Page 80 of Enthrall Secrets
“I heard the water running.”
“I didn’t mean to wake you. There’s another bathroom down the hall. To the left.”
He went silent again.
We were such opposites and yet…
My mind carried me back to those moments of us in Chrysalis’s dungeon, a mistress and sub whose chemistry was undeniable, an undercurrent of passion taut with its denial. That need to touch him was an extraordinary vortex that I yearned to be drawn into.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have bothered you,” he said.
“Do you want to bathe with me?”
He twisted the door handle and stepped in, blinking as his gaze swept over my breasts and down to my sex. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.” He spun round and faced the door. “Sorry.”
“Look at me.”
He combed his fingers through his hair. “Not sure what I was thinking. Bit impulsive. It’s been a long day.”
I recalled how he’d reacted during our session, how in the quiet moments he’d pined to be touched by me, caressed and stroked to the point of pleasure.
“Would you like to fuck me?” I whispered it.
“We both know that’s impossible.” He started to leave.
“Wait.” I stepped forward and touched his back to encourage him to turn around.
Slowly, he faced me.
I rested my palm against his face. “Try not to think so much.”
Working on his shirt buttons first, I began to undress him and he relaxed a little as I unzipped his pants. He slid them off along with his underwear and socks, throwing everything in the corner.
His cock really was a thing of beauty, even as it hung between his thighs in a testament to his pain, unable to be aroused.
Ethan reached out and caressed my left breast, running a finger over the sensitized nipple. “God, you’re stunning.”
I let my gaze sweep over his nakedness in appreciation, showing him how gorgeous he was to me.
I gestured to the bath.
He climbed in and then reached out to take my hand, guiding me as I stepped in to join him. I stood in the welcome warmth and turned my back on him. Water swooshed around us as we sat down. I laid my back against his chest and my legs between his. He wrapped his arms around me.
“See how nice this is?” I reached for the sponge and caressed his calf.
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes.”
“I mean touch you.”
“I’m not going to come, Ethan.” I turned to look at him.
“Even if I want you to?”
“No. It doesn’t seem fair for me to come if you don’t.”
“It’s payback, baby,” he said with a Cary Grant accent. “You’ve been flaunting your beauty since I’ve met you.”
