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“No, sir,” she admitted shyly. She couldn’t keep herself from smiling though and I was rewarded with the adorable sight of that cute little dimple on her cheek.
I reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, taking them down gently. I could have been rough with her, but she’d already been punished quite hard tonight. I wanted nothing more than to show her that I could also be sweet.
My fingertips caressed her skin as I guided her pants down her legs. I knelt and pulled off her shoes and socks before I stripped her completely.
I offered her my hand and led her over to the bath. She lifted one leg and put a hesitant toe into the water.
“It’s perfect,” she sighed, and I smiled. I’d made sure it would be the right temperature, not too hot or too cold. She leaned onto me as she climbed inside the massive claw-foot tub, slowly sinking down into the bubbles with a satisfied moan.
“Relax for a few moments. I’m going to get you something to eat,” I smiled, and she nodded, lying against the soft pillow at the end of the bathtub.
I left the room and went back to the kitchen. Inside the fridge was a wooden platter covered with sliced meats and cheeses. I pulled it out and put it on the counter. There were several bottles of wine as well, and I grabbed a petite Shiraz that I thought she’d enjoy. I popped the cork, pulled out a glass, and carried everything back into the master bath.
Her eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw everything. I put the charcuterie board down on a small side table and poured her a generous glass of red wine.
“Oh, wow. I feel so spoiled,” she whispered. I smoothed my hand down the back of her hand, not caring that she was wet.
“I take care of what’s mine,” I purred, and she bit her lip. I adored the way her cheeks pinkened right before my eyes. I picked up a piece of mozzarella, wrapped it in a slice of salami, and pressed it to her lips.
“You may sip your wine, but you are not allowed to feed yourself,” I said firmly, and she blushed harder, but she didn’t protest. She opened her lips for me like a good girl and took a bite directly from my fingers. I fed her slowly, letting her taste all the different types of cheeses. There were slices of Havarti, Swiss, sharp cheddar, pepper jack, and a blueberry-topped brie. That was her favorite, especially with the baked sea salt crackers I paired them with.
“I’m full,” she said eventually.
“I want you to take a few more bites for me,” I demanded softly, and she nodded. She hissed as she sat up.
“My bottom still hurts,” she admitted bashfully.
“It should,” I replied, and I fed her some more. I prepared several large bites for her, and she ate them all without complaint.
“That’s my good girl,” I praised her, and her face lit up. “Now hand me your wine and I’ll wash your hair,” I directed. She took one last long sip before she passed it to me with the sassiest little smirk.
“I’ll remember that,” I warned her playfully.
She whimpered excitedly.
“Wet your hair once more and then sit back for me,” I instructed.
She dipped her head into the water and drew back up. Droplets of water rolled down her back and I groaned, thinking about what else I wanted to lick off her soft porcelain skin. She shivered, almost as if she could read the thoughts rolling around in my head. I moved the stool behind her and poured a generous amount of shampoo into my palm before working it into her hair, ignoring the rising sexual tension between us.
I massaged her scalp with as much tenderness as I could muster. She moaned with pleasure as I took my time ensuring that every single strand atop her head was covered with soap. When I was finished, I carefully tilted her head back and rinsed her off.
Next, I worked a liberal amount of conditioner into her thick locks.
“Stand up for me,” I coaxed, and I offered a hand so that she wouldn’t slip. She took it and climbed to her feet. The blush on her cheeks deepened as the bubbles slid down her body and revealed her pert nipples and her swollen little pussy.
I pumped several spurts of body wash into a loofah and soaped it up before standing up in front of her. She shivered visibly as I towered over her.
“Hands on your head,” I commanded.
Very tentatively, she obeyed me. I could see the questions in her eyes, and I enjoyed that immensely. She didn’t know what I was going to do with her, and I liked that.
I started washing her shoulders first. I guided the loofah down her chest and took several long minutes as I washed her breasts, taking special care to tease her nipples.
“Spread your legs,” I instructed sternly. I placed one steadying hand on her waist as she slid one foot across the bottom of the tub and then the other.
I didn’t wash her pussy right away. Instead, I delayed by soaping up the flat expanse of her belly and guiding the loofah along her hipbones. I washed the tops of her thighs and everything else before finally returning to the sensitive area between them.
She was trembling with anticipation by then.
