Chapter 84. Seventeen

“Turn around,” Colt said, looking down at me, and I did, turning my body to face the bathtub.

“Hold your hair up.” His voice was low and deep.

I inhaled and moved one hand back to bunch my hair up.

It appeared he was in his dom mood, but a nurturing dom, so I had no idea if he was going to whip me or not.

His hand touched the back of my neck, and my muscles tensed up. 

His thumbs started to massage both sides of my neck, slowly moving to join at the top of my spine.

My shoulders sagged, and I let out a long exhale it seems I’d been holding all my life.

I felt him leaning in, and he kissed my hand that was bunching my hair up.

Then he started to unzip my dress and every couple inches of skin that was bare to him, he stopped to knead the muscles there.

My eyes were closed, my throat humming tonelessly.

His touch… Colt’s touch was good enough to put me to sleep if they did not somehow manage to light my skin on fire at the same