Page 38 of Beautiful Disaster

“No doubt. Since we met Julien, he’s made sure we always eat.”

“He sounds like a good man.”

“He’s the best.”

Once the tub is full, we climb in. I sit behind Jinx, and he sits between my legs. The tub is huge, big enough to accommodate us both.

I reach for the handheld shower and wet his hair. Jinx leans his head back and closes his eyes. “I already washed my hair,” he says.

“I know, but this is part of the special treatment, and what to expect whenever you’re good for me. Besides, I enjoy doing it, spoiling my subs, spoiling you.”

“Not complaining. Maybe you should adopt me, Daddy.”

I smile as I lather his hair, digging my fingers into his scalp, massaging it. It pulls a groan from him, and he leans his head back for more.

Jinx’s mood shifts are something I’m going to have to not only get used to but also monitor. He’s going to be tricky once we start.

I work my fingers around his temples, then down to the base of his head, and to his neck.

“God, no one’s ever massaged me. How have I been living this long without it?”

“You can hire people to do that for you, too.”

“No way. This is what I want as a reward.”

“You got it.”

There’s something to be said for simplicity. Sometimes those little things make us the happiest.

After I rinse his hair, I apply some conditioner and continue working over his scalp.

Jinx is bent forward now, head down, but his body is absolutely relaxed. I enjoy giving rewards as much as I enjoy doling out punishments. It’s all pleasing to me.

Ghosts try to intrude, but I don’t let Jude rule my thoughts, shutting out the noise and just enjoying molding Jinx like clay.

I rinse his hair a second time, and he rolls onto his side, leaning against me. I want to bathe his body, but he looks like he’s about to pass out. He yawns loudly to prove my point.

“Come on, Precious. Let’s get you out of the tub and dry off.”

“Can’t I just sleep in here? I’m so comfortable.”

I chuckle and kiss the top of his head. “No.”

“Did you know I used to have pink hair?” he drawls.

I laugh softly again at the random thought. “I did not.”

“Yep.”

No elaboration. No story. Okay then.

I lift him to sit up and get out of the tub. I quickly dry off and then help him out.

He sways on his feet as I run the soft towel across his skin, then roughly dry his hair.

“Did you enjoy tonight, Jinx?”

“Mm-hmm… So much.” He yawns once more. “God, why am I so tired?”