Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
But that’s not what entertainers do. We’re professionals, here to do a job. I’ve done mine now, and it’s time to go home.
I wish I’d have picked PJs to wear instead of tight-fitting PVC and stilettos when the butler comes to collect me and takes me away to get me dressed. Damn it, it feels like I’m wrapped in plastic, pressing on raw, wounded skin. He tries to be gentle, but there is no way. I grapple with the zip myself, to get it done and over with.
It’s a lot less comfortable a ride on the way home than it was on the way to the proposal. Understatement of my lifetime.
Sure enough, I find a bottle of water, and a tub which must be ‘ointment’. I manage to take a swig of water while still leaving my hood on, and fight the urge to attempt to use my phone in my hood as well. I really want to send Josh a D&S message after that performance. He must be worried sick about me, since there’s no way he didn’t know the scale of what these guys wanted or where the fuck they were taking me. Tiff must have given him a rundown after her go with them. Hers must have been at least as hardcore as mine, and I bet she’s done more of them. I wonder just how far they’ve pushed a vixen like her…
Hmm. Maybe I’ll get to find out for myself.
I can hope.
It won’t be for a while yet, though. No chance. I’ll need some recovery time. Again. Understatement.
Thank fuck I have my incredible boyfriend waiting back home to help me.
The word gratitude could never cover it. Josh is a saint… and he’s about to look after a dirty little sinner.
I know the proposal offered aftercare to get me home and comfortable, but I won’t need that. Josh is already waiting outside in the parking area when we pull up and I take my hood off. I double take in shock as I open the door, because I haven’t had so much as a chance to even find my phone yet, let alone message him a D&S.
He helps me to my feet, and holds up a hand to the nameless driver.
“Josh, how did you…” I begin.
“The time,” he says. “Six hours and thirty minutes back from the venue. I knew when you’d be due back here.”
“I could have called time out earlier.”
He smiles like I’m a goddess.
“I knew you wouldn’t. There was no way you’d have used your safe word, and I knew it.”
I wince as I take a step.
“Yeah, well maybe I should have. You have no idea how sliced up I am, seriously. I’m a fucking mess. The things they did to me. You wouldn’t believe it.”
He would, though. His smirk says it all.
My daze of a brain gets a grip of things, and it’s obvious.
I’m not the only person he’s met after a session with the founders. I’m likely not the first person he’ll be helping recuperate in the aftermath. He’s been here before, with Tiff getting out of the Bentley instead of me.
Josh looks at the ointment in my hand.
“I’ve heard rumours that might help an awful lot with internal burning.”
“Rumours, yeah.” I laugh. “I bet you have.”
“So, tell me, baby. Would you prefer to limp or be carried?” he asks.
“Normally, I’d say carried, but right now, at the thought of having any kind of pressure on my ass… I think I’ll limp a little, thanks. I’d appreciate an arm, though.”
“You’ve got it. Whatever you want. Just say the word.”
“I should have said the word about four hours ago if I had any damn sense in me. I must be insane.”
His eyes are alive under the nightlights as he helps me along towards the courtyard. I’m grateful for the gift of sight to the max after being hooded for so long.
“Did you enjoy it?” he asks.
Even now, in the hell of the comedown, I have to grin.
“Yeah. I loved it.”
He laughs and kisses my head.
“Then there’s nothing insane about it.”
“Let’s see if I’m still saying that in the morning.”
“Nah,” he says. “What counts is what you’ll be saying when another of their proposals comes through, and we both already know the answer to that.”
I grin up at the tower above us, praising the stars.
Yes. We do.
I’ll be clicking accept the very moment it arrives in my inbox, insane or not.
Chapter Thirty
Josh is way more competent with aftercare than I am. He has creams and lotions galore, and he’s blessed with exceptionally skilled hands to sort my skin out, but as for my insides. My God they’re painful, but they’ll heal. Eventually. Plus, I know a little bit about internal aftercare myself by now…
Thank you flannel, and thank you, Daddy. I use his method before I use the ointment gift of the founders, and actually, it’s not all that bad once I’m done.