At that moment, I couldn’t tell her the truth about what made her the best. It had nothing to do with hunts or proper submissives. It had everything to do with the fact that I was physicallyandemotionally attracted to her. I’d never allowed myself to get that close to other prey. They’d merely been a means to get off and a further ego trip.
“I would never lie to a sub during aftercare,” I replied.
“Well, you are supposed to give me words of affirmation while giving feedback on the scene,” she countered.
With a laugh, I replied, “I already gave you negative feedback when I called you a brat.”
“I suppose your positive feedback was coming three times.” She furrowed her brows. “Or was it two and a half since you didn’t go back down that second time?”
“Do you ever stop talking?”
“It takes a while to deplete all my adrenaline. But don’t worry. A crash is coming very soon.” Tilting her head at me, she asked, “Are you this chatty with other subs?”
“No, I’m not. And once again it would seem you’re a bad influence.”
She snorted. “Me be a bad influence on the Beast?”
“You’re making me soft.”
“I doubt that.”
You have no idea the influence you have over me.All you’d have to do is ask, and I’d burn the world down for you.
With the clock ticking, I needed to expedite the process. “Come on. Let’s get you out of the tub before you’re all wrinkly.”
Nodding dutifully, Sarah stood up. The sight of the sudsy water sluicing off her body caused my mouth to run dry. To rid myself of the vision, I pushed myself to my feet to grab one of the large towels.
When I turned back to Sarah, she’d exited the tub. She reached out her hand for the towel, but I ignored her. Instead, I began drying her off myself. Of course, that was a stupid idea considering the reaction my body had to merely touching her through the towel.
As I ran the terry cloth over her breasts, I wasn’t the only one reacting. Sarah brought her hand over mine. “With your permission, I think it would be best if I finished this myself.”
“I would agree with you in this case.”
Smiling coyly up at me through her lashes, Sarah then wrapped the towel around herself before leaving the bathroom. Leaning against the doorway, I watched as she slipped into a set of silky pajamas that were ridiculously sexy. Of course, she could’ve made a burlap sack look sexy.
Glancing at me over her shoulder, she said, “Are you going to tuck me in, sir?”
“There you go being bratty again.”
With a laugh, Sarah turned back the covers on the bed. After climbing inside, she cocked her brows at me. “I’m in bed, sir.”
“Yes, I can see that.”
After killing the overhead lights on the switch beside me, I pushed off the doorframe and stalked over to her. Dread radiated through me with every step towards the bed and my sweet, unassuming victim.
Besides condoms in my pant’s pocket, there was a capped syringe. Ensuring that I had it with me had been just as important as making sure Sarah received her pale blue ribbon, proclaiming her as mine.
As my hand slipped inside the slick pocket, I gripped it between my fingers.
Ty — grobanyy ublyudok
The fact that I was a fucking bastard for what I was about to do to Sarah didn’t change if I said it in Russian or English.
“Do you need anything else before I say goodbye?” I asked Sarah.
“No. I’m good.” A smile curved on her beautiful lips. “Thank you for tonight.”
“I’m the one who should be giving you my thanks.”
