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And it fed the fire growing in him.
Hungrily, he kissed her. Consumed her. He took from her, gave to her. He wanted her to know how much she meant to him, how much he appreciated her submission.
When he ended it, her lips were swollen, her eyes sleepy. “Maybe I should fuck you now.”
“Maybe you should.”
Despite the temptation, he held on to control, and not for his sake, but because he wanted her to know, especially so early in their D/s play, that he meant what he said and that he wasn’t easily dissuaded.
That didn’t stop him from picturing her on her hands and knees with him pistoning into her from behind, filling her up.
Slowly he released his grip. “Go.”
He swatted her ass as she scampered away.
For longer than he should, he stared after her.
Then, after shaking his head, he turned down the comforter and organized their equipment, some on the bed, other things on the nightstand. “Are there extra towels in this closet?” he asked when he entered the bathroom.
She was still standing outside the bathtub, bending over to check the water temperature, giving him a hell of a tempting view.
“Yes,” she said, looking at him.
“Scissors?”
“Are you… Never mind. Of course you’re serious.” She sighed. “Kitchen drawer. Next to the refrigerator. And there are others in my office, smaller ones, in a mug on top of the desk.”
“And matches?”
“In the kitchen.”
He gave her a crisp nod.
Before he left, he grabbed a couple of towels and several washcloths. In the bedroom, he spread a towel on the mattress and placed the others nearby before opening the package containing the razor. He attached the blade then tested it for sharpness and to be sure it was properly secured.
After retrieving the things he wanted, he put the matches and scissors on the nightstand then joined her.
She was in the tub, steam rising around her, her hair piled on top of her head. He’d never given much thought to how much he enjoyed seeing a woman relaxing in the tub, and he could get accustomed to the small intimacy.
After putting down the bowl, he rolled up his sleeves and picked up the lilac-colored pouf that was sitting on a ledge. She had about a dozen different body washes, all lined up like sentries, from shortest to tallest. “Do you want to pick one?”
She grabbed a bottle from the middle. “This one makes a nice lather.” After flipping open the lid, she squirted some gel on the mesh ball.
Her tub was oversize, making it easy for her to sit with her back to him. He knelt on the tiles and started just beneath her hairline, running the pouf downward, then across her shoulders, trailing down her spine.
She gently moved her head from side to side, working out tension as he washed her.
“I could do this for you every night,” he said.
“I’m really not sure why I was objecting,” she replied softly. “This is pretty wonderful.”
He cupped handful after handful of water and rinsed her off. The feminine scent of the cream filled his senses, tuning him even more keenly into her. “Scoot around.”
After she did, he continued, washing her upper body and slightly abrading her breasts.
“I’m not sure I can tolerate that,” she admitted. “I’m so sensitized. Like I’m already coming undone.”
“Good. Now stand up.”
He offered a hand, and she put her warm one in his.
Nathan washed her pelvis then her ass and her legs, before dipping between her thighs. She grabbed his shoulders for balance.
As he rinsed the lather from her body, he told her, “Take your time. Enjoy your bath. I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom.”
He filled the bowl with warm water and carried it to the bedroom.
As he’d hoped, she didn’t keep him waiting long.
She stood in the doorway. Her long hair curled damply against her shoulders. Without being instructed, she dropped the towel she was wearing and walked toward him, her gaze on him.
“Exactly right,” he said approvingly.
She stopped a few inches from the bed.
“Please kneel for me.”
Kelsey looked at him for long seconds. He wondered whether or not she’d argue, but then she accepted his offered hand.
She was born for this. For him.
After she knelt, he fastened his collar into place. Not the collar, but his, he realized. “I bought this for you,” he told her.
“You couldn’t have,” she replied.
“I went to the store after I left you last night. All of these things, they’re yours. No other woman has touched them. No other sub ever will.”
He saw the breath catch in her throat.
“Thank you,” she said.
“I want you on your back, your butt on the towel.”
