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No matter how good the housekeeping staff were, there was always that lingering sensation of others marring his sanctum.
By rights, he could’ve claimed the penthouse, but he saw no point in losing money from the highest-earning room in the damn building. Guests equaled dollars; those dollars paid wages, maintained the building, provided quality food and beverages, and ultimately funded his small town community projects.
The water switched off.
“Everything okay, sweetness?” he called out.
“I’ll just be a minute!”
Sauntering over to the door, he eased it open and felt his dick jerk as he got an eyeful of petite, curvy, dripping woman. She was half his size, beautifully proportioned, with just the right amount of padding for his big hands to cup and grip and stroke. There was a sense of fragility about her, and because he was so damn big in every respect, he was wary of breaking her. Even if he got rougher than intended, her safety was always at the forefront of his mind.
Bitterness filled his mouth as she turned to reach for a towel. Light struck the thick scars across her lower back, ass, and thighs. Physical reminders of the brutal caning her ex-asshole gave her, to go along with the mental trauma.
Daniel was a dead man if Evander got hold of the fucker.
Stepping into the bathroom, he set the lube and blanket down on the counter, then took the towel from Callie’s hands as she jumped in surprise. Bending to kiss her, he gave thought to a warm-up fuck, but he’d ridden her hard enough to bruise her tight cunt last time.
Tonight was more about…relaxing.
Playing, experimenting, without pressure.
“Hi, Daddy,” she whispered shyly when their lips separated. It was nice to hear the catch in her breath.
“Hello, beautiful.” Though the room was warm, he began drying her off himself, not willing to risk a chill. “How are you feeling?”
She couldn’t meet his eyes. “Okay.”
Petting her was becoming his favorite activity. One of them, anyway. She never seemed to know what to do when his hands caressed her skin or teased the subtle erogenous zones he enjoyed discovering. Blushing was usually her primary response, followed by uneven breathing. A small squirm, a quiet moan.
“Are you happy with Eli coming over to join us for dinner and a movie?”
Apprehension and the unease of social anxiety etched around her eyes and mouth, but she nodded slowly. Getting Elias to spend more time with them on every level wasn’t a bad idea; she needed to learn how to expand her confidence.
Gently patting her dry, Evander inhaled slowly. “I’d like to try something tonight, sweetness. There’s no pressure on you to agree to it, and if you say yes, your safeword will apply just as effectively as it did at the club. It will be intimate, and probably scary at first, but I think you’ll get a kick out of it if you trust me.”
Every muscle froze until she was barely breathing. “Will it hurt?”
“No. God, no. A small show of exhibitionism, that’s all. The extent of it is you sit on my cock, relax, and watch a movie.”
“With Elias in the room.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I-In touching distance?”
Evander dried between her legs before working his way down to her feet. “Yes.”
“Oh.”
“Think of it as a more casual, less stressful version of Black Light, sweetness. Instead of a few hundred people observing our scene, there’ll just be one. I’ve known Eli for a long time; he’s my best friend, as well as being a master of organization. He won’t laugh at you, or make you feel bad. He happens to have a partiality for shy Littles.”
Callie’s moan was almost resigned. “He’s a damn Dom, isn’t he?”
“That he is. Strict but fair.”
As he straightened to complete his task by tackling her damp hair, her eyes locked on his face. Her head tipped back so invitingly, he helped himself to her mouth again despite knowing the clock was ticking down to when Eli knocked on the door.
“If I ask you a question, will you be honest?” she whispered when their lips were barely a hair apart, her voice shaky from arousal.
