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Timber growls, then speeds up. He’s grunting now, and there’s something feral about the noises he’s making. It’s like we’re animals mating. Fucking. And God, that’s so good. So right.

In the distance, I hear the door to the roof open. Someone’s up here. Timber freezes.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper.

He chuckles quietly. “What a naughty boy you are.”

It’s praise. I can hear it in his voice.

He thrusts into me again. Someone could be watching us, and Timber’s still pounding into me. They can hear us come together, hear the squish of my slick. My vision goes white, and I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming as I clamp down hard on his cock and come onto the wall of the balcony. I take in a desperate gasp because the orgasm is so long, I don’t have control over myself. A quiet growl comes from his powerful body and he gives me a few long, powerful thrusts.

Footsteps echo behind us, and the door opens again, slamming shut a second later.

Timber laughs. It makes his cock move inside me, far more gently than before. A tickle, really. It’s nice. Comforting. “I think we’re going to have a good time together, you and I,” he says. He sounds happy.

I made Timber happy.

The pleasure that spreads through my body is better than an orgasm. Maybe this is the afterglow everyone talks about. Or maybe it’s because I pleased my Daddy. I didn’t realize how good that would feel.

“Would it be alright if we went back to our room?” I ask. I hold back the wordsand cuddle. I want aftercare more than anything right now, but I’m afraid to ask for it—afraid I’ll ruin the moment if I do.

“Yes. I want to bathe you in that big tub. With warm water, I promise. Otherwise that poor ass of yours is going to smart something fierce.”

I relax. Timber’s going to take care of me. Why did I even question that?

“Was it everything you wanted, baby boy?” he asks.

I smile. “Yes. Yes, it was.”

8

Timber

I slowly run a washcloth over Andrew’s arm. He’s laying inside the tub with his eyes closed, on the verge of sleep. I expected him to be insatiable at this point. That’s what the articles on bond aches suggested would happen. I’m not sure why he’s so relaxed. Maybe because it was his first time? Or maybe it’s because I was so rough with him? He can really take a pounding.

I’m proud of him.

If he were my scene partner, I’d discuss working with him again and doing more intense kink. The chemistry between us is wild, and the way he stopped me in the beginning, just to check that he could, was beautiful. It was like watching someone blossom right in front of me. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d stop me if I took things too far. It gave me this heady sense of freedom I rarely experience while filming.

Sometimes subs feel pressured to do too much in the fear that they won’t be hired again if they use their safe word. It’s difficult to truly let go unless I’ve worked with someone multiple times, and I understand their limits well.

Sex with Andrew is so much better than the sex I have at work. It makes me wonder if I’ve been in the business too long.

I’ve never been with a sub who made me feel like that.

“Are you ready for bed? Or would you like to read to me?”

His eyes fly open. “Read to you? Can I really?”

Damn, if he doesn’t make me smile more than I have in years.

“Yes. Ready to get out?” The water is beginning to cool. In a few minutes, it won’t be comfortable for him anymore.

He grasps the sides of the tub. I stand up and lean down to kiss the top of his wet head.

“I’ll get you out.”

I tuck my hands underneath his armpits and lift him up. He’s still a little shaky from holding so still for me earlier. I grab a towel from a nearby rack, and wrap it around his shoulders, rubbing my hands up and down his arms.

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