Page 23 of Twisted Bonds
"MasterBain is never any trouble for me, kitten." She emphasizes Master like I'm supposed to call him that, too.
"That's great!" I clasp my hands together. "I think I can take it from here."
"Yes…my pretty girl knows how to take great care of me. Don't you?" Bain falls to his side, trying to get a peek under my towel.
Slapping his hand away only makes him grin and say, "Now, now…be a good girl and give Daddy Bain an itsy-bitsy peek." He holds his thumb and forefinger close together while closing one of his eyes.
Domina chuckles. "He couldn't stop talking about his pretty girl all night," she says as she passes me on the way to the door. "I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night, kitten." She looks me up and down with a wicked smile before opening the door and leaving.
Looking down at Bain, who seems to be in a trance as he stares at me, I shake my head. "How much did you drink tonight? I thought you weren't going to be gone long."
"That's a good question since there's only a two-drink limit." He thinks hard about it, but I only sigh.
"Can you make it to the bedroom?"
"Oh," he says as he wiggles his brows, "I don't think that will be an issue."
Leaning down, I help him sit up, but he pulls me between his legs and hugs me. I wrap my arms around his head and hold it to my stomach, waiting until he's ready to stand. When his hands begin wandering and massaging my ass, I chuckle, "Come on, Cassanova. Let's get you to bed."
However, he doesn't budge, only tightens his arms around me and mumbles into the towel, "I'm sorry, pretty girl."
"That's the liquor talking, Bain," I tell him, a bit amused.
I've never seen him this drunk before. He's always so controlled with his drinking. Did I really upset him that much by using my safe word? I don't see how I could have, but maybe I did. Oh well. I can't feel sorry for him when he doesn't feel sorry for denying me for days.
"No, I'm sorry for everything. I don't deserve you; you're too good," he slurs.
"I'm far from good Bain. Come on, let's get you to bed." I'm able to get him to stand; he’s a bit wobbly, but he stands. "Where is your room?"
His drunken chuckle has me hiding my own smile. "My room is your room."
"Ha, ha, ha, funny. Seriously, which door is your room?"
"This was the last villa. I told you that. There is only one room with one…big…bed…in…it." He walks his fingers up my bare arm. "You're safe with me, pretty girl. I know you don't want me tonight."
I stop and look up at him. "Is that what you think, Bain? That I don't want you?"
"You've never used your safe word before…"
"You're serious!"
He waves his hand. "It's fine, let's just go to bed."
I stare at him a moment longer and then take him to the bedroom. He's right about one thing: the king-sized bed is big enough for the two of us.
I help him to the opposite side of where I was sleeping and sit him on the edge. I take off his shoes and then help him with his shirt. I feel him shiver when my hands touch his bare skin. However, he doesn't try anything as he sits there gazing at me with bloodshot eyes.
"You're so beautiful, Ryan…"
I freeze.
Bain snickers, "Sorry…loose lips."
He pulls his legs up on the bed and lays on his back as I stand here, still speechless. He's told me I'm pretty before, but he's never said it the way he just did. There was more emotion behind it this time, and you know what they say,"Drunken words are sober thoughts."What does that tell me?
Grabbing the blanket across the bottom of the bed, I cover Bain and pick up his tuxedo pants and dress shirt. Draping them over the chair near the closet, I lift the black shirt up to my nose and inhale his scent. Closing my eyes, I think about the last time we were together when he actually let me come. He loves making me come, so I don't understand why he's made me wait days.
Looking over my shoulder, I see Bain on the bed, fast asleep. I drop my towel and slip my arms through the sleeves of his shirt. Buttoning up only four buttons, I go back to my side and climb into the bed. I turn thelights off and lay on my side, watching Bain's form as his chest moves up and down while he sleeps.
