The Mechanic

TWENTY

The ties around my wrists loosened and I felt the handkerchief completely slipping away from my skin. My blindfold slowly slipped from my eyes. When I opened them, it was myself that I saw first.

There I was, in front of the stand up mirror, crouched on all fours in my bed. My hair was a total mess like a hurricane swept it away.

Harry was behind me, staring at me through the mirror. "You okay?" he asked, touching my cheek and breathing heavily.

I just smiled and nodded. I was still running on the clouds and chasing after my sanity. I had to catch them before I could utter any word.

"Don't lie on your back yet. Wait a sec," he told me, then stood up and headed to the bathroom.

I obeyed and just lay on my stomach because I was weak. I felt like a melting candle.

A melting candle who didn't mind melting because it was satisfied with how the flames treated her. I didn't know if this makes any sense, but now I knew why candles were like...weeping when you light them up.

They were crying because they knew that the flames would slowly kill them, but they still wanted to handle those flames because they made them feel alive.

The flames were their life and death at the same time.

Alright. What kind of nonsense was my brain doing? Ugh. Maybe the mind blowing orgasms that Harry gave me tonight just drove me insane.

Harry finally came back with a wet washcloth. "Let's clean you up," he said, then wiped his cum on my butt cheeks.

"Aw," I whimpered when he touched the area where he spanked me with his hand earlier. It still stings.

"Sorry," he murmured apologetically. He continued to clean me up, then threw the washcloth in the bin near my bed. "Do you still have the gel I gave you?"

"Yeah."

"Where is it?"

"First drawer," I told him, pointing to the bedside table.

He got up again and opened the drawer, then took the small tube. He gave that aloe vera gel to me after our encounter in the gym.

He started to apply some gel on my ass. The stinging was slowly replaced with the cool feeling.

My stomach seemed to flutter while he was doing that. He didn't do this to me before, he just gave me some ice and told me to apply the gel when we did the same thing at the gym.

"Alright, you can lie on your back now," he said.

I did, pulling the sheets over me to cover myself. "Thanks."

"Not yet done. Give me your wrists."

I stretched my hands to him. They were still shaking a little. He applied the gel around my wrist where the handkerchief was tied earlier, then eyed my chest. "Does it hurt?" he asked, pointing at the reddish mark his teeth left on my cleavage.

"No, don't worry," I smiled.

He smiled back and pinched my chin lightly. "Go to sleep, Jade. It's nearly three," he said, then stood up and grabbed his boxers from the floor and wore them.

"Are you leaving?" I asked. I bit my lip after throwing the question. I should not be asking it, of course he would leave. He didn't have any reason to stay.

Harry gazed at me, and I couldn't read his reaction. He's like, thinking.

God. He's probably thinking that I'm being clingy and shit.