Page 136 of Black Light: Cured

I hate being vulnerable like this. I detest showing any sign of weakness, and yet, here’s this

woman that’s able to single-handedly knock me off my feet time and again. It’s both aggravating and

exhilarating.

“Have you eaten?”

Her question breaks my line of thinking. “Not yet.”

“Perfect. Let me draw you a bath and I’ll get started making you some homemade chicken soup.”

“I have maids for that, you know.”

“I know. But you also have a submissive that actually likes to serve. Let me serve you, please.”

The longing in her eyes is stark and cuts deep into my soul. How can I refuse? “Will you join me

in the bath?”

“Ha!” her laugh barks out. “You wish. You’re supposed to be healing. Fooling around with me

isn’t going to help and I will not let you win by sabotage.”

“Drat,” I tease, easing myself up from the bed. “Foiled again.”

Shaking her head, she brings the large bags into the bathroom and turns on the hot water to fill the

tub. She dumps in so many ingredients that I don’t even have words for, and it makes me a bit

concerned.

“Am I the homemade chicken soup?”

She merely looks up at me, a sinister smile crossing her face for a moment. Apprehension prickles

my spine, but soon dissipates as she dissolves in a peal of laughter. “You should have seen your face!

No. This is a wellness bath. Nothing in here will hurt you, and honestly, there’s nothing in here I’d

like to eat. Well, maybe the ginger.”

Testing the water with her fingers, she motions for me to get in. The hot water feels amazing as it

climbs up my body. When’s the last time I even soaked? Normally, my life is so hectic I only have

time for a quick shower. At the most, I’m fucking Lila against the tiles, but that’s it.

Just at that thought alone, my cock stirs until the tip pops out of the water. Unable to resist, I jut my

hips up into the air, showing off exactly what she does to me. With a soft smile, she shakes her head

and moves away from the tub to plug in an ornate diffuser at my sink before adding in some oils.

By the scent alone, I know it’s eucalyptus, and I hate how my breathing becomes easier the longer

it pumps into the room. However, it could easily be a placebo effect. Only time will truly tell.

With another smile, she slips out of the room, leaving me with my thoughts. The idea of forever