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EMMALINE
We pulled up to a large estate, almost like a mansion, but not quite as big. I stared at it with wide eyes, astonished that he lived like this.
How wealthy was this man?
“Take those shoes off,” he ordered as he slid from the car.
Frowning in confusion, I did as I was told, reaching down to undo all of the straps to the heels before I slid them off of my feet, unable to stop the sigh of relief that left my lips as I wiggled my toes. My feet always ached when I wore all of these godawful heels, but I had no choice.
It was a requirement.
I jerked in shock when James suddenly opened my door, kneeling down afterward. I swallowed thickly when he reached out and grabbed one of my feet, looking at it with a frown on his face and slight anger in his eyes that made me extremely wary of him. “Your feet haven’t been properly taken care of,” he grumbled in displeasure. Shaking his head, he slid his arms around me and lifted me from the car, carrying me against his chest again. “I’ll be scheduling you a session with a masseuse tomorrow to properly relax your body and to take care of your feet. You have blisters.”
Oh, God, this man.
“I’m used to them,” I told him honestly.
He clenched his jaw. “I don’t understand dominants who don’t give after care. It’s toxic.” A frown pulled at his lips.
He carried me up the steps, and a guard opened the door. Without a word, James crossed the threshold, still carrying me. “I’m okay with walking,” I softly told him.
He shook his head. “Not with those blisters on your feet.” He turned towards a set of stairs and walked up them, heading to the second level. He turned down a hallway and went to the last door on the left. It was tastefully decorated in dark and cream tones, and it smelled just like him.
“You will be sharing a room with me unless you are uncomfortable with that.” I shook my head. I’d been used so much in the past three years that something as simple as sharing a room with a man wouldn’t bother me in the slightest. “I’m a man who loves sex, little one.” I swallowed thickly, my mouth suddenly extremely dry. “But if you feel you are either too tired or are not in the right mental state for it, all you have to do is say no. I will listen, and you will not be punished.” Bless this man. “Sometimes, my job as a dominant will be more than just claiming you whenever I please. It also entails that some days, I will have to take care of you, and I’m okay and aware of that.”
He eased my body onto his bed, placing me in a sitting position before he slid his tie from around my waist and tossed it into a hamper before easing his blazer that I was wearing off of my shoulders. “And tonight, I plan to take care of you because you haven’t been taken care of in – you said three years, yes?”
I nodded, swallowing thickly. I wanted to cry. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had given a fuck about me.
“Are you okay with me taking care of you, little one?”
I nodded my head but remembered to verbally answer. “Yes,” I told him.
He smiled at me. “Good girl. I’m appreciating the fact that I don’t have to remind you to use your voice.”
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at him. I hadn’t ever been called a good girl before him, and it warmed my soul to know that I was pleasing him.
He surprisingly flashed me a smile in return as he reached up to rub my bottom lip. My breath hitched in my throat. “You should smile more,” he said quietly.
Not giving me a chance to recover from the shock of his sweet words, he began to undo my dress and slid it off me, sliding my bra off next. He tossed both items aside. “We’ll be going shopping tomorrow, and we’ll be buying you more decent, comfortable clothes,” he informed me.
“I’m fine with whatever—" I began, not wanting him to spend extra money on me that was unnecessary.
He pressed his finger to my lips, shutting me up. I swallowed thickly, barely resisting the urge to flick my tongue out over his finger. “No complaints or protests,” he ordered.
I nodded my head. “Okay,” I whispered.
He quickly undressed and moved towards the massive bathroom that was connected to his room. I silently watched him – watching as the muscles in his body flexed with every single move he made. I never knew a man’s back could be such a turn-on, but his definitely was, and honestly, it had me craving him. I’d never craved a man before – not like this – and definitely not with the primal, desperate need that surged through me at the sight of him.
He walked back towards the bed, not even giving the faintest second thought to his nakedness. God, he was beautiful. Ink ran all over his skin in intricate tattoos, and he was so muscular.
And the way his abs flexed? The veins standing out in his arms?
God, I wanted to be fucking railed by him all over again.
“I need to take a quick shower. I have the jacuzzi tub filling up for you, and I intend for you to soak until I come back from my meeting to come get you. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” I answered him.
A small smile touched his lips at my obedience as he leaned over and lifted me from the bed. “I don’t want you on your feet,” he told me. “Using the bathroom is an exception, but otherwise, stay off of them. Your feet need to heal.”
“Okay.” I nodded my head as well. Was this how it felt to be pampered? It was so nice, but it was so hard for me to wrap my head around also. All I knew to do was just follow his orders and hoped he kept me from drowning in confusion.
He eased my body into the jacuzzi tub. I couldn’t stop the soft sigh of contentment as it left my lips. God, the jets and the water felt so amazing. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually had a bath like this.
He pressed his lips to my forehead for a moment, shocking the hell out of me before he stepped into the shower. I’d never seen a man shower so fast, but he was out within a couple of minutes. And I wasn’t ashamed to say that I did my best to discreetly watch him. The way the water ran over his skin had me burning to touch myself at the sight of him. My clit was throbbing.
“Stay in the tub,” he ordered as he towel-dried his hair, the rest of his body still glistening with water.
“I will,” I assured him.
He strode from the room, leaving me to my thoughts. I soon fell asleep, the exhaustion weighing down my mind and the events of the day lulling me into a deep sleep.
