When he entered, her nerves were jangling, and she was almost ready to call it all off. He came straight to her and picked her up, carrying her out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, where he’d filled the bath with scented water.
“Curt, what is this?”
“It’s a bath. It’s good for relaxation, and you’re too tense.”
“But I wanted . . . this isn’t what I . . .” As he slipped her into the water she sighed. Bliss. Maybe it wasn’t what she’d anticipated, but, damn, it felt good.
He grabbed some soap and a cloth and started to wash her shoulders.
“Uh, I can do that.” She grabbed for the cloth, and he pulled it back, frowning at her.
“I’m in charge right now, remember?”
“But I—”
“Being your Dom isn’t just about sex, whips, and chains, remember?” His lips quirked up on one side. “It’s also me making sure you have everything you need.”
Warmth filled her. God, he was so good to her, better than she deserved.
She was crazy to think it mattered where she lived or what she did. What mattered was him. She loved him. She lay there as he washed her. Thoroughly. He even made her spread her legs and place them on the sides of the tub so he could wash her pussy and ass. By the time he finished, she was so turned on, her pussy throbbing relentlessly.
He pulled her up and wrapped her in a fluffy towel. He dried her quickly then picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
“You’re so good to me,” she told him.
“You deserve it, baby. I know you’ve been through a lot these past few weeks. So much has happened, it’s got to be hard to catch your breath. To realize it’s over.”
Tears filled her eyes at his understanding. “It is. I feel like I’ve been in an emotional rollercoaster, only it never stops and there’s no way off.”
He laid her on the bed and opened the towel. Then he clasped her face between his hands. “Talk to me. I’m here for you. I’m not the greatest communicator, I know. But you’re the one person I will drop everything for to talk about whatever you need to. Understand?”
He was right. She’d been stupid to hold back “Yes.”
“And, God willing, that’s the end of everything. Fr
om now on, we can concentrate on us.” He ran a finger over her lower lip, and she opened her mouth, taking the digit into her mouth and sucking.
His breathing increased, but then he drew back. Disappointment filled her. She sat. “Curt—”
“Lie on your stomach,” he ordered in a gruff voice. He stood, moving stiffly, and she knew he wasn’t as unaffected as he was acting. He pulled open the bedside drawer as she lay on her front and watched as he grabbed a bottle of lube and oil.
She shivered. He’d been working increasingly bigger plugs into her ass. Was tonight the night he took her ass? He poured oil onto his hands and rubbed them together before giving her a massage to end all massages. He worked on her back until all the knots melted, her body growing into a pile of goo.
“Roll over,” he told her, helping her move to her back. This time, his massage was slower, more sensual, and he paid an awful lot attention to her breasts, swirling his hands around the mounds then plucking at the nipples.
She moaned, trying hard not to wriggle. He moved lower, over her stomach before dropping to her feet. That might have been disappointing if he didn’t give the best foot massage. Ever.
By the time he ran his hands up her legs, she swore she’d died and gone to heaven. He spread her thighs and rubbed the oil into the lips of her pussy, not that she needed extra lubrication. He massaged her inner lips, swirling his finger around her clit until her whole body shook with the need to come.
He flipped her, drawing her up onto her knees, her upper body resting against the mattress. She could barely keep herself in place, she felt so boneless and relaxed.
Curt chuckled. “Maybe I should give you a massage more often if this is the result. I’ve never seen you so obedient.”
“I’ll do whatever you want to get massages like that.”
His chuckle grew into an all-out belly laugh, and she smiled at the sound. She liked making him laugh. Then he spread her ass cheeks, and all humor faded. He ran a wet finger over her asshole, and she clenched reflexively. He smacked the side of her ass.
“No clenching. I’m taking this ass tonight.”