Page 74 of Masked in Deception
I’m expecting to see anger in his brown eyes, like he would know who I was thinking about, and kick me out. But they’re kind as always after a scene as he pets my hair and rubs my back. He lifts me and walks us to the bathroom.
“My perfect girl,” he coos, kissing my temple, “you did so well. I’m so proud of you. You took it all beautifully. Such a good fucking girl.”
As he draws my bath, I realize I’m not going to be able to stop my tears from returning, both from the release and endorphin rush, but also from shame and confusion and exhaustion of how jumbled I am right now.
“Hey, hey…” He crouches down once I’m in the bath, seeing how upset I really am. “What is it? Does something hurt?”
“N…no…” I sniffle. “No, I’m great. I think it’s just a big crash tonight. I’m okay.”
He washes my hair in silence, strong hands massaging my scalp and relaxing me enough to stop my sobs, if not my tears. Finally, he goes to get my snacks and has my fruit and cheese tray prepped, ready to feed me, when I have to stop him.
“Thank you, but…I…can you…” I take a deep, watery breath. “I think I’d like to be alone, please. I’ll get out of the bath soon, and I promise to eat, but. Please? Nothing you’ve done, just me. I need to get my head on straight. I think the worst of the crash is over. You can have the desk worker check on me if I’m not out in twenty. But I’m okay, I swear.”
I see the hurt flash across his eyes before he masks it. He gives me a searching glance before nodding. “If you’re sure. But I’m sending them in here in fifteen.” He stands to leave before turning back to give me a lingering kiss on the forehead. “Thank you, pet, for tonight. And for everything.”
I stand from the bath, ready to get dressed as soon as I hear the outer door click shut, and make my way to my pile of clean clothes. On my way, though, I’m stopped short by another plate he had prepared for me, after my fruit was eaten.Chocolate. All kinds.Including my favorite truffles, and that’s the last straw.
I steel myself to get past the desk without freaking them out, assuring them I was happy and healthy and nothing untoward had happened, and I collapse into my car before pulling out the truffles. As soon as one hits my tongue, my tears are back. I’m missing my masked man already and wishing he had blue eyes.
Chapter fifty-five
Sir:
Good morning, pet. How are you feeling after last night?
Pet:
I’m okay. It was a lot. I didn’t expect to crash that hard.
Sir:
I’m not surprised. I edged you for hours, and you took a lot of pain. Would you tell me if it had been too much?
Pet:
I think so, yes. It never was. I enjoyed it all. I feel unsettled today, though.
Sir:
Did you finish eating your snacks yesterday?
Pet:
Wasn’t very hungry so didn’t eat much of it.
Sir:
Please try to eat three good meals today and stay hydrated.
We don’t want you to pass out from anything but pleasure.
Pet:
Did you enjoy yesterday? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?
I was so floaty by the end that I’m not sure what I was even saying.
Sir:
