Page 42 of Haden

She lets out a deep breath as we enter her room, and I lock the door.

I chuckle and pull her into my arms. “The only person who saw us was Isabel.”

Emilia groans. “She’s probably hyperventilating. She seems so sweet and innocent. Seeing me sneak in through the back door after leaving with you last night is going to scar her for life.”

Laughing, I kiss my girl. “She’s not a child. I assume she’s about twenty-five.”

“Yeah, but she’s been a live-in nanny for a family in the city for seven years. She’s so nervous and skittish. I doubt she’s ever been on a date, let alone snuck out with a man to fuck in his RV.”

“You didn’t fuck anyone, jitterbug,” I tease.

“Whatever.”

I reach for the hem of her borrowed sweatshirt and pull it over her head. “Shower. We’re both dirty.” I smirk.

She rolls her eyes. “Too bad you can’t wash the inside of your mind. It’s filthy.”

“Ha-ha.” I take her hand and lead her to the attached bathroom. The best thing about this old mansion is the size of the rooms. The bedrooms are huge. The bathrooms didn’t exist until years after this part of the house was built. They’ve been remodeled a few times, the last time being about thirty or forty years ago. They could use renovating, but they’re functional. It won’t be high on the list.

The tub is the kind that’s both a shower and a bathtub. It will accommodate both of us, and it has sliding glass doors, so we won’t have to fight with a curtain attacking us while we wash ourselves.

After turning on the water and adjusting it, I strip out of my clothes and drop them on top of Emilia’s overflowing hamper. A thrill races down my spine at the sight of our clothes mixed together. I’ll start a load of laundry when I have a chance. That’s obviously not something that ranks high on Emilia’s daily to-do list.

When I look at her, I find her fidgeting. “You want to go first?” she asks.

I grab her hand. “There’s no first, naughty girl. We’re going in together. I’ll wash you. You can wash me. Energy efficient, don’t you think?”

Even though I’ve seen her naked, eaten her pussy twice, and taken intimate pictures of her, she’s embarrassed about getting in the enclosure with me.

I help her into the tub, climb in behind her, and close the glass door before guiding her under the warm water. She’s stiff.

After hauling her into my arms, I tip her head back. “What’s on your mind, baby?” Eventually, I’ll learn to read her, but I’m not there yet.

“You’re so calm,” she says softly. “It’s like a hurricane went through here, flipping my life upside down, turning me into someone I don’t know. And you’re just…calm. ‘Let’s shower together. Save water. I’ll wash your pussy. You can wash my cock. You can’t have it inside you, but I’ll let you stroke it…’ I can’t catch my breath.”

I pull her closer so her breasts flatten against my chest. “Inside, I’m not as calm as I’m projecting, baby,” I confess. “Inside, I’m in knots, praying to all the gods who will listen to let me keep you. Hoping this is for real. I know I act like an arrogant hard-ass most of the time, but I’m as vulnerable as the next guy.”

She stops trembling and leans into me, giving me her weight. “Yeah?”

I nod, deciding to share a bit of myself I’ve been holding back. It’s time. “I’ve had one serious girlfriend in my life, Emilia. It was several years ago before I met you. Her name was Renee. I thought we were perfect together. When we met, I told her I was a Dominant, and she seemed excited. The truth was that she was faking it, pretending to be submissive when really she didn’t have a submissive bone in her body. I should have seen the signs, but I ignored them. I was enamored by what I thought was real between us. Eventually, it all blew up in my face, and she left. I haven’t trusted another woman since then. Until you.”

Emilia slides her hands up my back, holding me close. “Is that why you’re dominating me so strongly? You want to prove I can take it?”

I nod. “Yes. But this thing between you and me is something much greater than that. I know that deep in my heart. You’re genuinely submissive. I see that. Nevertheless, I find myself pushing you and pushing you so that I can prove something I already know.”

“I didn’t know I was submissive,” she tells me.

“I know you didn’t. That’s part of the attraction. Your responses are so pure and genuine.”

“I’ll never lie to you,” Emilia says.

“I know you won’t. Can you be patient with me while I take over your life?” I’m sort of teasing, but not really.

She giggles. “I’m pretty sure you’ve already taken control of every aspect of my life, including my menstrual cycles. It turns out when you boss me around, it makes me horny.”

I smile broadly. “Yeah, I love that.”

She narrows her gaze. “Why did she do it? Renee. Why try to pretend she was submissive when she knew you were so dominant?”