“What do you think?” Jade asked, unsure of my answer.
If it meant helping my mate heal, I’d do anything.
“Okay,” I said. “But only if you walk me through it. I don’t want to mess up twice in one day.”
He smiled. “Fair enough.”
Before we began, I remembered something. “Oh, and one more thing...”
We started small.Jade lounged in his armchair, with one addition—a silk eye covering.
“How well can you see without your glasses?” I asked, setting them safely aside.
“Horribly,” Jade replied with a smile.
“So, this isn’t even necessary?”
“No. But it’s more fun.”
As I loosely knotted the fabric behind his head, my heart picked up the pace. That was exciting, and easy enough to put on with some light guidance. If I was going to do this, I’d need every ounce of confidence I could get. Jade took this seriously, and so would I.
“Does that feel all right?” I asked.
“Perfect.”
He already sounded soothed, which I took as a good sign. I wanted him to relax and forget all his worries.
I took his hand and helped him stand up.
“Come this way,” I said.
Jade didn’t ask where we were going. That was up to me, and he’d obediently follow where I led. That kind of power felt oddly satisfying.
I took Jade to the adjacent bedroom, connected by a door inside his office. Before we started, he’d shown me where all his bondage-play items were kept—alongside another special object.
His bedroom was clean and tidy with minimal furniture. Only a king-sized bed, a full-length mirror, and two antique wood dressers occupied the space. It was sparse compared to his office-slash-hoard, but it was welcoming and cozy—or maybe I just felt that way because it smelled overwhelmingly like him.
“Sit,” I ordered when I’d led him to the bed. “Wait there.”
Jade took a seat on the edge and folded his hands. He radiated calm energy, a welcome reprieve from his frazzled state earlier.
I smirked as I noticed white cat hairs clinging to the lap of his robe. My visible marks on him filled me with possessive satisfaction.
Despite having full permission, I felt naughty as I rummaged through Jade’s sex toy drawer. My heart flipped when I picked up the silk rope. It was the same rope Jade used to tie me. The phantom sensation of his skilful knots tickled my wrists, making me shudder.
I strode back towards him with the rope in hand. I watched Jade for a moment, searching his face for any sign of hesitation, but he looked utterly calm. His willingness to trust me gave me a confidence boost.
“Strip out of your robe,” I commanded.
He moved sluggishly, like he was in a dream. The luxurious green robe slipped off his body and onto the floor. He was so relaxed that he didn’t even care about his expensive garment touching the ground.
Heat trickled up my neck as I gazed at my mate’s naked body. Gods, he was perfect. And he was all mine.
There was one thing missing. I reached for the tie holding his hair together and removed it. Jade sucked in a soft breath as his hair fell loose. I ran my fingers through it the same way Jade had done to mine.
“You never let anybody touch your hair, do you?” I asked.
His breath hitched. “No.”
