Help Wanted [*Complete*]

10

"Sir will on occasion require the submissive to wear his scent or mark upon them. Carrying Sir's ejaculate inside of them or on their skin should be considered something to be proud of as it shows Sir wishes for others to know that the submissive is owned."

Mr. Emery and I said good bye to Thomas outside of the building before getting into the town car. Sitting proved to be a problem, highlighting the ache of my bottom. Though in truth that pain was probably the only thing keeping me awake. The lack of aftercare stood out in my mind as I continuously stole glances at Mr. Emery as the car rode through the city.

Silent as always, Mr. Emery touched me more than he usually did as we took the elevator up to his place. He kept brushing his fingertips with mine, but never once did he lace our fingers together. The simple gesture read nothing short of him flirting with the idea of taking my hand. If he did it would have been earth shattering. I couldn't stop myself from grinning. It was like being thirteen again sitting next to your first crush on the bus and neither of you quite know how to navigate the terrain which is so familiar and so vastly foreign. Ultimately, he never followed through but that constant touching continued.

When the doors opened he led me up to his bathroom on the second floor. Like the rest of the place it had an amazing view of the city but the colors were dark while little warm hued lights hung from the ceiling on black wire. In the middle of the room was a large black marble tub.

For the first time in a week I found myself unsure about what Mr. Emery wanted from me as he started the water. It was an odd position to be in, I'd never had a Dom do anything for me before. My experience had only been quick barked orders and my happy acquiescence. It was different and left me feeling somewhat confused.

He tested the water and smiled before beckoning me over. My footsteps were slow, I could now feel the outline of every blow he dealt me.

"Is this your first time being bathed?" He asked as he stood, and sought out the zipper at the back of my dress. He unfastened it without waiting for my reply.

"Yes, Sir."

"Clearly your other Doms were idiots." He smirked and continued to strip me.

You could say that again.

"Now it's your turn, undress me."

I faced him and smoothed the expensive jacket off his shoulders, the fabric of his white shirt was softer than I anticipated. When I reached for the buttons he stopped me, grabbing my hands.

"No, use your teeth," his soft guiding tone sending shivers down my spine.

With a swallow, I nodded and did as told. It took ten times alone for me to undo one button, but I eventually managed to get them all—occasionally leaving lipstick smears behind.

"You'll improve," he whispered reassuringly as he stroked my bottom lip with his thumb, gently urging me to my knees before him with that hand. "Now, my pants." His voice was tight with expectation. "Same as before, no hands."

The leather of his belt was salty in my mouth, but that wasn't where I focused. Nope, I was kneeling before Mr. Emery, close enough to his cock that I could feel the heat coming off it through the dark fabric of his neatly pressed slacks. His breathing deepened as he pet my hair, while the button and the little slide tab gave me problems. His patience was comforting.

"There you go." He purred as I finally got them undone, leaving only the zipper behind. The pants slipped down his legs, he leaned down to kiss my forehead. "Good girl," he praised me before slipping his underwear off his hips. He stepped out of his shoes and socks easily enough and wordlessly got in the bath.