“The usual room, Chris.”

“Actually, that room is taken. The only other suite available tonight is a Premier, two floors up.”

“We don’t have to—” Prynne begins.

“We’ll take it.”

Chris raises an eyebrow, glancing back and forth between Prynne and me, while holding back a smile. I slide my card across the counter to end the debate and he takes it to book the room for the night.

I obviously don’t give a shit what he thinks about what’s going on here, but I can practically feel the self-consciousness radiating from Prynne. I’m sure part of it is the absence of those hot pink panties that are still tucked firmly in my pocket. I’m well familiar with what it’s like going commando while wearing pants and shorts, I can only imagine how much more intense the feeling is in nothing but a billowy dress like the one she has on.

Once the keys are made and paperwork signed, I take her hand and walk her across the lobby to the elevators. She grips mine tight, probably wondering about those million different things I can do to pleasure her. If she thinks penetration is the only way to get off, she has a lot to learn.

And I’m more than happy to play the professor.

The elevator doors open and I lead her inside. We have the car to ourselves.

“So…how many girls have you taken up to your usual room?”

I laugh softly. “Are you jealous?”

“Maybe,” she replies, sticking her chin out a bit.

This time my laugh is louder. “At least she’s honest.”

“Well?” she says, placing a hand on her hip impatiently.

I round Prynne, cornering her in the back of the car and stare down at her. “None with whom I’ve done what I’m about to do to you.”

She blinks up at me, no doubt wondering what to do with that ambiguous bit of information. Before she can respond, the doors open and I take her hand again to lead her to the room.

The Premier Room is a larger and more impressive version of the one I usually take. The most prominent feature is the larger tub located right in that far corner of glass walls. The Sexton Hotel certainly isn’t subtle about what it expects of its guests.

“Wow,” Prynne says, walking in ahead of me to take it all in after I turn on the lights. She turns back to face me. “This is crazy, Rhys.”

“It’s about to get even crazier,” I say with a smirk as I walk in, closing the door behind us.

“So…what now?” Prynne asks, standing nervously in the middle of the room.

“Well, I see at least a couple of options for us to explore.”

She twists her head to look at the bed to her left and then to the tub on her right.

I point at the bed and her eyes widen in mild panic. “Eeny,” I swivel the finger to the tub, walking slowly toward her, “meeny,” back to the bed, “miny,” back to the tub, “moe.”

Prynne laughs up at me now that I’m right in front of her with my finger pointed at the tub.

“I guess we have our answer,” I say, my eyes sliding over to the tub.

She turns to look at it and once again that bottom lip is trapped between her teeth.

“If we’re going to be dirty, we might as well be clean doing it,” I suggest. That gets a laugh out of her, easing some of the nervousness.

I walk past and grab her hand as I head toward the tub. It’s huge, definitely large enough to accommodate more than just two people—oh, Sexton Hotel, never change—certainly enough for Prynne and me to get up to a bit of fun.

The plug is one of those quaint stoppers on a chain and I place it in the drain and get the water started. It’ll take a while for a tub this size to fill up, plenty of time to ease Prynne into this. I squeeze probably too much bath gel into the water, my mind already imagining how adorable she’ll look surrounded by bubbles. Like one of those retro pin-up paintings by Gil Elvgren.

With the water slowly filling the tub, the bubbles already rising to an impressive height, I bring my attention back to Prynne. She stares back at me with a bright smile that doesn’t remotely hide the nervous anticipation bubbling up inside her.

“You first,” I say.

“You’re not going in with me?”

“Eventually.”

She slides her eyes toward the window, swallowing hard. She’s still new enough to this for each time to be daunting, which excites me. Her innocence and naivety stir something in me that’s protective in a paternal sort of way, but still viciously sexual. I want to wrap her up in my arms and cuddle her to sleep, but also fuck her silly. That’ll come eventually. For now, I’m satisfied watching this little butterfly come out of her chrysalis.

“Do you need me to help you again?” I ask, raising one eyebrow.

She smiles behind pursed lips and, by way of an answer, lifts the skirt of her dress up her thighs.

“You’re facing the wrong way,” I say, nodding my head toward the window behind her.

Prynne swallows hard, the dress frozen at mid-thigh, as she turns around to face the window behind her that looks out on New York. She slips out of her shoes as she closes the distance to the glass. The progression of her dress is slower now. If she knew how much more enticing it is this way, she’d probably be quick to pull the damn thing off like it was on fire.

I’m more than happy to watch the show from behind. She has a cute ass, which is revealed at an achingly hesitant pace. The dress is lifted past her waist, elongating her body as she pulls it over her head. She takes a moment to absorb the feeling of being mostly naked once again in front of New York as well as anyone who happens to be sailing along the Hudson right now.

Next, comes the bra. It’s some white cotton thing that doesn’t match the hot pink fabric in my pocket. That’s something I should probably rectify. I wonder what this innocent little virgin would look like in something more daring from someplace like Agent Provocateur. Butterflies deserve the proper set of wings.

“Can I get in now?”

She’s still facing the window, now completely naked in the light of the room. I love that she’s asked my permission. It means she’s also picked up on the Dom-sub feel of what we have going on. Or maybe teacher-student, another fantasy with which I’m more than happy to dabble.

“When the water is done.”

The tub is not even half-full. I know she can see it in the reflection by the way her naked body begins to shift with discomfort. She looks like a naughty child forced to stand in the corner for being bad. In this case, most of New York is free to witness her punishment. I’m suffering my own bit of punishment as my dick strains against the crotch of my pants.

When the bubbles threaten to spill over the top, I turn off the water. I wait a moment before addressing her, just to watch her squirm a bit more. This is too much fun.

“You may get in,” I say formally, actually feeling like a Dom. It’s something I can definitely get used to.

Prynne turns around and I drink in the sight of her nakedness as she slowly walks to the tub. Her eyes are downcast as she steps in and sinks into the cloud of bubbles. With the exception of her hair falling down around her like a waterfall, instead of up in a cute little bun on her head, she does look exactly like one of those retro pin-up posters. Definitely a picture that’s going into my own spank bank for future use.

“When are you coming in?” she says, pouting up at me like an adorable little sex kitten.

“When I’m done playing with you,” I say with a grin.