I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing...
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"Do you mind if I join you? I'm feeling filthier."
He takes a moment to absorb my words, his eyes widening as they finally process the statement. Within seconds, he nods his head in a fervent 'yes', his adam's apple bobbing as he gulps.
I throw a sweet smile his direction, or my best attempt at one – it probably looks like an awkward smirk because fucking hell, I am truly unfamiliar with the term 'sweet', and I have been for a while.
I reach a hand out, giving him the option to follow me to the bathroom.
Options.
Communication.
I'm coming to understand that it's an important part of a relationship.
Relationship?
Is that what this is now?
Fucking hell, I don't know.
But...
I think I like it.
With a beaming smile, he grasps my hand and follows as I walk toward the bathroom in my ensuite, his naked dick swinging with every step.
"Sit." I command, pointing toward the small, earl grey victorian chaise lounge in my ensuite bathroom, ignoring the porcelain clawfoot tub eerily glaring at me, reminding me of the breakdown I had.
Instead, I open the glass door for the shower, one spacious enough for the two of us, and run the water. Reaching a hand out, I test the temperature, adjusting the knobs as need be so its warm enough for the both of us.
I can feel his eyes on me.
Piercing.
I love it.
I've never been shy of my body, choosing nudity over clothing anytime I had the chance – most of the time in the safety of my house, other times when I fucking want to.
But there's something about having him, Kai, watching me.
I feel small pinpricks of awareness on every surface of my body. He makes the little baby hairs on my arms raise, he makes little goosebumps raise on every inch of my skin.
Outside my Domme profession, while others would leer, or make inappropriate comments, he just watched in admiration.
As a Domme, I was in complete control of every situation. None of my clients would dare disrespect me
But with him...
I wanted his eyes on me.
And only me.
Once the water was at the perfect temperature, I turned to him and beckoned him toward me. The sweet boy with a slight blush on his face took tentative step sin my direction and walked into the shower.
