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4. Emma 🌶️

Morning light filters through the curtains, waking me from my deep sleep. For a moment, I'm disoriented, the unfamiliar room around me strange and alien.

I stretch, my body sore and aching in the most delicious way. Memories of the night before flood my mind. Ares. The passion. The pleasure. The pain.

I blush, remembering his words, his demands. The way he used my body, taking his pleasure. The way he made me come, over and over again.

I've never been with someone like that. Of course I've heard of people doing the whole sub/dom thing, but i never understood it. Not until last night, at least.

I would consider myself an independent woman, but something about Ares commanding me in the bedroom sparked something inside of me that I didn't know was there.

Ares.

I roll onto my side, reaching for him, eager to repeat the night's activities.

But he's not there.

I'm alone, the sheets cold.

I sit up, scanning the room. There's no sign of him. No trace of his presence.

"Ares?" My voice is small and uncertain.

There's no answer.

I climb out of bed, wrapping the sheet around myself. My clothes are still strewn across the floor.

I walk to the bathroom, the tiles cool beneath my feet. The shower is empty, the glass door fogged. He must have taken a shower not too long ago.

I lean over the sink, the cool porcelain calming me. My reflection is distorted, blurred. My brown hair is a mess, tangled and wild. I look like a woman who has been thoroughly fucked. And I have.

I need to get dressed and get back to my room. I need to brush my teeth. To take a shower. My mother's rehearsal dinner is today, and I have a lot to do.

I walk to the bedroom, collecting my clothes. My dress is wrinkled and creased and I can't find my panties anywhere. Those were one of my favorite pairs, too. The kind of pantie that fits just right.

As I dress, the events of last night play over in my mind. His hands, his lips, his cock. The way he touched me, the way he commanded me. The way he punished me.

The thought makes me shiver, a spark of arousal igniting. Last night should hold me over for a while.

As I head for the door, I notice a piece of paper on the bedside table. It's a note, his handwriting neat and precise.

'Emma. Last night was amazing. You're amazing. I'm sorry I had to leave so early. Duty calls. Please know that I had an unforgettable time with you.'

It's short, but it's enough.

I fold the note, tucking it into my purse. I know this is supposed to be a one night stand, but I wouldn't mind having more nights with this man using my body for his pleasure. My insides flutter from the thought alone.

I open the door, stepping into the hallway. It closes behind me with a soft click, the sound final.

The walk back to my room is quiet, the hallways empty. Im carrying my shoes and I think about putting them on. I definitely look like I'm doing the walk of shame. Wrinkled dress, messy hair, last night's makeup, carrying my shoes, and no panties.

If my mother could see me now. I don't know whether I would receive a lecture or be priased by her. She would probably commend me for even hooking a man.

My mother is probably already awake, preparing for her rehearsal dinner. It's still hours away, but she refuses to look anything but perfect. I doubt Archer has even seen her without her makeup.