Tough Love

Part 17

You got out of the car, feeling the air hit you as you rushed to the door, hoping that he couldn't see anything through your dress. Your mind intent on getting the clothes put away and taking a shower and getting your head on straight instead of bending to whatever his promise foretold. Even though you had already had sex with him, you knew that this would be completely different considering the terms taht you both agreed to.

Probably wants to torture me with pleasure first than anything, You thought as you walit impatiently by the front door for him. His arms clutching the bags, he passed the keys over to you as you opened the door. Walking in and taking the bags from him and rifling through them to grab a tshirt and jeans to change into, as well as a bra and underwear.

"What are you doing?"

"Well since I have new clothes I wanted to take a shower and change. You don't expect me to just be wearing this do you?" you question as you looked up at him and he was smirking down at you.

"Of course not. You'll undress and put all that in the hamper to be washed and then as I said before I would make up for not talking to you about how we would deal with going out in public. And by the way I don't think you would want to take a shower, your already wet might as well quell the fires," he said as you felt your face heat up at his words, knowing that he could see your face turning red.

"You can take a shower if you want to, I won't stop you on that front, but one thing. You can't touch yourself in the shower like you want. That's my job. I'll put these away. Go up to the master bedroom," he said sternly which just made you even wetter if there was even a possibility as you walked up the stairs to the master bedroom and walked into the bathroom. Stripping off your dress and putting it in the hamper along with your bra and your underwear which were soaked through as you gritted your teeth at the feeling of the cool air hitting your thighs.

Shaking your head you turned on the shower and hopped in, his words a warning to you as you just tried to focus on the task at hand. On trying to wash your hair and body. Noticing that the things from the previous night were still out of the shower, and that he didn't put them away.

You turned to grab a bottle and heard a rustling making you turn as you saw a silhouette beyond the shower door leaning against the sink.

"Tiktok y/n, this offer expires unless you just want to have fun by yourself in the shower," paul said as you quickly washed the conditioner from your hair and turned off the water.

You moved the door and saw that he was still leaning against the sink holding out a towel for you, as you went to take it and he shook his head. You stepped into the outstretched towel feeling his hands glide the towel over your skin gently. And you knew he made a point of hesitating for a second longer on your breasts, feeling your eyes go to the mirror that was above the sink. Feeling your eyes glued to where his hands were gliding along your sides.

And felt his breath against your neck.

"Liking the show?" he asked as you turned to face him and he had a smirk on his face as you saw something come to him, as he pushed you in the direction of the master bedroom.

You walked in, towel now wrapped around your form and looked at the bed and was surprised that the restraints weren't already connected to the bed.

"I thought you were going to make it up to me?"

"Oh,you thought that would involve the restraints? No, I had a better idea just now in fact. Lay down on the bed," he said as he went to grab something from his dresser on the side of you and walked into the bathroom. You laid fully against the bed feeling the cool air against your exposed skin. You noticed the floor length mirror that was usually on the other side of the room was now in front of the bed.