Page 37 of Indecent Demands

Eventually he pulled away and stood, then picked me up and carried me down the dark hall to a bathroom. I hadn’t taken a look in the upstairs bathrooms, only using the one downstairs, but this one had to be the master bath. It had a giant soaking tub and a large glass-walled shower and the walls were bare. The floor, however, was in a beautiful pattern of black and white in marble—the white was the main background but the black swooped and curled, similar to the patterns painted on the walls in the sex room.

He liked abstract, flowing patterns. I thought it interesting, compared to the fact that he was a computer guy. Maybe after spending his days immersed in linear numerical code he wanted something a little more evocative of nature.

“I need to pick out the tiles for the walls,” Seth noted as he turned on the water for the soaking tub and then helped me into it. He gathered up some soap and supplies and brought it over, then climbed in behind me. I leaned into him instantly, like I couldn’t bear not to be touching him.

As the deliciously hot water poured into the tub and Seth continued to hold me, I realized that I had never felt safer in my life. I should’ve felt like I was at my most precarious and vulnerable, like any wrong move could send me to prison or worse. But instead all I felt was contentment. Maybe that was just the amazing sex talking though. All I knew for certain was that I wasn’t going to be able to go back to the kind of mediocre sex I’d had before Seth.

I decided all that was a problem for another day. Right now, I just allowed myself to feel safe.

Chapter15

Seth

Ithink that might have been the most satisfying sex of my life.

Ariana was truly something else. The way her body responded as I edged her over and over… she’d been so into it. The way she’d cried and moaned, the trembling of her body… every one of her responses were so unbelievably hot.

Afterwards, she was a limp, clinging mess, and I loved that just as much. The way she cuddled into me made my heart twist. I was always careful with my aftercare, at least usually. I took care of my submissive because they needed it, and to do anything less would be neglectful and hurtful—possibly even emotionally damaging. But they weren’t my girlfriends and I hadn’t wanted them to be. I hadn’t felt any emotional connection with them.

Ariana though…

I couldn’t think about how my feelings for her were shifting. I just focused on the present and taking care of her.

I settled her into the bath and climbed in with her. For a bit, Ariana was out of it, just relaxing into me while I cleaned us both off and washed her hair. That was normal. It could take a while for the submissive to really come back to themselves. Your body crashed after so many endorphins and you needed to recover. Hell, I needed to recover in my own way.

But after a bit of soaking in the hot water, Ariana stirred in my arms.

“You treat every girl like this?” she murmured huskily. “Or am I just special?”

I chuckled and idly skimmed my fingers down her stomach. “Well, I do take care every time I do this with someone. It’s important to keep you from crashing. Which will happen. Just like you need to rest after doing a hard, physical workout. There’s a lot of emotion involved in this so… you need to protect yourself against a mental crash.”

I didn’t want her to think that she was just another hookup for me, though. “But no, I don’t usually… go quite this far.”

“Lucky me,” Ariana murmured.

She sounded a bit sleepy, and so I tried not to read too much into it. But it warmed my heart all the same.

When the water started to cool, I got out of the tub and grabbed towels, then helped her out and dried her off. “You can wear something of mine. I’ll go to your apartment and get you some more clothes.”

“I can’t come with you?”

“You need to sleep. And you shouldn’t leave the house anyway.” I hated to remind her of our bargain, but I couldn’t risk her trying to get the drop on me or alerting associates—if she had them—that she’d been found out and needed a rescue.

Ariana was enough out of it that she just nodded, and settled back against my chest as I got her wrapped up.

I carried her back to the sex room and laid her down on the bed, then went to my bedroom to pull out some pajamas of mine. They’d be a little big on her, but hopefully in a way that made her feel cozy.

Ariana pulled the pajamas on, and she was in fact swimming in them lengthwise, but the chest filled out more than I would’ve thought on the shirt, thanks to her full breasts, and the pants stayed on her waist because she had those broad hips.

My stomach clenched with renewed heat. I hadn’t expected it to affect me, seeing her in my clothes like this, but it made me feel a bone-deep satisfaction.

Control yourself,I reminded myself, but it felt less certain than the other times I’d said it. My control and emotions were slipping.

Ariana crawled into bed and settled herself in, dropping to sleep immediately. I wasn’t surprised, she was clearly exhausted, but… I was disappointed she didn’t say more of a goodnight.

And then I was angry at myself for being disappointed.

Leaving her, I went downstairs to get some work done to distract myself from Ariana. I didn’t want to do something stupid like crawl into the bed and sleep with her. That would only make things more complicated down the line.

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