Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,41
that was an oxymoron or not.
I was no one’s idea of a safe harbor, but I’d never hurt Indy. Every fucker else, sure. But Indy, no. She’d wormed her way into my affection, burrowing deeper than that in all honesty. So deep I didn’t know what the fuck to do about it.
Rubbing my lips against her temple as she settled into the crook of my arms, I padded through to the bathroom. I placed her beside the toilet then murmured, “Go pee.”
She heaved a sigh, her eyes mutinous for the first time, and I merely arched a brow and boomed the order, “Pee.”
“Can’t you give me some privacy?”
“No such thing as privacy between you and me,” I reminded her calmly. “And for arguing, I’m gonna stand here and fucking watch you wipe when I’d have gotten into the bath before.”
She grimaced but plopped down onto the seat and did her business. Her gaze was on my knees, but I watched her bowed head, seeing the awkwardness as it took her a while before she reached for the paper I already had in my hands and that I gave her.
When she was done, I flushed the toilet before I reached for her hand and said, “Bath time for dirty Indy.”
Her nose crinkled. “We’re both as dirty as the other.”
My lips twitched. “Yeah, but I don’t get a boner cleaning myself up.”
She grinned at that, her eyes sparkling with glee as I helped her step into the tub. She waited, because she knew how shit rolled now—it hadn’t taken long, either. We’d only been exploring this side of things for the past couple weeks, but she knew that I’d treat her like a lady anywhere but when we were playing—and I climbed in behind, then guided her down so that she was sitting between my legs, her back against my chest.
Hissing when I reached down and pulled her legs apart, she muttered, “God, I’m sore.”
I hummed, unsurprised. Her back and knees would ache in the morning too from the way I’d had her posed.
Rubbing the tendons either side of her cunt with my hands, I let her wriggle around for a minute before I barked, “Stay still, Indy. I don’t want to get another boner just yet.”
She snorted. “Is it my fault you’re always hard around me?”
“Such a fucking brat,” I groused, one hand snapping up to grab her by the throat and pin her against me. She didn’t struggle and stopped wriggling as I muttered, “You working up to another punishment, Indy?”
Her eyelids fluttered. “N-No.”
“Then let me tend to you, hmm?” My voice was softer, and she sighed, before she buried her face in my inked throat and stayed there.
Content now she was still, pleased she sought solace in me, I carried on with my ministrations, rubbing her there, then rubbing along her thighs to her knees, manipulating her legs like she was a rag doll. Midway, I turned off the faucet with my foot, but the heat of the water worked into her bones, gradually making her limper in my hold.
It was to her detriment that her lack of appreciation of aftercare made me more intent in giving it to her. I was always careful with subs in the aftermath because it could fuck with their heads if you didn’t tend to them after, once you’d messed with their minds. But Indy didn’t like it.
She didn’t want any tenderness from me.
Which, quite naturally, made me give her my brand of it twice as much.
I viewed Indy like a rancher viewed a fractious horse that had cost him a million bucks and that he couldn’t get a fucking saddle on. Difference was, I could fuck Indy into letting me saddle her. Not that I was into pony play, but the analogy still worked.
When she was limp in my arms, her breath hot against my throat, her forehead sticky with sweat, I smiled.
There was an irony to the fact that she hated being touched, and me? I loved touching my subs. Loved smothering them in me. Loved being smothered in them.
She’d learn.
There were more ways than one to skin a cat, and Indy’d learn that soon enough.
Eight
Indy
After our bath, Cruz had rubbed me down then, in his usual way of hauling me around like I weighed less than a bag of flour, carried me to the bed where he’d massaged me from head to toe, humming as he did so.
Though he’d gone to a lot of effort to take away the ache,