Rite of Submission - Rite 1

6: Luna

                "You couldn't hold your wolf in check for one damn night," a woman's voice shouted in the bathroom doorway. He had left me under the running water at least half an hour ago. "Dimi, you promised to give her time to settle in," she called, turning the water off and wrapping a plush robe around my shoulders.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch," he grumbled from the bedroom, "I only tested the waters a little bit." He filled the doorway, towel still wrapped around his hips, "I sent for Candice, didn't I? Speaking of, I'd like that gone before she gets here so that I can at least try to enjoy my distraction."

Removing the collar from my neck, she frowned up at me; I stood at least 6 inches taller than her. Her long hair was pulled back into a high pony tail, like a waterfall of dark chocolate waves. She had the same ice blue eyes as him, the same gold tan, same full lips. Where he was built of solid muscle, she was made up of soft curves and lean muscle. "Did you at least have the decency to give her dinner before letting your wolf run amuck?"

Waving his hand dismissively, he walked away, "You can take care of that." She put her hands on her hips and stuck her tongue out towards him, making me smile around the gag. "I heard that," he called back. She rolled her eyes but pulled her tongue back into her mouth.

She checked my wrists, "You'll be good, yes?" I nodded, and she unbuckled the wet leather. "You might want to clean up your mess before your whore gets here," she smiled at me, winking as she dropped the cuffs on the floor, "wouldn't want her to know that she was your second choice again."

He gave her a frown as she led me through the bedroom and away from him. A short walk across the hall, were a set of white doors that mirrored the doors to his rooms. I barely caught a glance of Blake standing guard at the other end of the hall before we stepped through the doors.

Inside was a large sitting room with an adjoining dining room and another set of white double doors. Where everything in his rooms was dark woods and black leather, hers was decorated in white and gold. "I think we can get rid of this now," she reached up and unbuckled the gag and gingerly removed the ball from my mouth. My jaw was sore, and it felt good to be able to move my lips together. "That's better now isn't it?" she smiled up at me so warmly, I couldn't help but to smile back.

"I'm Sophie or Sophia if you prefer," her smile never wavered as she looked up at me expectantly.

It took a minute before it finally dawned on me that she was waiting for me to introduce myself, "Uh, Lexi, I mean I'm Alexandria, but you can call me Lexi." I hated that I sounded so dumbfounded.

"I had a bath drawn for you, she led me through the doors into a large bedroom, the four-post bed in the center of the room with a gauzy canopy, the vanity, the chaise in front of the fireplace, was done in the same white and gold. Ushering me through another door, we made our way into a bathroom made of white marble.

Her bathroom had a smaller shower to make room for the giant tub that could easily fit at least four people in it. It was filled with bubbles that smelled sweet and soothing. She busied herself around the room setting a towel, a fresh washcloth and a few bottles on a table beside the tub. "You wash up and I'll have some food brought up, ok?" I nodded numbly, unable to find the words to answer. I watched her leave before shrugging out of the bathrobe.

The water was hot, but not too hot, soaking into my skin and relaxing the tension that'd built up in my muscles. The scent was intoxicating, making my thoughts feel like they'd floated too far away to worry about them anymore. I had not even noticed her come back into the room; until she began to wash my arm with the washcloth, saying something about being worried I'd fall asleep and drown in the tub. But even her voice sounded far away.