Chapter 30

RULE #29: AFTERCARE IS THE BEST.

Presh

"Can I take you home with me?" Musa asks, kissing my forehead.

"Of course," I whisper, as if that's even a question.

"We can continue your aftercare there."

My heart does a little dance of delight, because I don't need to ask what aftercare is — I've done my research, after all. And Madame Kink — er, Nandi — was very firm about the importance of aftercare. And I mean… who wouldn't love to be looked after and doted on? As if Musa doesn't do that enough.

"I sort of thought this was the aftercare," I point out. He's already cleaned off all the wax, made me drink a bottle of water, and cuddled me into cosy bliss for the last hour.

But he looks down at me and brushes my hair out of my face. There's a serious expression on his face.

"You got a little upset. I just don't want to send you home. I'd rather keep you with me all night."

"Oh God." I try to hide my face, still a little humiliated over the way I cried. He won't let me turn away, though, pulling my gaze back to his.

"Don't be embarrassed, Precious. That's a normal response to pain. I did that to you on purpose."

"You wanted to make me cry?"

He runs his thumb under my eye, which I'm sure is dripping with mascara from my tears. "Yes. I wanted you to let go of whatever you were holding on to. It was intense, I know. Are you feeling okay now?"

I nod. I feel better than okay. I feel both exhausted and raw, but also renewed.

"Good." He kisses my temple. "Let's go home."