“Take him back to my cabin please?” she asked. “I’ll clean this up, then be right behind you.”
“Your cabin? Not the usual place?”
The usual place was one of the quiet rooms designated for aftercare. Most of the play areas had one, although there were a few scattered around the grounds for a more serene, natural atmosphere. Her favorite was to the south, a few minutes’ walk, but it was too cold to tend to Boudreaux out there.
“My cabin,” she confirmed, then added, “On the couch.”
Hell would freeze over before she allowed him near her bed. Demons would be ice-skating in all nine circles of the damn place.
Understanding, Ford nodded. “I’ll get him there safely, babysit him until you come.”
“Thank you. For everything, Fordham.”
“My pleasure, as always, Mistress.”
It was just as simple as that, she thought. From fledgling acquaintances to friends who could ask anything of each other—that was the kind of bond Serenity brought out in its people.
She trusted Ford to keep Boudreaux safe; not that she’d mind if the annoyance from her past took an indelicate tumble off the edge of the mountain, but Evander and Elias would certainly have something to say about it—insurance, liability, and all those irritating legal responsibilities fell on their heads, after all.
Not to mention the fact they obviouslylikedhim.
Dismissing all that, she set her attention to the dismantling of the scene area. The cleaners would come in soon and take care of the DCD—Deep Clean and Disinfect—but Violet’s task was organizing everything into organized piles ready for the trash, to be sterilized, or simply to be returned to her personal collection.
As she systematically gathered toys and equipment, she tried not to relive the scene and examine the finer details of Boudreaux’s submission; learning his body language as a sub was a waste of time and effort on her part. In a month, she’d be gone and he would go home to become his usual Dominant, seductive self.
One month was all she needed to survive.
Boudreaux
Someone managed to get his feet into his shoes.
That’s about all he remembered from between the time his soul was ripped out through his dick and sitting down gingerly on a marvelously soft couch with the blanket still wrapped around his naked body.
Every inch of him was still humming; his cock continued to vibrate, mirroring the ache in his rear. He swore the thud of the flogger had beaten enough heat into his muscles, he’d be able to run through the forest in the dead of winter without feeling the cold.
Violet surpassed every expectation, not pulling her punches.
It was no surprise she was attempting to drive him away using… harsh tactics. He knew he was threatening everything she’d built, her entire identity, and he was prepared to weather the consequences of being in her life… or so he’d thought.
It hadn’t escaped his notice that she refused to touch him with her bare hands. The vampire gloves were inspired, he could admit that. Pain, pleasure, and an impersonal touch rolled into one.
Submission was new to him—giving it, anyway. Receiving it was a gift he never took for granted, no matter who presented it, but being the one who offered it… that altered his perception considerably.
Fingers snapped in front of his face; Boudreaux blinked and focused on the attractive Dom who’d hauled his orgasm-drunk ass back here—whereverherewas.
“Doing okay there, buddy?”
Reaux blinked again. This whole experience was actually quite surreal. Perhaps he should have explored thesubside of a Dom-sub dynamic sooner. But then, the question was, would Violet have been the one to open his eyes to the magnitude of this awakening? “Hmm?”
“Yeah, she really ripped the rug out from beneath you, huh? Mistress Vi has that effect on people.” Lowering to his haunches, Fordham sighed and tipped Reaux’s head back. “Eyes are starting to focus again, good. You want some water?”
He thought he nodded his head, but somehow his chin refused to lift again.
Fordham chuckled and nudged it up again. “It’s a different matter entirely, being on the other side, isn’t it? Exhausting. Close your eyes for a while. Violet won’t be long, then she’ll see to your aftercare.”
Reaux liked aftercare. A scene was fun, exciting, testing his wiles as a Dom, and his creativity. But aftercare was the quiet part where he could relax and tend to a sub’s basic needs while feeding his own primal desire to nurture someone.
For years, that someone had been Violet.
