sin. She’s nailed the lighting, too—not too bright, but angled so that very little in here will happen in shadows.
Scorpio wants her Dom to be watching.
I sigh as my cock gets hard. “She’s not even here yet. Get a grip.”
He doesn’t listen very well.
I’ve brought in what I need in addition to the basics. I traded out Milo’s newest creation for one of my old favorites. This one’s his too, but it’s got a lot less bells and whistles. Just a bench with some sexy curves and padding in all the right places and a restraint system that Fettered’s subs swear is the best thing going.
I make it my business to listen to the people who actually get tied up.
I
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