Page 111 of For the Sub

After letting out a small breath, she smiled at him, conveying her gratitude.

He nodded sharply, dismissing her.

D/s.

She wouldn’t want her life any other way.

Now that she was completely out of energy, she made her way to the bedroom, where she discarded her clothing, then snagged her robe on the way to the oversize bathtub.

Maybe fifteen minutes later, when he walked in, she was soaking up to her chin, feeling grateful the hot water heater hadn’t run out like it might have at her house.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, wearing nothing other than a towel.

It hadn’t taken her long to learn there was no such thing as privacy with this Dom. If she were truthful with herself, she’d admit that was one of the things she enjoyed most about him.

“You do know what day this is?”

“Friday,” she said. “Why?”

“We talked about you bathing me becoming a weekly, perhaps Friday night ritual.”

“I recall.” Warmth spread through her. “And if you want me to, Sir, of course I will.”

“But you look too relaxed to move.”

Barely lifting her head, she grinned at him. “It’s your fault for treating me like a princess.”

“I’ll treat you like something else after the event,” he said.

“Is that a promise, Sir?”

“Most certainly is.”

She exhaled her satisfaction. “Mmm.” He filled her every submissive desire.

“Can I get you another champagne?”

“Only if you want my undying gratitude.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He produced a glass from behind his back.

“You’re full of tricks, Master Niles.” With a squeal of delight, she accepted it and took a sip.

“And now,” he said dramatically, “for my next trick…”

He dropped the towel.

His cock was erect, and it made her suck in a breath. “That’s hardly a trick, Master Niles. It seems like it’s more of an everyday occurrence. Maybe every hour.”

“A little appreciation, if you please, beautiful Brandy?”

“It’s definitely impressive, even if it happens all the time,” she replied with a giggle.

He left the room for a moment only to return with a glass for himself. Then he climbed into the tub with her.

“You don’t have work to do?” she asked, moving to make room for him.

“Nothing is more important than spending time with you.” He took a drink from the flute he’d brought for himself. “How was your afternoon?”

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