Chapter 65

Violett

His command cuts through the thoughts in my head. Something primal inside of me rushes to obey him, and the vibrations which had been threatening at the base of my spine gallop out and up my back, to spark behind my eyes. I throw my head back, open my mouth and a soundless cry emerges. The climax crashes over me, and seems to go on and on. When I open my eyes, I am in his arms and being carried to the bathroom.

He seats me on the sink, pulls off the thimbles from his fingers before he reaches over to wash his hands.

"Guess it’s a good thing that you ordered leather thimbles big enough to fit your fat fingers, eh?"

"You weren't complaining when I had said fat fingers inside you," he chuckles.

"Let me," he murmurs, and I straighten.

I watch as he wets a towel, then presses it between my legs.

Heat sears my cheeks, "You don’t have to."

"I want to."

"None of this will change how I feel about you."

"I don’t expect it to."

"If you think setting up a studio for me will get you into