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Alexander
I held Krystina tight against me, with her head resting under my chin. Using my index finger, I traced the curve of her spine and the shape of her shoulder blades. She hummed under my touch, satiated from the throws of passion.
I brushed my lips over the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair. Her intoxicating smell caused my desire to surge, blistering hot through my veins.
Goddamn, but I want her again.
I closed my eyes and took a few measured breaths, fighting off the urge to take her once more. I couldn’t, at least not just yet. If we were going to venture into a true BDSM relationship, there were certain things I had to attend to first. In the past, I had always felt it was the submissive's responsibility to attend to their personal needs after playing. However, Krystina was different. If I ignored certain aspects of my world, it would be a huge mistake we would both regret.
“Sit up, angel. I need you to drink a glass of water,” I said, shifting us both into a sitting position. I reached onto the nightstand to get the vanity cup I had filled while in the bathroom.
“Thanks. I’m parched,” she said groggily but eagerly took the glass to quench her dry mouth.
“Easy, not too fast. You need to hydrate, not make yourself sick.”
“I’m thirsty, Alex. Don’t worry. I don’t think water will make me ill.” She laughed, but her words were still sluggish. I didn’t like the coloring of her skin. I could see her cheeks were flushed through the dim lighting, but the rest of her was ghostly pale. I closed my eyes briefly. Guilt swelled in my gut.
I was too hard on her. Dammit!
I knew better than that. Going too rough on a first-timer could have devastating results.
“I’m serious, Krystina,” I insisted. I moved to position myself behind her and began to massage her shoulders lightly. “It’s important you take care of your body after a scene like we just had.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t hold much back with the flogger. At any point, tonight, did you find you lost your focus at all? Almost as if you were in a trance?”
She turned her head to face me, brows furrowed in question.
“Actually, I did. Why?”
“It’s a natural occurrence for a submissive, and part of the reason why I want you to stay overnight with me tonight,” I explained, continuing to knead and press my thumbs into the muscles of her shoulders. “It’s important you are cared for properly after feeling that way. What you experienced is something called subspace, and it’s not something that should be considered lightly.”
Her nose pinched up in confusion.
“Subspace? Isn’t that something from Star Trek?”
The purity of her question was so unexpected and completely disarming. A low chuckle rumbled in my throat. I was amazed at how easily I was able to laugh with her. To simply be me.
“Possibly, I guess. I’m not sure. I’ve never seen Star Trek,” I admitted.
“You’re kidding! Everyone has been a Trekkie at one point in their life—it’s like a rite of passage. You must have had a very boring childhood,” she scoffed. Her words were beginning to sound a little more energized, and her skin color was returning to normal.
Good. She’s coming down.
“Well, perhaps it’s in a science fiction movie, but I assure you—what I am referring to is anything but fictional. It’s a very real thing.”
“How do you know so much about this stuff?”
“Time. Practice. I learned a lot from the clubs. What I didn’t learn from there, I read about. Besides, it’s what I like. Why wouldn’t I make it my business to know a lot about it?”
She got quiet then, her expression thoughtful as if she were mulling over my words. After a minute, she cast her gaze down and started fiddling with the sheets tangled around us.
“Water, back rubs, sleepovers…do you take care of all your submissive women this way?” she questioned timidly. It was almost as if she were afraid of the answer.
“No. You are the first,” I admitted.
She slowly looked back up, eyes round and disbelieving.
