Page 38 of His Turn

There’s a tub, which I am desperate to use right now. I don’t want to function. I just want to soak.

But Jordan starts the shower instead as I lean against the vanity, barely able to prop myself up.

He tests the temperature of the falling water, then comes towards me, picks me up in his arms like one would a small child, and carries me into the marble-tiled shower and sits down on the seat. I adjust my body so I’m straddling him, my arms around his neck, my face pressed against the hard muscle of his shoulder.

“Did you get enough?” he asks. “Or would you like to fuck again?”

I smile, but don’t move. “I’m not sure.” And then I laugh.

“Well,” he says, moving my hair aside to kiss my neck. “Then we’ll just leave it at this.” He smacks my ass hard, the sound of it echoing through the bathroom. “Come on. Stand up and I’ll wash you since you’re so damn tired. Bric won’t want to wait too long.”

I do as I’m told, feeling slightly embarrassed that I’m so willing to obey them tonight. But my body is pulsing with a wonderful tingling. I push that thought away.

Jordan washes me carefully. He soaps me up from head to toe, washing away the oil, and the sweat, and the come. He lathers my hair, rinses it under the rain shower, and then conditions it and rinses it again.

I try my best to do him the same favor back, but I’m wiped out. The massage has made me relaxed and complacent.

When we’re done he dries me off and wraps me up in a thick, white robe, then does the same for himself, but only wraps a towel around his waist.

I study him. We study each other. He’s fucking hot. His shoulders are what I like best. Both sides, back and front. I didn’t get a good look at Bric’s shoulders yet. But I know it will be my favorite part of him.

“There’s people waiting for you out there,” Jordan says, nodding his head at the closed door.

“Who?” I ask, my heart skipping a beat.

“They’ll do your make-up and hair. And we’ve left you clothes. So don’t take too long. We’ll meet you in the second-floor bar for dinner when you’re done.”

I study his back at he walks out, closing the door behind him. Yes, I definitely like his shoulders.

There’s a little seat tucked under the vanity. I pull it out and sit. I cannot believe how wiped out I am. Tired, but not really tired. Relaxed, I realize. This is what it feels like to be relaxed.

I wonder if they’ve got something planned at dinner. Something that will make me uncomfortable and unhappy?

Can this night really just be about making me happy?

I find it hard to believe. I pissed Bric off last night. He definitely has something else planned.

“Well, Nadia,” I say to my reflection in the mirror. “He won this round no matter what.” There was no arguing. No battle of the wills. I did nothing but obey him tonight. So yes. “I lost,” I tell the girl in the mirror.

Elias Bricman made me submit to him.

And I loved every second of it.