“Sir.” The word was a sigh against his lips. It was all she could manage with her heart threatening to beat out of her, and her chest shuddering with each deep, heaving breath.
“Stay here,” he ordered with a twitch of his lips. “Let me get you cleaned up.”
Even if she hadn’t been tied to the bed, she wouldn’t have been able to move more than an inch, not after he’d so thoroughly wrecked her.
“I could definitely get used to this.” Returning to the bedroom with a damp washcloth in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, Austin paused to grin down at her. “Maybe I should just keep you here, tied to the bed all weekend.”
“Mmm. Okay.”
A low, deep chuckle reached her as he ran the cloth up the inside of her thighs and ever so gently across her sore pussy lips. “If orgasms make you this agreeable, I’ll definitely have to consider keeping you tied here for awhile.”
“I’m agreeable,” she argued, but there wasn’t much heat to the response. Every part of her felt loose and floaty and she wasn’t quite ready to return to Earth.
His only response was another quiet laugh before she felt the tug of the ropes and the pressure releasing from her arms. Pain stabbed at her shoulders when she tried to move, and she let out a soft groan.
To her surprise, Austin climbed on the bed behind her, pulling her up so she was sitting in front of him while he massaged the kinks from her shoulders.
“Thanks,” she murmured, letting her head fall to the side.
“Gotta take care of my kitten.” A comfortable silence stretched between them before he spoke again. “Want to tell me about the game?”
“Tell you what, exactly?”
“You had a good time?”
“We had a blast.” And she had, mostly, so it wasn’t really a lie, right?
Another stretch of silence, but this one seemed heavier than the last—expectant in a way. She had the fleeting thought that he was waiting for her to confess something, but there was no way he could know what had happened.
“Kitten… you know keeping things from me counts as lying, right?”
Shit. He did know. “What did dad tell you?”
“Just that some idiots were making comments and it upset you. Wanna talk about it?”
“Not really. I’m used to it. Different girls, same high school bitchiness.” Old wounds, long since healed. And maybe today had ripped them open again a little, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.
“I’m sorry, kitten.”
“It’s fine.” Or it would be, once the wounds closed back up. “We had fun, anyway. Thanks for inviting us.”
“Any time, baby.” Soft kisses feathered down the side of her neck. “I liked having you there. My own personal cheerleader. Maybe I should get you a uniform.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, I will definitely dare. But I think I’ll save that particular outfit for home. Or Black Light.”
At the mention of the club, everything else faded to the background. “I have to wear a costume?”
“Not every time. They do have theme nights, which can be fun.”
“What am I supposed to wear?” Up until that moment, it hadn’t even occurred to her that she might not have a single thing in her closet to wear to a BDSM club.
“I’ll take care of it. You’ll be getting a delivery tomorrow.”
“What did you get me?”
“If I tell you it’s a surprise, are you going to be worrying about it all night?”