Vow of Surrender

Chapter Sixteen

The next morning, Adam woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. He was still in Caedance's bed, and the memories of the night before resonated in his head. She wasn't next to him anymore, and he lay on his back, still mesmerized by their encounter. They had agreed to wait two weeks before taking things further, and they hadn't lasted two days.

The more he woke up, the more he felt the beating his body had taken. His ass was sore from the flogging. His thigh burned from the cilice, his wrists were bruised from the shackles. There were scratches from her nails on his back and chest. Red marks from the flogger and the crop.

He smiled, proud of his marks.  He welcomed the aches and pains because it was proof it was all real and not a fantasy.

"Ugh, I need to pee."

He looked around for his clothes but couldn't find them. He didn't want to streak through her house, but it wasn't like she hadn't seen everything.

slipping out of the covers, he shuffled across the room and opened the door, poking his head out. He didn't hear her anywhere, so he couldn't ask where to go.

"Guess I'm streaking after all."

He bolted down the hall, pushing each door open until he saw a sink . When he went inside, he could hear the shower going. He almost forgot about his plight as the thought of Caedance in the shower flooded his mind.

"No. Stop while you're ahead."

Adam quietly lifted the lid and did his business. All the while, Caedance was humming to herself. When he finished, he flushed then closed the lid. As he started washing his hands, he stared at his reflection. His body was in worse shape than he thought. But he loved what he saw. He felt alive.

Then the door slid open.

"Hey, you're awake!" Caedance said, cheerful as usual.

"Ah, yes! Sorry if I boiled you in there."

"Not at all. Want to join me?"

Blood rushed to his groin, and he covered himself. He found it disrespectful to be aroused in front of a woman if there was no intention of making love.

"You sure?" he asked. "I thought . . ."

"Mr. Drake. Get in here before I drag you in."

She didn't have to ask him twice. He dropped his hands and stepped in. She shut the door and resumed washing her hair.

The shower was impressive. There were two shower heads, one in front and one in back. The tile was dark grey. It was designed to fit two people and had a bar along the wall for support.

"How long have you been up?" he asked.

"Not long. My friend called and wants to do yoga and brunch in an hour."

"That reminds me, I need to visit my brother in law so the timing is perfect."

Caedance turned around and grabbed a loofa, pouring soap over it and squishing it to a lather. She then began washing him.

"I did a number on you, huh?"

"Yes, My Lady. I appreciate it."

She chuckled, moving the loofa down his stomach then over his thighs. He closed his eyes, praying she would touch him where he wanted.

"Am I driving you crazy?" she asked.

He looked down at her, his heart pounding as he saw how close her face was to his member. He wanted to know what the pretty mouth felt like.