Sitting on the bench and scooting in, she smiled at Luke’s expression of bemusement as he stared down at her. Taking his hand again, she pulled him down so he was laying on the bench, his head on her lap, facing away from her body.

“This is aftercare?” he asked as she began to gently stroke her fingers through his hair.

“Yes, this is aftercare,” she said, leaning to the side to reach for one of the water bottles conveniently kept in a shelf under the table.

“Mmmm.”

To her surprise, alarm, and reluctant delight, Luke flipped his body over to bury his face in her midriff, wrapping his arms around her waist. Olivia froze, unsure of what to do.

Aftercare was for both the submissive and the dominant, but it was up to her as the dominant that the submissive received the care they needed. Something about the way Luke was clinging to her, snuggling into her, made her feel he probably needed this kind of tactile care. Which wouldn’t have been a problem except it made her yearn for things she shouldn’t.

He owns this club. He owns this club. He owns this club. He is technically in charge of you.

Only technically.

No, don’t go there, don’t equivocate or make excuses. It would be a fucking terrible idea.

I’ve had worse ideas.

Have I?

She returned to stroking his hair, feeling far more conflicted than she could remember ever being in years.

Olivia wanted him.

Olivia shouldn’t get involved with him.

So far both impulses were running about equal.

At least she thought they were equal.

The soft, squishy feeling in her chest as he sighed happily and shifted again, cuddling her like a teddy bear, indicated the former might be pulling ahead.

But it was such a bad idea.

After changing back into his regular clothes, Luke found himself back at Olivia’s office door. Her presence was like a siren’s call, one he couldn’t resist even if he wanted to.

When he’d gone back to the locker room to change, he’d been very thankful the Doms had all just needed to put on their coats and leave, giving him the space to himself. The entire time he’d been cuddling with Olivia in the alcove his cock had remained hard and ready, although without the urgency he’d felt on the bench. Inhaling her scent, feeling her fingers running through his hair, had been sensually erotic.

Since he’d had the room to himself, he’d jerked off hard and fast, his knees shaking with the intensity of his orgasm.

Yet, strangely, he felt like he could easily go for round two. Maybe because his ass still tingled and felt incredibly sensitive against his jeans, even through his underwear. Or maybe that was just the effect Olivia had on him.

“Come in.”