CHAPTER 047: CHRIS

When Mat left, it was like the room grew smaller, like it was just me, and just Emily, and nothing else. All my attention was on her, and all my thoughts went to what she needed of me.

I loved dominating—of course, I did—but I loved the aftercare just as much. It was a much more intimate affair to have someone depend on you to take care of them when they're at their most vulnerable.

"Do you need more to drink?" I asked, taking in every part of her, to see signs of what she might need.

"I'm fine," she smiled, but it was a tired one. Her skin was bathed in sweat, and her eyes were droopy like she had to fight to keep them open.

Nodding, I rose from the bed. "I'll be right back."

Going into the en-suite bathroom, I turned on the water to the bath. I made sure it was at the perfect temperature before I pushed the drain stopper in place and started to fill the tub. Looking through the different bath oils I had, I remembered the strawberries she'd eaten at the restaurant.

She did like those