#Chapter 74: You Don’t Have To Lie

Ollie’s POV All throughout our evening together, Declan doesn’t touch me – or himself – even once. He commands me through two more orgasms before checking his watch and announcing that it is time for him to leave. Before he does though, he wets a washcloth in the sink and then gently wipes down my sweaty body, cleaning and comforting me in a wordless, soft way that I never would have expected from him. This clear distinction, the difference between his cool commands and this warm softness has me desiring him even more. He was right. He was gentle with me this time. This felt like only a taste of what was to come in the future if I allow it. And I really want to allow it. After making sure I’m comfortable, he starts to step back away from me. “When you need your master again, you will contact me,” he says. Overconfident bastard. He talks as if he’s certain I’m going to want him like this again, and soon. Damn him for being so right. He hasn’t even left yet and already I’