Truly, deeply, loved it.
Even in the most intense scenes, I’d catch her smiling. And right now, with her makeup washed away and tears streaming down her blushing face, she was grinning like she was the luckiest woman alive.
Her joy was contagious.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi, baby.”
“How was…your day?”
“Better by the second.”
Jekyll got up from her knees and cuddled up next to Zero. I reached up to the hook above Ophelia’s head and pulled the rope off of it. Her hands were still bound together, but she was free to drop them now. She collapsed like something boneless into my arms.
“Thank you for taking care of my girl,” I told Jekyll.
Jekyll looked pleased. She sprawled on top of Zero, lightly petting the hair on his chest. “She’s a joy. Anytime.”
“Do you two need anything? Water? Snacks?”
She shook her head. “We’re good.” Like my Ophelia, the pair looked sex-dazed and content.
I tucked Ophelia’s hair back. “I appreciate you for warming her up for me.”
Ophelia’s eyes went wide. “What do you mean,warming up?” I lifted her into my arms. She squeaked, legs kicking. “Sir!What do you mean?”
Ophelia and I closed the club down that night.
We played and fucked for hours. Dawn’s sunlight was breaking through the heavy curtains by time I carried Ophelia downstairs to the aftercare room. Ophelia sighed, content as a milk-fed kitten in my arms, and I made her comfortable in a cocoon of blankets.
Everyone had left. Princess had gone to bed. It was just the two of us now.
I got Ophelia a cup and carafe of warm water. I sat on the pillows beneath us, cradled her in my lap, and fed her from the cup first, small sips at a time. Then, I took a cloth, dabbed it in the bathing water, and I began cleaning her skin. I washed the streaks from her face. The damp sweat from her skin. I took the cloth between her legs and gently wiped the cum and fluids from her puffy sex and her sticky thighs. Ophelia leaned into every touch, tilting this way and that to give me better access, spreading her thighs wide when I moved lower.
“Did you know Zero is pierced?” she asked.
“I’m aware. Did you enjoy it?”
She bit her lip. “Yeah. A lot.”
“Then I’m glad you got to experience that once in your life, because you’re not getting it from me.”
She fluttered her eyelashes. “What if I ask really pretty?”
“Ask for something else.”
I dunked the washcloth again. I’d cleaned her, and now I was just getting those spots that felt good. I wiped the cloth over the back of her neck. Behind her ears. She hummed. “I love mandatory pamper Ophelia time.”
“I thought it was mandatory cuddle time?”
“The title’s been upgraded. Try to keep up, Sir.”
She rested her head on my chest. She looked up at me with those wide, trusting eyes. She was so sweet like this, so soft, and I?—
I love her.
I almost said it. The words almost tumbled out.
