ever heard it.
Brandy began to chill, from the fact she’d been tied, from the exertion, from the absence of his body’s heat. She heard the sound of water running and splashing. He returned to her within seconds. He ran a warm, damp cloth across her back and pressed a second to her pussy, dabbing her swollen flesh.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
“That feels nice. Thank you, Sir.” No wonder the man’s production company did so well. If models and actresses were taken care of so well, no doubt they’d want to return.
He released the spreader bar and the metal clattered against the floor. She shouldn’t have been surprised that he crouched behind her and rubbed her ankles then her legs. “You’re spoiling me, Sir.”
“As it should be.”
He continued to work his way up her legs then massaged her buttocks, back and shoulders before placing an arm in front of her and helping her to stand upright. Then he turned her to face him. They were only inches apart. He’d disposed of the condom and his cock was still impressive. The scent of sex hung in the air, thick and musky. Every part of her responded to him. She reminded herself he was a Dom, this was nothing more than a scene, and it meant nothing to either of them.
Still, a sense of self-preservation made her take a step back.
She stayed there for a moment, feeling unsteady after he’d released her.
His eyebrows were drawn together in a fierce line. Earlier, she’d thought his eyes had looked haunted. Now she was certain of it. The tiny lines beside his eyes seemed deeper than they had earlier.
She wanted to reach for him. Instead, she gave a wan smile and pretended nonchalance as she moved towards her discarded clothing. “Thank you, Sir. That was hot.”
Brandy expected that he’d put on his clothes and leave the room, like other Doms. Instead, he scooped up her bra and held it.
“Let me help you.”
She froze in place, two feet from where he stood. “That’s really not necessary, Sir.” In fact, she would prefer to be alone to gather her thoughts and recover her equilibrium. He was the kind of man she could fall for, and being near him increased that risk. “I can clean up the room while you re-join the party.”
“It wasn’t a request.”
“I…” With him, she was navigating uncharted ground. Realising capitulation might get her out of the room faster, she said, “Anything you say, Sir.”
She put it on and fastened the clasp behind her. He adjusted the lacy cups so that they cradled her breasts. The man knew his way around a woman’s lingerie.
Next he offered her the dress. Once she had it over her head, he helped smooth it into place.
He finger-combed her hair, not that anything short of a brush and curling iron could tame the wildness of her tresses.
“One day, I’d like to use your hair in a bondage scene.”
She’d had it pulled, gripped, yanked, but never experienced that. And it also meant he’d like to play with her again. “I’d like that, Sir.”
He knelt and helped her into the heels, and she placed a hand on his shoulder to balance herself. She liked his attentions, and she could easily grow accustomed to them. Master Niles behaved differently from any other Dom she’d scened with since hiring on at the Den. He left her off-kilter.
As he stood, he picked up her ruined underwear then discarded it in the trash can beneath the sink.
Pretending she was unaffected by what they’d shared, she tidied the room before sanitising the flogger. She dragged the chair back into place while surreptitiously glancing at him.
To her, there was something unbelievably erotic about watching a man dress, and the more powerful he was, the sexier it was. Even when he was naked, he’d lost nothing of his aura of command, but now that his shirt was tucked back in, his cuffs buttoned, his shoes tied, he looked as if he should run an empire.
“Shall we?” He led the way to the door then opened it for her.
She lowered her
Brandy began to chill, from the fact she’d been tied, from the exertion, from the absence of his body’s heat. She heard the sound of water running and splashing. He returned to her within seconds. He ran a warm, damp cloth across her back and pressed a second to her pussy, dabbing her swollen flesh.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
“That feels nice. Thank you, Sir.” No wonder the man’s production company did so well. If models and actresses were taken care of so well, no doubt they’d want to return.
He released the spreader bar and the metal clattered against the floor. She shouldn’t have been surprised that he crouched behind her and rubbed her ankles then her legs. “You’re spoiling me, Sir.”
“As it should be.”
He continued to work his way up her legs then massaged her buttocks, back and shoulders before placing an arm in front of her and helping her to stand upright. Then he turned her to face him. They were only inches apart. He’d disposed of the condom and his cock was still impressive. The scent of sex hung in the air, thick and musky. Every part of her responded to him. She reminded herself he was a Dom, this was nothing more than a scene, and it meant nothing to either of them.
Still, a sense of self-preservation made her take a step back.
She stayed there for a moment, feeling unsteady after he’d released her.
His eyebrows were drawn together in a fierce line. Earlier, she’d thought his eyes had looked haunted. Now she was certain of it. The tiny lines beside his eyes seemed deeper than they had earlier.
She wanted to reach for him. Instead, she gave a wan smile and pretended nonchalance as she moved towards her discarded clothing. “Thank you, Sir. That was hot.”
Brandy expected that he’d put on his clothes and leave the room, like other Doms. Instead, he scooped up her bra and held it.
“Let me help you.”
She froze in place, two feet from where he stood. “That’s really not necessary, Sir.” In fact, she would prefer to be alone to gather her thoughts and recover her equilibrium. He was the kind of man she could fall for, and being near him increased that risk. “I can clean up the room while you re-join the party.”
“It wasn’t a request.”
“I…” With him, she was navigating uncharted ground. Realising capitulation might get her out of the room faster, she said, “Anything you say, Sir.”
She put it on and fastened the clasp behind her. He adjusted the lacy cups so that they cradled her breasts. The man knew his way around a woman’s lingerie.
Next he offered her the dress. Once she had it over her head, he helped smooth it into place.
He finger-combed her hair, not that anything short of a brush and curling iron could tame the wildness of her tresses.
“One day, I’d like to use your hair in a bondage scene.”
She’d had it pulled, gripped, yanked, but never experienced that. And it also meant he’d like to play with her again. “I’d like that, Sir.”
He knelt and helped her into the heels, and she placed a hand on his shoulder to balance herself. She liked his attentions, and she could easily grow accustomed to them. Master Niles behaved differently from any other Dom she’d scened with since hiring on at the Den. He left her off-kilter.
As he stood, he picked up her ruined underwear then discarded it in the trash can beneath the sink.
Pretending she was unaffected by what they’d shared, she tidied the room before sanitising the flogger. She dragged the chair back into place while surreptitiously glancing at him.
To her, there was something unbelievably erotic about watching a man dress, and the more powerful he was, the sexier it was. Even when he was naked, he’d lost nothing of his aura of command, but now that his shirt was tucked back in, his cuffs buttoned, his shoes tied, he looked as if he should run an empire.
“Shall we?” He led the way to the door then opened it for her.
She lowered her
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