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I smiled. “I can’t even remember my name right now and you want me to talk about what just happened.”

He chuckled. “I want to make sure you’re okay. You said and did things…”

“That I consented to. I’m okay, Christian.”

He kissed the back of my head and tightened his arms around me. “Sleep then.”

“Mmhm.” I hummed and sank deeper into his frame.

My body was aching in the best way. My mind was empty and every other part of me relaxed. Right before I drifted, I realized I was completely screwed because this wasn’t just play. This was everything I never imagined I wanted in my life.

I woke up feeling warm and cozy with soft sheets tangled around my body. For a second I forgot where I was then my body reminded me. The ache between my thighs and light soreness in my hips, around my wrists, and my jaw from the way Christian had fucked my face. His dick was so thick and long that it took a lot of effort to stay with him while he thrust down my throat at that hard, unforgiving pace. I licked my lips and smiled with my eyes still closed. All the memories of last night came back to me.

The cross. The bench. His mouth. His fingers. His dick.

When I managed to peel my eyes open, I frowned though because I was in my room, in my bed. Not the play room. The covers were pulled up to my shoulders and I was tucked in and still naked.

I had never in my life done anything like that before. I damn sure had never begged for permission to suck a dick and doing that with Christian was insanely erotic. I was a controlled personand my plans had plans but surrendering to Christian didn’t feel like weakness or imbalance. Unfortunately, the voice in my head that questioned my sensibility wouldn’t shut up.What the hell are you doing? Why are you so calm about this? Why do you want more?

I sighed and climbed out of bed, heading to the bathroom where I moved through my morning routine. After I felt refreshed and ready to face the man who had my mind so twisted, I dressed in a tank top and spandex shorts, brushed my hair into a ponytail, and followed the smell of food and coffee.

Christian was already in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, coffee in hand with his eyes on his phone until he noticed me. I groaned because just like yesterday he was only in briefs. But with a body like his, I understood why he didn’t mind putting it on display. He definitely spent a lot of time in his gym. Those deep brown eyes tracked me as I entered the kitchen ,staring intently, like he was piecing me together inch by inch.

I walked right past him, grabbed a mug from the cabinet, and poured my coffee like he wasn’t watching me like a hawk.

I sat at the island and inhaled the rich aroma of my coffee before I took my first sip then finally looked up. Of course Christian was still staring.

I rolled my eyes again. “Stop looking at me like that.”

He smiled sexily. “Like what?”

“Like I’m broken and you’re the one who broke me. I’m fine.”

His smile deepened and his head angled to the side. “Are you sure?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Would you care?”

His gaze darkened. “Yes, Scot, I care.”

He set his mug down. “It’s important to me that you’re okay with all this.”

I studied Christian, trying to read him to see if he was telling the truth, and everything in me relaxed.

He really did care. This wasn’t just about a body for him to use for his pleasure. He wanted me to be okay with the decisions I made.

“I’m more than okay. You can relax.”

He didn’t respond right away. Just kept his eyes locked on mine like he was cataloging my tone, my face, my body. When he was satisfied, he nodded. I returned the favor and studied him but my eyes moved further south.

“If you really want me to be okay, you could wear clothes to breakfast. That would help.”

His smile was cocky. “Or you could not wear clothes and balance the energy in the room.”

I shot him a hard stare and he laughed under his breath. “I’ll think about it.”

The way he kept looking at me was too intense and had my body tingling with memories of last night, so I refocused and glanced at my phone to read the text that came through.

Niama: Hey! Do you have plans today?