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She was still shaking from the intensity, her moans were almost whimpers of mercy, when she felt the soft towel drying her up. Her inner walls spasmed a little less intensely now. She felt sensitive and raw. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. When she finally managed to open them Nate had finished cleaning himself and her and was returning to the bed with the wet towel firmly clutched in his hand.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered softly.
He came to sit beside her. With his free hand, he moved wet strands of her hair aside, a small smile on his face as he did so.
“You shouldn’t be sorry for what your body can do.” His fingers traced the line of her hair down to her chin. “Did you like it?”
Rachel watched his face, the solid beautiful lines of his face. He knew she enjoyed it yet he wanted to hear it from her. The warmth in his voice compelled her to answer. She nodded.
“Answer me when I talk to you, Rachel.”
“Yes sir.”
He traced the line of her mouth, his eyes settling on her lips. “Good girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Her thighs convulsed once then twice. “I can’t move.”
She hadn’t even finished talking when he stood, swung the wet towel over his shoulder, and picked her from the bed bridal style. Her arms were too weak to hold on to him so she folded them on her midriff. She rested her head on his chest and listened to the beat of his heart.
Nate picked her clothes as he passed. He closed the ‘Room’ door behind him and swung the shelf to conceal it again. Gently he carried her to his bathroom where he sat her on the edge of his tub, his fingers touching her skin lightly before he turned to fiddle with the water. Picking her up from the edge he put her in the water now filled with bubbles from the rose-scented bath soap he added. Rachel could only watch while he went on his knees to wash her like a baby. Her body was tired. It always seemed to be tired after sexual activities with him. She cast a secretive glance at his slacks. The hard bulge of his cock against his pants was too glaring.
Sicko.
He got so much pleasure from tormenting her. On the other side, she felt smooth and clean down there. He had really taken his time shaving her. That was a first. She watched him wash her legs gently.
“You have questions.”
It wasn't a question, it was a statement. She rolled her head so she was looking at him. He was focused on the underside of her foot.
“Why did you shave me?”
“That’s my desire as your dominant. I can have you anyhow I want.”
“So if you decide tomorrow you want me hairy?” she laughed at her own joke. He smiled. He looked so much more handsome when he was smiling.
“Any other questions?”
“How did you get into BDSM?”
His smile disappeared. He continued to wash her foot but with much more vigor than before. She sensed that wasn’t a good question but he wasn’t reprimanding her for it.
“Any other questions?” he asked.
“None that I can’t think of right now. I’m curious.”
He dropped the foot he had been washing and picked the other. “It’s a lifestyle. Some people love the simple things, others love that push over the edge, they love to test their pain limits.”
“And have you decided yours? I mean you must have if you’ve had many…partners before.”
“Maybe,” he answered. “And you?”
“I never realized I had such a treacherous body until I met you.”
“And do you think you’re still willing to test your limits?”
She thought about it. She could still feel the tremors of her orgasm. In fact, she had doubts that she would ever forget it. “Maybe…”
“I need a definitive answer, Rachel. I haven’t given you the contract yet because I wanted you to have a feel of what you’ll experience at this stage.”
She was silent for a moment. It made sense that he would do this first. It appalled her – not really – that even after all that she saw in his torture room she was still curious.
“Yes, sir,” she finally answered.
“I’ll prepare the contract.”
She lifted her head slightly so he could come around to wash her neck and back. His fingers grazed her skin lightly.
“I have another question.”
His silence was his approval.
“How far was Vera able to go?”
He washed her back and swung the washcloth to wash her chest then her arms and under them. “I can’t discuss that with you. Every signed contract is exclusive so I can’t disclose.”
“But during the divorce, there were images of bruises on her skin, bite marks, welts…”
“Yes.” His voice was hard. “I didn’t know she kept those images until the divorce. I didn’t even know she took those pictures until her lawyers served them up. That was when I knew I had to make an offer.”
Rachel listened. She hadn’t known this detail yet she had opened her big mouth on her show to ridicule him. She called him names just to drive her hate of young billionaires like him home. And working-class wives and young impressionable teenagers had listened to her rant on and on about her hate for Nathaniel Madden; a stain on society.
When he came in front of her to unplug the tub and refill it with clean water she reached out and touched his hand.
“I’m so sorry for all I said about you.”
His eyes were light but his body remained stiff. Somehow she knew he wasn’t saying everything just as she guessed Vera’s trump card hadn’t just been the incriminating images. The woman was a monster behind her perfect face. There was something else, something sinister but Rachel didn’t push. She would hang on and see how much she could learn about him.
“As long as you are bound by the new contract there’s no going back unless you are uncomfortable. I don’t want a repeat of what happened to Vera.”
She understood his caution. But she wasn’t a greedy woman. She wasn’t seeking to strip him of his wealth. He had chosen her himself and offered to help her as long as she gave herself to him. She was here for the fun and the future he offered.
And while she was on that she would continue to build on her freelancing career. The photoshoots in Mainland had been good but Frank still wanted some more and he had offered to come to Gem Hills to use some locations for more shoots. She told Nate this while he washed her. He listened without a word. But when she was done talking he told her, “As long as you submit a detailed estimation of how long you’ll be gone I have no problem with that. We can discuss the contract after that.”
When he was done washing her he lifted her off the tub, dried her body, and carried her to bed where he pulled the covers over her and told her to sleep. She did as she was told, closing her eyes, too tired to argue. She heard him close the door softly as he left.
