I’m still catching my breath when firm hands release me from the rope. He massages my wrists in silence then brings them to my sides. He retreats for a couple of minutes, then I sense his return.
“Sit up for me,” he instructs. His voice is neither harsh nor gentle. He’s settled for a middle ground that throws me into even more confusion.
I raise myself up, and he slips something around my shoulders. My robe. I push my arms through the sleeves and secure the belt.
“I’m going to take you back now. Don’t remove the blindfold until I tell you to.”
Questions crowd my brain, but I nod. “Okay.”
He lifts me into his arms easily, and I’m once again intimate with hard abs and tensile strength. When he starts to walk I reach out, intending to secure my arm around his neck.
He freezes. “No.”
I snatch my hand away. “Umm…sorry.”
“I won’t let you fall, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“The blindfold. It’s just…I’m not used to it.”
“It won’t be on for much longer,” he rasps as he resumes walking.
Too much has happened to me tonight. I don’t possess the brain power to ponder if he means that statement in reference to right now or to the immediate future. His strides are sure and fast as he heads for the wing where I slept last night. The fact that he doesn’t need to open or close doors makes me wonder if there’s someone else aiding him. I skitter away from that thought. I have enough things on my mind to drive me crazy.
He enters what I assume to be my bedroom and the sound of running water mingled with the scent of bath salts permeates the air. The sound grows louder as we enter the bathroom.
“A bath will help with any discomfort.”
He lowers me down and takes the robe off my shoulders. He takes my hand and leads me a few steps to the edge of the tub. “Test the temperature.”
I bend cautiously and touch the warm water. “It’s fine.”
He picks me up and gently places me in the tub and holds on to my hands. “Sit down.”
I lower myself in, and give a small moan when the water and bubbles engulf me. The scent is a heavenly mix of lavender, eucalyptus and aloe. He lets go of my hands, and I lower them to the water to resist the temptation to indulge in one brief touch.
He helps me remove the diamond necklace and earrings, but he doesn’t leave immediately after. My breath freezes, and I know I’m dying for him to tell me to remove the blindfold. When he doesn’t say anything for a full minute, I tilt my head toward him.
“Q?”
“Goodnight, Lucky. Stephanie is nearby. If you need help call for her. Let her know how you feel tomorrow. If you need medical attention it’ll be provided.”
My insides recoil. I’m proud of myself for not letting it show on the outside. But I’m also kicking myself for entertaining the thought that there could ever be a connection between us.#p#分页标题#e#
I’m here to be fucked ten ways to Sunday, every hour of every day if he chooses. Whatever extra-curricular scenarios my brain is conjuring up needs to be stopped. Right now.
“Goodnight, Q.”
He leaves immediately. Only the possibility that there could be hidden cameras in the bathroom stops me from removing the blindfold the moment the bathroom door shuts. Five minutes go by before I hear a soft click.
“You can take the blindfold off now.”
I release the clasp and blink in the thankfully low light of the beautifully decorated bathroom. I stare at the blindfold, a million more question piling on the ones already crowding my brain, but one punches through.
The possibility that Q isn’t doing this for himself.
That all this has been staged for someone else’s benefit scrambles my brain.
The soothing water of the Jacuzzi begins to work on my overused muscles. I toss the blindfold on the vanity and relax in the water, then I weigh the pros and cons of tonight in my mind.
Pro. He fucks hard and he is borderline insatiable. But he’s not a sadist. He seems to be considerate and cares about my comfort.
Con. He’s not a sadist. But the potential is there.
I pick up a sponge and wash myself. When I touch myself between the legs, my breath shudders out and my mind loops back to the final fucking.
That brief exhibition of a darker character lurking in the shadows scared the crap out of me. My instincts warned me to tread carefully with Q. I ignore that warning at my own peril.
I linger in the bath until the water turns cool. The temptation to warm it up again and linger for a while longer is strong. But I’m worn out and can’t risk falling asleep in the bath.