Page 16 of Tattoos and Tiaras
I nodded, still feeling a little out of it. “Ro has a spare key for my locker.” I rolled onto my back, and the pain of my arse had me rolling back quickly. Oh, my arse was going to be one big bruise the next day.
I smiled at the pain. At least I would have a reminder of my night with Master Perry for a few days.
Master Perry. I laughed softly when I thought of him. Who would have thought he was so nice? He even let me come.
I was going to have to find a way to thank Perry for such a spectacular night, just to be of service and then the icing on the cake was getting my arse paddled. I could admit it was stupid of me not to let Perry know my knees were hurting, but pride was a tricky thing. I felt another burble of laughter. I hadn't felt this good in years, and we’d barely done anything.
It was a pity Perry wasn’t a Daddy Dom though. I pulled one of the pillows down from the head of the bed and cuddled it. Not that it mattered. I didn’t know if I would really trust anyone with that side of me.
The sound of the door closing had me blinking my eyes. I must have drifted off again. Perry walked into the room holding my bag over his shoulder and a bottle of water in hand.
“How is that cute arse feeling, Princess?”
I smiled and rolled as best as I could without putting too much pressure on my sore bum. “Good. Tender, but good. Thank you, Sir.”
The bed dipped as Perry sat alongside me, holding out the bottle of water for me to take. “I should be thanking you, Cullen. Tonight was fantastic.” My cheeks grew warm with the praise. “Roll over, Kitten, I have some balm for your arse. It should takea bit of the sting out of it for you.” I smiled looking at my arse. “Don’t worry,” he added, “you’ll still feel it tomorrow.”
“You must think I’m strange,” I shrugged before I rolled over and rested my head on my crossed arms. The cool balm was a shock to my heated skin. Perry’s strong fingers pulled out moans from me as he rubbed the balm into my skin.
“Not at all. I’ve heard many subs speak about the joy they feel wearing their Dominant’s marks.” Perry’s fingers brushed over my heated skin softly. “You look amazing with my marks, Princess.”
“Thank you for tonight. I didn't realise how much I needed it. The kneeling and the spanking, all of it. I’d forgotten how much I love to submit.” I stretched out like a cat while Perry continued to touch my skin in soothing patterns.
“I enjoyed it too. You’re not the only one who is guilty of misjudging the other. I think we play well together, Cullen, and honestly, I’d love to do another scene together.” I rolled onto my side so I could see Perry’s face. There was no deception or falseness I could see. Did he really want to do this again?
“You do?”
“Yeah. I don’t want to pressure you if you’re not interested, but I just wanted to put it out there. Up front and honest is how I always try to be,” Perry said.
“You must forgive me for seeming a bit hesitant. It's just that you could have any available sub in the club. I’ve seen how they look at you, and most of them are a damn sight younger than I am.”
Perry flopped back onto the bed and gave a loud groan. “You are the most frustrating man I know. If I wanted one of them, I would have asked them, and I don’t give a shit about the age difference between the two of us. It doesn't mean a damn thing. I like you, Cullen. I did before we did the scene together, but like you, I got caught up in our antagonistic fun. You are smartand sexy and opinionated, and I happen to find those things attractive as hell, not to mention you are damn gorgeous on your knees.”
I rolled so I was facing him and ignoring the pain in my arse. He was flat on his back, his unbuttoned shirt had slipped open to show off the ink he had covering one pec and a nipple piercing.
Perry rolled so he was looking at me. “You don’t believe me?”
“I want to.” I answered honestly. Perry reached out and took one of my hands in his.
“I think we would be idiots not to explore this a bit more, but the last thing I want to do is make you feel pressured. That is not what I’m about.”
I looked to where our hands were joined, then back up to Perry. “I don’t. Feel pressured, that is. I haven’t had a full-time Dominant or even a regular play partner in years.” I removed my hand from Perry’s, but not before giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’ve seen what I’m like. I'm not what you’d call an ideal submissive, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be.” I scratched my beard while thoughts tumbled through my head. “We’ve managed to actually get along tonight, but I don’t know how long you’d be able to deal with me before you run for the hills.” I laughed, trying to lighten my statement, but I saw by the look Perry was giving me that he didn’t buy it.
I yawned, suddenly feeling exhausted. I still needed to get changed, then drive home.
“I’m not running anywhere, Princess. Bowers are not known to run away from things. Barrel headlong into trouble, yes, but away? Nope.”
I stifled another yawn and laughed. “So, you’re saying I’m trouble.”
“Oh, absolutely, but the best kind. Now let me get you changed.”
I flushed slightly. He made me feel like a cheeky young sub again. The feeling was dangerously addictive.
Perry sat up and reached for my duffle. He reached inside and passed me my lion before pulling out my sweatpants and soft sweatshirt and underwear. I shook my head, taking Leo from his hands. He didn't even bat an eyelid as I cuddled him, focusing instead on laying my clothing out on the bed for me.
I stretched my arms over my head and groaned as the movement made me shift and feel my sore backside. Perry chuckled softly. “Alright, I think it's time to wind up tonight and get you home. I would like to offer to drive you home, particularly because my over-cautious side wants to make sure you get home safely.”
I was tempted to brush aside the offer. I’d driven home alone countless times, but that night, the hour-long drive didn’t seem all that nice alone. Maybe I was more tired than I thought.
