Blindfolded [Complete]

Comforted

I wonder how am I supposed to casually slip in the question as to why he suddenly quit the escort company. Or more importantly how come he decided to join it back. Well, atleast that would seem remotely a reasonable query as opposed to giving him the third degree about who the fuck was that dude in the red car.

Well, let's be completely honest here, the real question that has plagued me all week was who the hell was the person chomping down on his neck?

I know, I know, it's ridiculous to be this upset seeing how I already know Arthit was a professional escort. He had probably already slept with a whole host of people I knew nothing about. And yet seeing one of his potential clients up close had somehow left me annoyed and confused and irritated and most importantly jealous.

I ran a frustrated hand through my hair as I turned on the tap for the large tub. Whatever conversation I so desperately wanted to have with him, without managing to actually reveal my identity, needed to wait until later.

Waiting for the water to gush out for a few beats before generously pouring healing salts in the tub, I double-checked that everything was ready for Arthit before my impatient feet hurried back to the room. And although I was gone for barely a few minutes I wanted to rush back as quickly as possible. Entering the room as softly as possible I was slightly taken aback at Arthit still crouching on the bed, having not moved even an inch.

It wasn't until I placed a light hand on his shoulder I felt him flinch at my mere touch before he visibly relaxed the next second against my palm. Raising a discrete arm he tried to wipe away at his tear streaked cheeks, his attempt at sitting up on the bed only making him flinch harder with pain.

"I...I'm sorry...I was just...I was just about to leave."

Leave?

Why would he leave already? He obviously must know every session ended with atleast a couple hours of aftercare.

I frowned at his slightly odd behavior before I bent down lower towards him.

"Well, not just yet. I'm going to carry you now ok? Hold onto me tight."

"Wh...what?"

I slipped my arms under his knees and back as I scooped him up bridal style, his own arms suddenly clutching at me like I was his lifeboat. His entire body trembling slightly, probably due to a combination of floating in the air blindfolded, having to put complete trust in the strength of my grip, and partly due to the intense experience he had just gone through.

"Where...are we going?"

"To the hot tub of course."

"Oh?"

I looked down at him once again, fresh tears still making their way down his cheeks as he pressed an overheating forehead against my chest, while sucking in multiple deep gulps of breath to curb his racing heart. His actions only making me frown a little deeper.

Although it wasn't that uncommon to feel a little emotional after a session involving any amount of pain, I had never experienced anyone look just so...vulnerable. The way Arthit was shaking in my arms one would think I had unleashed my full wrath on the poor boy instead of the short fifteen minute spanking we just had cause I was too horny to even function the second I had seen him naked. In the short walk towards the upstairs bathroom, Arthit had yet to even raise his head, keeping it completely buried in my body. How was he so entirely different for nearly everyone from the company I had been with before? Most of them were hands down leagues more experienced than even I was. And then there was Arthit. Trembling like a new born fawn.

As we approached the tub, I clutched his body tighter against me as I dipped my toe in the heated water to check the temperature before I carefully lowered him inside. I reached out to brush aside the sweaty lock of hair shrouding his forehead. Clearing my throat once more to deepen it before I spoke again.