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“You deserve it.”
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Julian turnedoff the faucet as Kayla stripped away her clothes. When she turned and smiled at him, he lost his breath. He would never tire of her flawless skin and incredible figure.
“The water is perfect.” He swirled his hand around, stirring the bubbles, making sure it wasn’t too hot for her. “Get in.” He pulled out a cushioned stool from the vanity and sat it by the large, free-standing claw foot tub. “I don’t want you to catch a chill.”
“You’re not joining me?” Her pouty little smile made him grin. “This tub is so big. I might get lonely.”
“I’ll make sure you don’t.” He pointed to the water. “In.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Sir? Did our session with Martin inspire you?”
“Maybe.” She stepped into the tub and sunk into the bubbles, immersing herself in the water.
“Is the temperature okay?”
“Perfect.” She relaxed against the side of the tub. “Everything about tonight was perfect.”
“Almost everything.” He tensed when he thought about the last few minutes before they left.
“Connie?”
“Yes.” He poured body wash between his palms, rubbing them into a lather before massaging her shoulders. “I don’t want you to worry about her. She won’t be an issue.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’ll just explain what happened to Martin.”
“Julian, you already barred her from your club. Do you think it’s fair to get her kicked out of Master M’s too?”
“I won’t get her kicked out of there.” He continued to work her tense muscles. “I’m just going to give Martin a heads-up and make sure she isn’t on the premises when we are there. I don’t think that’s asking too much given the circumstances of our past.”
“I don’t want any trouble with her. I’m perfectly fine with her no longer in our lives.”
“Then let’s not talk about her anymore.” He moved his fingers down her arms, kneading them before concentrating on her wrists. “Are you sore?”
“No. I think yoga is helping me in the playroom.”
“Good.” He pressed his thumb into her palm, massaging each of her fingers.
“That feels fantastic.” She sighed.
“Just enjoy.”
“What did you and Martin talk about?”
“Do you really think you should refer to him as Martin?”
“He’s not here.” She giggled. “He won’t know.”
“You’re bad.” He stifled a laugh, not wanting to encourage her defiant behavior. “Referring to him by name when he isn’t around could cause you to slip up in the playroom, and that might not work out so well for you.”
“He’ll punish me.”
Julian had reassured her that Martin wouldn’t punish her any harder than he would, but Master M’s style was more fierce than Julian’s approach.
