“It’s our pleasure to take care of you, pretty boy, so let us.” As if to prove his point, Ares leaned forward, his grip tightening slightly. His tongue swept over my chin and traced my lower lip, licking up the stray trickles of cum I’d missed. I groaned at the contact. The gesture shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.
“You’re obscene,” Owen commented when Ares pulled away, but there wasn’t an ounce of judgment in his voice. If anything, he sounded amused.
“You like it, old man,” Ares retorted with a laugh.
Owen’s knee gently bumped into the back of my thigh, and I went willingly. He guided me across the penthouse, into a large bedroom, and right through to the lavish bathroom. The warmth and weight of his body against mine vanished, leaving me suddenly cold and uncomfortable. I leaned against a wall and just watched the grace with which he moved around the wide space. He flipped on a dim light and a candle warmer that glowed softly in the corner. A phone sat on the counter that he spent a moment tapping and swiping the screen until quiet instrumental music filled the air. The familiar piano melody elicited a content sigh from me.
“This is my favorite song,” I said.
“I know,” Owen replied. His gaze flicked once in my direction as he headed toward the walk-in shower. I chewed on my lower lip, digesting that little piece of information. He knew my favorite song.
And the reality of that was that he was the Conductor. He was the man who’d broken into my apartment.
That should’ve bothered me more than it did.
“Get out of your head, Liam,” he ordered gently from inside the shower. That was so much easier said than done, but maybe he knew that. He turned a knob, and a wide spray of water fell from an overhead rainfall plate. Steam filled the bathroom, and I watched the way it fogged up the mirrors. The heat seeped easily through my relaxed muscles. His deep voice interrupted my thoughts as he leaned out the glass door, holding a hand out to me. “Come join me.”
I took it, and he pulled me inside the warm shower. The steady overhead fall of water was an unusual, all-consuming experience. I was used to crappy, low-end shower heads. This was luxurious in a way that I didn’t even realize existed. Owen rotated me and put my back to his broad chest. I couldn’thelp the little sigh that escaped me. There was something inexplicable about his presence—something that made me feel safe and wanted. But it was more than that. It was a feeling I couldn’t put words to, but I liked it. Maybe that was the haze of the experience, but I did.
“Step forward, eyes closed,” Owen said gently. His hand gripped my hip as he nudged me forward out of the water. I listened to him grab something off a shelf in the corner—probably soap. A squirt was followed by his fingers threading through my hair.
“Did you read all of the terms and conditions on the release forms you signed?” Owen asked while he massaged shampoo into my scalp. Tilting my head back, I popped open one eye to glance up at him. “I’ll take that as a no. You should be reading things before you sign them, Liam.”
“To be fair, I was a little drunk when I filled it all out,” I admitted, embarrassed.
“Mhmm.” The sound he made was one of disappointment—one that made my heart sink. I didn’t want him to think less of me for one dumb moment. “Eyes closed, baby, and keep your head back for me.”
I did as he asked and held still as he walked me back enough to rinse the shampoo out of my hair, his fingers scraping deliciously against my scalp.
“A section of the paperwork you signed gave your assigned Architect or handler the ability to deliver items to you before this experience personally,” he explained. “And I wasn’t about to leave them on your doorstep. The traffic in your building is never-ending, and I didn’t trust your neighbors.”
“Oh.” That made sense. I did have some nosy neighbors. Still, I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he wasn’t actually supposed to break in.
And yet, his dedication turned me on—a sensation I felt deep in my balls and made my dick thicken slightly.
“I wanted to make sure you got everything, Liam. I wanted you to have a reminder of what was waiting for you. I wanted to make sure you knew what you had to look forward to.” Owen’s hands lingered on my shoulders for a moment longer, his thumbs pressing in methodical circles at the base of my neck.
I remained still with my heart pounding loudly in my ears. His proximity did something to me. Was this normal? To feel this way about the person coordinating an experience? Or was this something else?
“Turn around for me and step back, baby,” he said with an evenness in his voice that made me feel like he was simply leading me through the steps that he’d planned. His palms slid down my upper arms, and he rotated me to face him as he led me right back out of the water. The brush of his skin against mine sent a quiet thrill through me. He grabbed the body wash off the shelf and filled the palm of his hand. His intense eye contact never broke as he lathered it to thick suds.
His hands were slick as they glided over my shoulders and down my chest in thorough strokes. I couldn’t help but lean into his touch. Every pass was deliberate as he took his time with me. My skin prickled under his touch, and my breath hitched in my throat as his hands moved lower. They slid over my stomach and circled over my sides. The gentle brush of his palms over my ribs sent sparks down my spine, and liquid heat swirled in my core, making my cock stir.
He lowered down onto his knees in front of me and lightly nudged my knee.
“Spread your legs apart a little bit for me, baby,” Owen said, his voice low and gentle and almost lost in the rush of water. My palm hit the wall as his hands worked over my ankle and lifted my foot off the floor. His fingers worked into my muscles,massaging briefly, before he set my foot down. He switched sides, giving the other foot the same attention before he worked his way up my leg.
The position was intimate in a way that made my chest constrict. I wasn’t used to being cared for like this. His touch moved inward, washing the sensitive skin on my inner thigh. I tensed with anticipation as his fingers skimmed upward, and he carefully palmed my balls, rolling them in his fingers as he cleaned them.
“Does that feel good, Liam?” he asked, his gaze lifting to collide with mine. My breath caught in my throat as I nodded. “Good.”
He released my balls only to wrap his hand around my half-hard cock. His fist lazily skated over my length in deliberate strokes, coating it in soap. A quiet groan escaped me, my eyes sliding shut, as I continued to thicken in his hand as he worked me base to tip. Owen didn’t stop or speed up. He kept the motion gentle as my body caught up with how much I wanted him all over again.
“Look at you… ready to go all over again,” he murmured, and I let out a sound of agreement. “Has anyone ever told you how pretty your cock is, baby?”
My eyes snapped open at that, my lips parting slightly in surprise. Those were two words that didn’t belong together—at least I thought they didn’t. That didn’t stop the deep flush that rose in my cheeks, or how my dick twitched in his hand.
The slow smile that spread across his face was sexy and dangerous, making my heart stutter.
