After Sleeping with My Childhood Prince, I Kicked Him Out from My World novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

60. Next Step

<<. Avery. >>

The Dom holds me by the arm and pulls me out of the water. The abundance of air hits my lungs and a feeling of euphoria takes over. He helps me out of the bathtub and I see someone standing behind me from the corner of my eyes, holding a blanket. My body shivers with cold water and a strange rush of energy and dizziness makes itself known.

It’s jarring. This feeling is like the release we feel during sex.

I am trying to process so much while a thick towel wraps around my body. Dom takes a seat and pulls me onto his lap.

“You did good,” He murmurs while someone dabs my hair. I turn my head and see a sub. She smiles at me.I sigh and lean into Dom’s chest. What was his name again? Lucas?

I giggle and he asks in amusement, “May I know what’s so funny?”

“It feels nice being pampered after a session,” I tell him. My body is so freaking cold. But there is a strange sense of happiness looming over my head. I feel like I am high on drugs.

On the first day, I couldn’t process the idea of aftercare by someone unknown. I have held hands and cuddled men because I wanted to date them. With M… I was okay playing because we were exploring. But here, I refused sex, and I know I might not date my trainer. The idea of snuggling a new person felt off.

“It’s not necessary to sexualize everything. Body needs some love after a session,” the mistress told me on the first day. “So don’t think about it. If I want to hold you, let me.”

As long as they are in boundaries, it is fine. Right?

Also, I don’t want any nasty sub–drop to happen to me. Jane, Jonas‘ pet, had told me a sub–drop can occur anywhere from a few minutes to a few days after a scene. In training too they explained fatigue, sadness, anxiety, and a sense of emotional emptiness are top problems if aftercare is not given. Although it totally depends on person to person. I would rather not risk it. I already have enough problems in my life.

And let’s admit it. Who doesn’t enjoy cuddling, talks, and reassurance?

I walk into the locker room, feeling a sense of calmness and relief. Dad has given me so many responsibilities, so it’s a nice disconnect every day after the stress of office. Like playing tennis. I think to myself, in amusement.

I fumble with the locker combination as I try to open it. I am a little eager to change into normal clothes, but I switch on my phone to check for any necessary emails or messages. There is a reminder for me.

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‘Dinner with Noah Miller Discuss next tour and music video release.‘

My jaw ticks. M’s brother….

Nowadays, I don’t want to do anything with M or Miles or whatever his name is… He is probably not even at fault. It’s just me who is an overemotional fool. I shake my head and text Lena to be ready for the night. I cannot, for the love of God, go to dinner with his brother alone. Even though its business dinner.

There is a missed call from an unknown number, then a text.

Unknown: ‘Hello, miss Avery. This is officer Beck handling your attack case. Please call me. We have some suspects for you to identify.”

My breath hitches. Did they catch him?

My hands shiver as I put my phone back in the locker and pick up my clothes.

My heart is beating fast, and I try to process. That’s a good sign, at least. It will clear the air if Della and Joy were behind that attack. They are claiming they had nothing to

O with it. I feel bad about Dad too. He is facing a challenging situation because of this.

And Ethan?

I snort. That fucker’s old deeds are making it onto the surface. Turns out his rising business skills were not dazzling after all. Way too many times, he used shady methods. I recognised the same pattern he used to take over dad’s business too. He has many projects under him from Collins Constructions. But I know I can take back control slowly and steadily. I need to be patient. The way media is questioning his company’s accounts, I am sure he will soon face a revenue department enquiry soon.

I pick up my clothes to change, a voice calls out.

“Sub, can I speak with you for a moment?” It’s my mistress. The one in–charge of my training. I turn my face to her and a feeling of apprehension creeps up my spine. “Of course, mistress,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.

She leads me to a quiet corner of the locker room and turns to face me. “It’s only been a few days… I wanted to check in and make sure that this is truly what you want,” she asks, her eyes scanning mine.

“Usually training takes much longer before we move to next step. You are splendid so far. But it’s my duty to make sure that you are really ready… for the auction. Physically and mentally.”

My heart races as I consider the question. Is this truly what I want? The problem is they cannot train me too far if I refuse to give them consent to ‘fuck‘.

She said that sex was important to bond with a Dom during training. If I don’t have one, it’s necessary to take the next step. The problem is, for the next step, I need to commit for a month. Auction is a way to find me interested people.

It is a little scary situation. I admit to myself. Not all sub–Dom relationships are full–time. Some members engage in a sub–Dom dynamic only inside the bedroom or at the club or sometimes in specific situations. While others live a full–time lifestyle. The level of commitment and involvement in the relationship depends on each couple. They

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decide what they are comfortable with. I personally want it part time. Also, I don’t like the idea of being a slave or

being someone’s property.

Rough sex? Yes, I like it very much.

I like bondage and impact play too. But I have only explored it a little. I need to try it more.

I am afraid What if the Dom who selectes me wants things different from me? But that’s a risk in any relationship. Right?

“Yes, mistress. This is what I want. I understand the sacrifices that come with this choice, but I will make them.”

She nods, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “I’m glad to hear that,” she says. “I value your dedication and I hope you are collared by someone who values you equally. Remember, if you ever have any doubts or concerns, you can always come to me.”

I walk out of the barn and into the car where Raylan is waiting to drive me home.

“All good?” he asks, and I nod.

The drive home is mostly quiet. When we enter the apartment, he reminds me, “I remember you have a business dinner tonight?”

“Yea… I will be ready in an hour.”

I need a warm shower before that. All those warm blankets did little to remove the ice cold shivers from my body. During training, most subs stay at the barn for the night, because they have their partners or Doms with them. I chose to keep the hours minimum. No point sleeping alone at night when I know I don’t have anyone. My trainers have their own life after all.

We walk into our rooms. After bath, I come to the living room. Lena is sitting on the couch.

“Hey…” She says in her chirpy voice.

“Hey!” I sigh as I slump onto the sofa next to her.

“How was the evening?” She drawls. “Did they tie your legs apart and fuck you with a dick on stick today?”

My cheek burns and I smack her arm.

“We have a man in the house… Don’t make such obscene comments for Fuck’s sake,” I whisper shout at her.

She rolls her eyes. “Let the man know that women can be wild sometimes.”

What am I supposed to tell her.