Page 6 of Becoming His

Mywholebodyfeelslimp, my muscles are so relaxed, and my head is clear. I want to move but can’t, so I just lay there.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, little one.” He lifts me, and I hang loosely in his arms as he carries me to the bathroom.

Aiden sets me on my feet, and I watch as he turns the shower on and grabs some bottles that are sitting on the counter.

“You brought your own stuff?” I ask, my throat hoarse.

He hums. “Yeah, I’ve discovered what I like best and the smells I prefer.”

An unfamiliar ache jolts in my chest. “I thought you hadn't hired before.”

“I haven’t.”

“But you’ve had multiple partners?”

He moves me gently into the shower, letting the warm water beat along my back as he stands before me. Everything about Aiden Blackwell is dark: his midnight-colored hair, his onyx eyes, and his stoic expression. His hands cup my face and tilt my head back enough to wet my hair but keep the streams of water from reaching my eyes.

“A few. Most have been relationships that developed naturally.”

A small moan escapes as he massages my scalp, a faint tropical scent relaxing my body. My breasts rub against his hard chest as he steps closer. My hands rest on his waist as he washes my hair.

“Have you had a Dom outside of when one is paying for your time?”

I stiffen, and his hands pause where they are buried near the back of my neck. Squeezing my eyes, I exhale.

“Yeah, a long time ago.” But none of my Doms have put in the much effort he has in the short time we’ve had together.

Aiden hums. When he moves on to soaping up my body without a word, I realize he will not push me for an answer. His thick fingers move gently, squeezing the sore muscles as he washes away our misdeeds, and I stand there silently.

“Do you always take care of your subs after?” I ask quietly.

He sighs, grabbing the detachable shower head and washing the soap from my slick body. We both watch as the suds slowly glide down the curves of my breasts and hips. It’s almost like he dreads saying something.

“No. If I had decided we weren’t compatible, I wouldn’t have removed your blindfold, nor would I have stayed.”

I blink, my nose scrunching up. “That’s why you removed the blindfold? Because you decided we were…compatible.”

A soft tap of my ass has me looking up at the smug look on his face. “That and I wanted to see all of you when you came on my fingers and tongue.”

Huffing, I turn and rub my face in the warm water, scrubbing off whatever mascara has smeared. A muscular arm pulls me into a hard chest, his erection digging into the small of my back. I swallow, knowing if he had fucked me and fucked me hard, I would have been limping home. His lips touch my ear. “Say thank you, Mr. Blackwell.”

My heart skips a beat, pounding so loudly I’m sure he can hear it. I want to tell him where he could shove his thank you now that our scene is over, but I also don’t have the energy to fight him. I turn towards him, my mouth less than an inch from his.

“Thank you, Mr. Blackwell.” The whisper is low and sultry. His dick twitches against me, and I inhale sharply. His tongue peeks out, touching his top lip, and I almost feel the warmth of it before he pulls away.

“You still okay that I don’t have a rougher hand? I’m not that type of Dom.” The uncertainty in his eyes makes my heart beat a little wonky.

I nod. “I don’t mind it if my partner needs to inflict a little pain, but it’s not my preference.”

His grin turns wicked. “Don’t lie to me now, Brina. You were doing so well.”

I startle, taking a step back into the water. No one has ever seen through my mask. I particularly got away with murder when I was a teen, and the police didn’t even blink when they questioned me. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Why don’t you do blowjobs?” He sidetracks instead of pressing.

My chest hollows. “That’s more of a third date question.”

Aiden laughs softly. “Okay, do you want children?”

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