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Love.
I’d thought it, I felt it, but I hadn’t said it.
She said it first. That wasn’t the way it was supposed to go, but nothing about us was conventional. Also, she’d said it in the heat of the moment. Mid-orgasm. Did she mean it?
I hadn’t planned to untie her quite yet, but I had to know, had to hold her in my arms. Had to tell her how I felt.
On autopilot, I pulled out, digging in the bag Nyla had given me for wet wipes to clean both of us up. I started with Audrey, running the cool cloth over her asshole and pussy, setting the used wipe on the padded bench as I cleaned myself off next. She was shivering slightly, as I watched. Adrenaline? Subspace? A combination of the two? The plans I had for the evening went out the window as I knelt to undo her restraints. I started with her legs and quickly walked to her front, looking up at her as I worked the buckles on her wrists.
She blinked slowly, as if in a daze. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, sweetheart.”
“Did I do it?”
Her question confused me and I cocked my head to the side as I frowned at her. Was she more out of it that I realized? Had I missed a cue somewhere? I’d never forgive myself. “Do what, sweetie?”
She smiled lazily. “Did I take my punishment like a good girl? Am I your good girl again?” Truth be told, I’d planned to make her get on her knees and beg for the praise she so desperately wanted, but that plan had gone out the window when she’d said the L word. Everything had.
“Oh, babygirl.” I grabbed her beneath her arms and hoisted her into mine, motioning for an attendant to come clean the bench before it could be used again. “You did, you took it like a good girl, and you are a very good girl.”
I shifted her so that she was cradled in my arms like one would carry a sleeping toddler, and she laid her head on my chest with a grin. “I love you.”
There it was again, so it wasn’t the orgasm, but it could still be adrenaline or subspace. Or just a happy, post-scene haze.
I held her tighter, grabbing the brown paper bag I’d gotten from Nyla with one hand while nodding at Bain to retrieve his playbag, and carried her toward the owners’ lounge.
Lennon was there when we entered, behind the bar pouring a drink.
“Dude, you know you get free drinks anywhere in the club, not just back here, right?” I quipped, annoyed that I would have to kick him out or find a different space to get some privacy.
“Ha ha.” He shook his head, and rolled his eyes, coming toward me with a shot of scotch in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. “Don’t worry, I’m leaving. But these are for you. I saw you finishing up and knew your hands would be full, so I hurried back here to make sure you had what you needed.” He set the glass and the bottle down on a table beside the couch, and only then did I notice the small foil wrapped chocolates he’d also carried.
“Thanks, bro” I called out as he left, closing the door behind him.
“That was so nice,” Audrey murmured as I sat down with her still in my arms.
“It was, wasn’t it?” I agreed. “How are you feeling?”
She looked into my eyes and blinked slowly, frowning as she seemed to consider. “Fuzzy. Sore. Happy. In love.”
“You keep saying that, but I think it might just be an after-effect,” I admitted, reaching for the water bottle as I settled her on my lap and unscrewing the cap before handing it to her.
She pushed it away. “It’s not an after-effect. I’m not so out of it I don’t know what I’m saying, Archer.”
“You need to drink,” I pressed, holding the bottle opening to her lips as I urged her to take a sip.
“I’d rather have whatever he made you,” she muttered, straining to see.
“Tough. You get water. But if you drink it like a good girl, you’ll also get chocolate.”
“Chocolate?” Her eyes brightened and she leaned forward, obediently taking a swig of the water she’d just refused. “Call me a good girl again.”
My inner Dom went full twitchy, antsy to remind her that she was not the one to tell me what to do, hellbent on denying praise just because she’d asked for it, but as I looked into her hopeful, red, puffy eyes, I couldn’t. She’d earned every ounce of my praise.
I waited for her to drink from the bottle again, and took it after she had downed half its contents. I set it on the table beside my untouched scotch and ran a finger across her lips.
“Good girl,” I whispered.
