He nods to a screen on the wall as he gently sets me in the tub.“It’s on a timer.”
The water is warm but not too hot and I feel it soothe the tension away immediately as lavender drifts up.He gently gathers a washcloth and small travel-size soap he carefully opens, then proceeds to clean me with such gentle devotion I can’t say a word through the entire process.
He rinses the soap from my skin with such care, his strong hands gliding over my body reverently.I feel cherished, treasured in a way I never have before.Tears prick at the corners of my eyes from the tenderness of it all.
When I’m clean, he helps me stand on shaky legs and wraps me in the fluffiest towel I’ve ever felt.He takes another and gently pats the water from my hair before guiding me back to the bedroom.I’m in a daze, my mind blissfully blank as I let him take complete control.
He sits me on the edge of the bed and kneels to dry my feet and legs with patient attentiveness.Then he stands and drops the towel, leaving me bare before him once more.But there’s no heat in his gaze now, only a soft warmth that makes my heart flutter.
“Lie back, sweet Sarah,” he murmurs, easing me down onto the cool sheets.“Let me get you some cold water.”
I comply without hesitation, my trust in him absolute.He joins me, watches while I gulp down some water and set the bottle on the bedside table, then he pulls my pliant body into his strong arms until we’re spooning, my back flush against his solid chest.I can feel his steady heartbeat against his chest, his warmth enveloping me.His fingers trace lazy patterns on my hip, soothing and grounding me in this perfect moment.
“How do you feel?”he asks softly, his breath tickling the shell of my ear.
I take a moment to assess, to fully inhabit my body again after being so thoroughly taken apart.“Amazing,” I breathe.“Like I’m floating.Safe.Cherished.”
I can feel his smile against my hair.“You are cherished, Sarah.And you were such a good girl for me tonight.I’m so proud of you.”
His praise washes over me, making me feel warm and tingly all over.I nestle back against him, craving his touch, his closeness.I don’t ever want to leave this bubble of blissful afterglow.
“Thank you, Sir,” I murmur, my eyes growing heavy.The intensity of our session has left me sated and sleepy.“For everything.”
“Shhh, rest now, sweet girl.I’ve got you.”He tucks the blankets snugly around us and I let myself drift, safe in his embrace.
As I hover on the edge of sleep, my mind keeps replaying the intense, passionate moments with him.I can still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin, the way he took me to heights I never knew existed.My body aches deliciously, well-used and sated in a way I’ve never experienced before.
As his breathing evens out behind me, I know he’s drifted off.But sleep eludes me as my thoughts race.What happens now?Was this just a one-time thing or could there possibly be more between us?I’m afraid to hope, to want more than just this stolen night of bliss.
My heart already feels dangerously attached to this man who has shown me pleasure beyond my wildest imaginings and then cared for me with such tender devotion after.I know I could easily fall for him, could happily submit to him and give him everything if he asked.
But no, he can’t.He won’t.This has to be an aftereffect of the scene we shared.I drift slowly, willing myself to sleep.Tomorrow will be a normal day, but I’ll never be normal again.
Epilogue
When I wake, it’s after the best sleep I’ve had in a long time to the scent of coffee and bacon.I sit bolt upright in the bed and search out Marcus, but of course, if he’s cooking, he’s not here.There’s a robe at the end of the bed I snatch up right next to a fresh toothbrush.
It only takes a minute to brush my teeth and then head out toward the smell of the food.My stomach growls loudly as I enter the kitchen.He’s standing in low-slung pajama pants, his hair mussed, chest bare, and the sight of him stops my heart for a second.
As does the smile he gives me when I take one of the stools on the bar near the cooktop.“It smells amazing.”
Gently, he slides a cup of coffee toward me and then deftly flips the bacon in the pan.“Sarah, we need to talk.”
I freeze in the act of raising the cup to my mouth.“Talk?”Nothing good ever comes out of that statement.
He must spot the panic in my face.“No, nothing bad.I just ...find myself doing something unorthodox and I’m a bit nervous about it actually.You are the perfect woman for the KinkConnect app.”He sighs and stops hanging his head and I start to worry even more that this perfectly controlled and articulate man can’t say whatever he is trying to say.
“It’s okay...”I prompt.
He pulls the finished bacon off the pan onto a paper towel next to a plate of eggs and fruit.But then turns to me and leans across the counter.“You are the ideal candidate for a woman that can help me take KinkConnect to the next level.You would know better how women respond to our advertising.How to make them feel safe and cherished.”
I shrug.“You seemed to do an okay job of all that yourself.”
“Yes, but I want to take the app to the next level.Really help people safely find what they need in a play partner.I want you to help me do that.”
I can’t deny this experience has been the most incredible experience of my life, but working together, that would mean...
“If we do this, does that mean I can’t see you for scenes anymore?To learn more, try more?”
