Expensive - Amy Bellows Page 0,15

talks about. Or maybe it’s because I pleased my Daddy. I didn’t realize how good that would feel.

“Would it be alright if we went back to our room?” I ask. I hold back the words and cuddle. I want aftercare more than anything right now, but I’m afraid to ask for it—afraid I’ll ruin the moment if I do.

“Yes. I want to bathe you in that big tub. With warm water, I promise. Otherwise that poor ass of yours is going to smart something fierce.”

I relax. Timber’s going to take care of me. Why did I even question that?

“Was it everything you wanted, baby boy?” he asks.

I smile. “Yes. Yes, it was.”

8

Timber

I slowly run a washcloth over Andrew’s arm. He’s laying inside the tub with his eyes closed, on the verge of sleep. I expected him to be insatiable at this point. That’s what the articles on bond aches suggested would happen. I’m not sure why he’s so relaxed. Maybe because it was his first time? Or maybe it’s because I was so rough with him? He can really take a pounding.

I’m proud of him.

If he were my scene partner, I’d discuss working with him again and doing more intense kink. The chemistry between us is wild, and the way he stopped me in the beginning, just to check that he could, was beautiful. It was like watching someone blossom right in front of me. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d stop me if I took things too far. It gave me this heady sense of freedom I rarely experience while filming.

Sometimes subs feel pressured to do too much in the fear that they won’t be hired again if they use their safe word. It’s difficult to truly let go unless I’ve worked with someone multiple times, and I understand their limits well.

Sex with Andrew is so much better than the sex I have at work. It makes me wonder if I’ve been in the business too long.

I’ve never been with a sub who made me feel like that.

“Are you ready for bed? Or would you like to read to me?”

His eyes fly open. “Read to you? Can I really?”

Damn, if he doesn’t make me smile more than I have in years.

“Yes. Ready to get out?” The water is beginning to cool. In a few minutes, it won’t be comfortable for him anymore.

He grasps the sides of the tub. I stand up and lean down to kiss the top of his wet head.

“I’ll get you out.”

I tuck my hands underneath his armpits and lift him up. He’s still a little shaky from holding so still for me earlier. I grab a towel from a nearby rack, and wrap it around his shoulders, rubbing my hands up and down his arms.

“You get dry. I’ll grab your pajamas.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but I give him a firm look that makes him close it again.

Andrew has two huge bags to search through. They’re both meticulously organized. The contents of his suitcases make me smile. He brought bison jerky, my favorite. And one of his bags is halfway full of books. There are at least twenty of them. He probably could have packed everything into one suitcase if he didn’t need to bring an entire library with him.

I find his pajamas in the corner of the book suitcase. Underneath them is a stuffed bear. Its brown fur is worn through along its stomach like it’s been hugged too many times.

My heart aches. Andrew needs someone to take care of him, not just a fuck buddy he can call Daddy.

I hear quick footsteps behind me. Andrew runs around me, and crouches in front of his suitcase, snatching the bear from my hands.

“I packed him just in case things didn’t work out, okay? This is my first time, and I didn’t want to feel alone—”

I place my hand on his bare knee. “Andrew, it’s okay.”

He searches my eyes, his whole body tense with fear. Does he honestly think I’d judge him for packing a bear? In the pits, I used to lump up the food sacks our captors threw down after they’d been emptied. A few sacks tied together were big enough to pass for dolls. After the omegas gave birth and our captors took their babies away, I’d give them one of my makeshift dolls to hold as they cried for their children.

Andrew’s bear isn’t the same thing, but in this life, we have to take comfort where we can