Her release is powerful, waves of pleasure visibly washing through her as she cries out my name.The sound of it, my name on her lips as she comes apart, is my undoing.My rhythm falters as my climax hits, intense and all-consuming.
For a moment, the world narrows to just us, connected, complete.
Afterward, I carefully untie her, checking each area where the ropes have left marks on her skin.I massage her wrists and ankles, ensuring proper circulation, before drawing her into my arms.
"You did beautifully," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple.
She nestles against my chest, her usual resistance to aftercare noticeably absent tonight.It feels like progress, like trust.
We lie in comfortable silence for a while, her body warm against mine, her breathing steady and calm.I’m pensive as I run my fingers through her hair, savoring this moment of peace.
"I need to travel for work soon," I say, breaking the quiet."Just for a few days."
She shifts slightly, looking up at me."Oh?When do you leave?"she asks me while tracing patterns on my chest with her fingertip.
"End of the week.I'll be gone through the weekend."
She nods, her expression unreadable."That's fine.I've got a lot of clients booked, anyway."
Part of me wants to ask her to come with me, to extend our time together beyond these walls.But that would cross a line we've silently agreed not to approach.Our arrangement is confined to Club Red, with no outside entanglements and no real-world complications.
"I'd like to have some phone play while I'm gone," I say instead, watching her reaction carefully."If you're interested."
Her lips curve into a small smile."I might be persuaded."
"Oh?"I raise an eyebrow, enjoying this playful side of her."And what would that take?"
"Surprise me," she challenges, a glint in her eye.
I chuckle, tightening my arm around her."Be careful what you wish for, Skye.I can be very creative, even from a distance."
"I'm counting on it."
We lapse back into silence, but there's a new tension in the air, anticipation, possibly.The thought of maintaining our connection while I'm away feels both risky and necessary.I've never done that with a sub before, nor have I ever felt the need to stay connected beyond physical proximity.
Eventually, she stirs."I should get going.Early client tomorrow."
I nod, helping her gather her clothes.I watch as she dresses, missing her nakedness already.When she's ready, I walk her to the door.
"Text me when you get home," I tell her.It's not a request.
"Yes, Sir," she says, the honorific sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.
I pull her in for one last kiss, deeper, more possessive than I intended.When we break apart, her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright.
Outside my suite, we encounter Mase in the hallway.His face is impassive as always, but his eyes miss nothing.I can practically see him cataloging Skye's appearance, my hand at the small of her back, and the lingering intimacy between us.
"Mase," I acknowledge with a nod.
He doesn't say a word.Just a nod in my direction is my only indication he even heard me.
I walk Skye to the elevator, aware of Mase watching us.He's always been perceptive, dangerous in his line of work, annoying in mine.
"Be extra vigilant coming and going," I murmur to her as the elevator doors open."Security concerns."
Her brow furrows."Is something wrong?"
"Just a precaution.Club business."I press a kiss to her forehead."Nothing for you to worry about."