Page 12 of Luxe

The flickering candle cast dancing shadows on the walls as I twisted it back and forth, gathering more wax on its tip. With my other hand, I slid my fingers inside her, exploring the soft, wet folds of her sex while my thumb pressed against her sensitive clit in slow circles. I blew out the candle and carelessly dropped it onto the cold cement floor, not wanting to break the intensity between us. I’d clean it up later.

Crawling onto the bed, I positioned myself between her legs and lined up with her entrance. With a forceful thrust, I plunged deep inside her. She let out a loud cry of pleasure just as Ian’s voice crackled through my earpiece, summoning me upstairs in ten minutes.Fuck.

Determined to make the most of our limited time, I picked up the pace and began thrusting into her rapidly. Her body responded eagerly, her pussy clamping down on my cock as if trying to swallow me whole. Waves of ecstasy washed over us both as we reached our climax together, my hot release spilling deep inside her vulnerable body.

Once I was spent, I untied her ankles and wrists, then took off her headphones and uncovered her eyes. She peered up at me with a wide grin as I lay next to her., stroking her perfect thigh.

“Can I please touch your face, sir?” she asked. I nodded, and she lifted her hand, stroking my jaw. “That was fucking amazing,” she whispered before trailing her eyes down to her body, discovering the red wax.

“I guess you can take more than I thought,” I half-joked.

Her gaze met mine with a snap. “I fucking loved it, si?—”

My lips crashed into hers, cutting her sentence off. Our tongues danced as we melted into one another’s embrace before I could peel myself away. Hand cupping her cheek, I searched her eyes. “Same time tomorrow?”

9

SEXT

ROXY

It was just after 3:00 a.m. when I arrived home from work. The downtown lights outside my apartment illuminated my bedroom, casting shadows against the walls. As usual, it would take me a few hours to wind down from my evening. Often, the adrenaline from my job still flooded through my veins when I got home, making it difficult to fall asleep. So, I’d indulge in one of my favorite self-care rituals; a hot bath with lavender Epsom salt. Jade taught me about those and said they were essential to winding down. She wasn’t wrong.

As I meandered into the bathroom, with myspa musicplaylist coming through my phone speaker, I balanced it on the edge of the soaker tub. On the ledge next to it sat a black matchbook with the Club Euphoria logo emblazoned on it. With a small smile, I struck a match and lit the two candles, one vanilla, one lavender, that were perched on either side of the tub. After blowing out the match and dimming the overhead lights, I shed my long soft robe and slipped into the steaming water.

The heat was almost unbearable, but it was exactly how I liked it. Sinking deeper into the tub, I closed my eyes and let myself fully relax. My job at Luxe was demanding and fast-paced, constantly keeping me on my feet. It was moments like these, surrounded by flickering candlelight and immersed in soothing scents, that allowed me to unwind and escape from it all.

Tonight was extra relaxing. A portion of my evening had been spent with Nico. Our nightly routine had become my favorite thing about my job. I loved spending time with him, and I loved that our relationship had no pressure that came along with it. I’d been loving every second of him teaching me about being a submissive, and tonight drove me insane.

Even when I lay vulnerable on the bed, restrained by his hands, I felt an unshakable sense of strength and control. He pushed me to explore my boundaries, and I willingly placed my trust in him, knowing that he would never hurt me was a significant triumph for me, especially after everything I had endured at the hands of the Knight family’s enemies. But with Nico, there was never a moment of fear or doubt. In his presence, I found solace and security that eluded me for so long.

My phone buzzing on the edge of the tub caused my eyes to spring open. I looked at the screen and saw his name with a new text message. Reaching for the hand towel that I always kept nearby, I dried my hands while noting the time — thirty minutes had already gone by. With a sigh, I stood up and drained the tub before stepping into the shower to wash off. After drying myself again, I picked up my phone and opened the message.

You didn’t text me to let me know you got home ok.

Sorry

I got home and got sidetracked

I know you worry about me

Maybe I should just make you move in with me.

haha

That’d be fun

Yeah it would be then I could keep you safe all the time.

You mean we’d be Dom and sub all the time not just at Luxe

Isn’t that breaking your rules

SIR

He was thoughtful. It’d been our agreement since I was released from the hospital: A simple text each night to let him know I was safely home; whether I was out with friends or now, home from work. But tonight, as I walked through the door, I forgot. And it was the first time I’d ever made that mistake. One I wouldn’t make again. I knew how worried he’d always been about my wellbeing.

Behave

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