When I step into the powder room and close the door behind me, I flip on the light and wince at how bright it is.
After blinking a few times, I use the toilet, then go to the sink to wash my hands. My head is fuzzy still, from both the alcohol and the orgasms. When I turn around in front of the mirror, I lift the back of my dress and twist to look at the round red spots on my ass, where he spanked me with the wooden spoon.
My clit spasms.
Why am I like this?
Why do I need this?
Dropping my dress, I spin around and use a tissue to clean up my smeared makeup. I need to go home and go to bed. I’m buzzed and freshly fucked. Now, I need my bed and probably my heating pad. And some pain relievers. The last thing I want is to be hungover tomorrow.
Kian is still in the kitchen, downing a bottle of water when I walk in. He holds one out to me with the cap already loose.
“Thanks. I’m going to walk home since it’s not that far.”
As soon as the words come out, he stills and narrows his gaze at me. “What the fuck did you just say?”
His tone sends a nervous shiver through me. “What?”
He sets his water on the counter and stalks toward me, his eyes so dark, I’m sure they’re black. “You’re not going anywhere, angel. Unless you’d prefer that I come sleep over at your house.”
With his left hand on my chest, he slides it up until he’s cradling my throat in his palm. He doesn’t squeeze. Not at all. Instead, he strokes my neck with his thumb. “And if you think I’d ever let you walk anywhere, you’ve clearly never met a man like me.”
Actually, Iknowa man so much like Kian, it’s a little scary. I should have known that Kian wouldn’t have liked my ideato walk home. It’s a three-minute journey at most. Men are so ridiculous sometimes.
“Do you need anything from your place to stay the night?” he asks.
I shake my head, trying not to think too deeply about how thoughtful he’s being. The men I’ve had sex with before didn’t give a flying fuck about anything other than their own orgasms. And half the time, they were asleep before I even came back from the bathroom.
“No. I’m good.”
“Good.” He takes my hand and tugs me behind him. “Come on, angel. Let’s go to bed.”
I follow him through the house, looking around as we go. We walk down a wide hallway that ends with double doors. Kian opens one and motions for me to go first.
My feet sink into plush carpeting as I move into his most private space. Every single object is in its own place. It looks like a hotel room, except everything is plush and comfortable. It’s obvious no dime was spared in making this room a place where he can relax and unwind.
He stands just inside the room and watches as I take it all in, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. Then he walks into the enormous-looking walk-in closet and reemerges a moment later.
“Come here,” he says, making his way over to the bed.
When he sits on the edge with his thighs spread wide, waiting for me, I forget to breathe for a second as I cross the room to him. As soon as I’m close enough, he reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me gently into him, so I’m somewhat perched on his thigh with my back to his front. A second later, my dress unzips, and as it falls forward, he also unhooks my bra.
“Arms up, angel.”
Swallowing down the lump forming in my throat, I slowly raise my arms, and he drops a worn, dark gray T-shirt over myhead, then tugs it down. It’s enormous on me, but it’s so soft. And it’shis. It doesn’t matter if we’re just fucking, or whatever we’re doing; there’s something about sleeping in a man’s clothes. It’s sexy.
Kian gently moves me off his thigh, so my dress can drop to the floor, and then he leads me into the bathroom, which he could easily host a party in.
“Here’s a toothbrush. You can use anything from the drawers if you need it. I’m going to change and find you some pain relievers to take before bed.”
My lips curl into a soft smile, and I nod. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He pauses and looks back at me, his gaze raking over me. “I love hearing you call me that.”
Then he disappears, and I lean against the vanity, letting out a sigh. My temples ache, and I reach back to rub the base of my neck, hoping my fingers will ease some of the tension there. He fucked me until I was limp as a noodle. I have no idea why I feel any pain right now.
I’m in the middle of brushing my teeth when he comes in and sets two tablets and a fresh bottle of water on the counter. I can’t pay attention to anything other than his bare chest in the mirror, every inch of it inked with so many designs, yet somehow they all blend together perfectly.
