Page 31 of Masked

“Good girl.”

He picked up the rag she’d brought in with her and poured some of her body wash on it. Then, with her tied up and helpless, he washed all of her from her neck down to her toes. Periodically, he would kiss her skin. When he stood from washing her legs, he brought the rag between her thighs and rubbed her clit with the fibers. She squirmed as pleasure washed over her.

“No coming without permission either,” he whispered in her ear before he pulled his hand away.

After he finished rinsing her off, he tugged at the tie and freed her hands. “I’ll let you wash your own hair since I got it all wet.”

She smirked and nodded as she shook out her arms.

He grabbed them, concern on his face. “Too much?”

“No, Sir. It’s fine. I sit in front of a computer too much. It’s caused some nerve damage.”

He frowned. “I don’t like that. This is why I don’t do things without a contract. So, I know about these things ahead of time.”

Worried he was going to back out of this night, she put a hand on his chest. “Noah, I’m fine. I promise. Just remind me to put my wrist braces on before I go to sleep.”

He put his forehead against hers and dropped a kiss on her nose. “OK. But we’re going to talk more about this later. And it’s Sir.”

He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel for himself, wrapping it around his waist after he dried off. She let her eyes roam his body, taking in every detail she could before he leaned against the bathroom counter and watched as she washed her hair. Something about him watching her do such an innocent task turned her on. It made her eager to see what else he had in store for her tonight, so she hurried through the routine.

When she stepped out of the shower, he handed her a towel for her hair and wrapped her in a second one.

“Let’s go to the bedroom and talk, little siren.”

In the bedroom, he nodded towards the bed and she sat on the edge, keeping her towel tucked around her.

“Where are your pajamas?” He asked, looking around the room.

“Top drawer.”

He walked to the dresser and pulled out a pair of red sweats and an old Georgetown t-shirt and tossed them to her.

She pulled on the clothes, while he leaned against the dresser in his towel and watched her. “What’s going through your mind?”

“I’m thinking I must be fucking crazy,” she whispered as she tugged her t-shirt down.

“Crazy? No. Reckless, perhaps. But you’re not crazy. Wanting to try these things is perfectly normal. But we have a lot working against us that could make our interactions… ethically ambiguous.”

“How so?”

“You’re my son’s ex. And it wasn’t a fling you had with him. You were together for five years. That’s not nothing.”

She shrugged. “I’ve told you how our relationship was. And it’s not like you and I were spending Christmas and Thanksgiving together every year. We always went to Melinda’s house, or we traveled.”

“I’m not asking you to justify anything, Reva. I’m laying out all the facts.”

She held up her hands, “I’m sorry. Keep going.”

“There’s the fact that I’m nearly twenty years older than you are. And there’s also the fact that you’re working for the ACSL, and the state department is interested in some of your research. I work for the state department.”

“So, are you saying we shouldn’t do this?”

He laughed and rolled his shoulders. “We definitely shouldn’t do this. But I think we’re past that point, don’t you?”

She blushed and dropped her hands into her lap. “Yes, Sir. I really want this.”

“And so do I. But we have to put boundaries in place. Like a time-limit and the very clear understanding that this ends in thirty days.”

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