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“There’s your answer,” he said. “I don’t know about all men, but,schatzlein, seeing your sweet nipples peeking through your hair, seeing it flow down your back to brush against the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen, and being able to use your hair to guide you down on my cock—well, that is the most incredible feeling for this man.”
“Hmmm,” she purred, as he began to pour water over her head again to rinse her hair. “In that case, and as long as you promise to wash it sometimes, I’ll leave it long. Deal?”
“You’ve got a deal,” he said, encircling her neck with his fingers before sealing the bargain with a kiss to her shoulder.
“Did you know you have magic fingers? I love it when you touch me, Sir.”
“That’s good,schatzlein, because I love touching you.” He kept her against him with one arm while reaching forward to pull the plug to release the water. He replaced the stopper and once more turned on the taps to replace the soapy water from her shampooing with clear water. He rinsed her hair more thoroughly, draining and refilling the tub once more. He knew it would have gone far faster if he had simply stood and put her under the shower. However, he wanted her exactly where she was, sitting between his legs, and there was no reason to hurry their bath.
He soaped the bath sponge and slowly washed her. Despite the fact she’d come three times, her nipples puckered, advertising her arousal as he gently washed her breasts, the sponge rubbing and sliding across the sensitive buds. When his hand holding the sponge began to drift lower, she unconsciously slid her legs tighter together.
“Naughty,” he whispered, his breath against her neck. “Open your legs, Elizabeth.” She hesitated, the feel of his breath on her neck causing her to mewl. “I will not repeat myself,” he said. She did as he commanded, his hand immediately covering her sex with the sponge. He took a long time washing between her legs, his fingers and the soft sponge caressing her sensitive skin, both sliding over her sensitive clitoris. He used the fingers of one hand to hold open the pouty lips as the other washed her pussy.
Logan grinned behind her. “That’s twice you’ve been naughty,schatzlein,” he whispered. “I see a spanking in your future.” She shivered, her pussy contracting around the fingertip he’d slipped inside.
“Hmmm, if you say so, Sir,” she said, “The spanking in the limo was… was nice.”
Logan chuckled and shook his head as he washed her back. “Elizabeth, my dear, you have absolutely no idea how much a spanking can make a girl regret she has been naughty,” he said, with just the right tone to shift her thoughts from the previous spanking’s ecstasy to perhaps worrying a bit about the next.
“Oh,” she said softly, when he dropped the sponge and moved to cup one cheek of her bottom.
“Oh, indeed,” he said, and then bent to kiss her neck, right behind her ear. Logan finished bathing himself and then stood, helping her to stand as well. He wrapped one of the towels around her and quickly dried himself before drying her much more slowly. He used the third towel to rub her hair, trying to absorb as much moisture as possible. She gave him a sleepy smirk.
“How do you like it being long now?” she asked. She reached up to take the towel from him, but he shook his head.
“As I said, I love it,” he said as he finished rubbing the strands gently before dropping the towel. He grabbed her comb from the sink and settled himself on the edge of the tub, pulling her to stand between his legs. He was extremely gentle as he worked the comb through the wet strands. Once free of any tangles, he reached and picked up the hairdryer and brush. It took almost fifteen minutes to dry her hair, his hand drawing the brush through one section at a time until it was once more a silky black curtain around her, the heat from the dryer transferring to her skin. She had her eyes closed and he was willing to bet she would have slipped to the floor except for his support as he kept her in place by the pressure of his thighs.
Satisfied that she wouldn’t sleep with wet hair, Logan turned off the dryer and guided her to step away far enough for him to stand. She squealed a little as he picked her up again. She had been so relaxed that it startled her. She laid her head against him and closed her eyes. He carried her down the hall and pushed into the room on his right. He used his elbow to flip on the light and knew instantly it wasn’t her bedroom. The room was definitely an office with baskets full of fabric swatches, boxes with flooring samples spilling out, and a desk covered with papers. He was about to flip off the light when he turned and saw drawings pinned across the wall next to the light switch. He adjusted Elizabeth a bit in his arms as he walked closer. Room after room was displayed, each beautifully furnished, as if truly welcoming you to come in and stay a while. He saw what appeared to be a lobby as well as a dining room. He looked down at the woman in his arms, her eyes closed. He was about to turn to leave with another drawing captured his eye. It was a drawing of a large room, a raised stage-like platform on one end. Something about it stirred his memory. “What’s this?” he asked softly, his eyes looking to her again.
“Hmmm?” she asked, sleepily. He jiggled her slightly.
“Elizabeth, what are these drawings for?” he asked. She slowly opened her eyes and realized what he was looking at. She stiffened for an instant and then relaxed in his arms.
“My dream,” she whispered.
Logan looked down, seeing her eyes had closed again. “Schatzlein, are you talking in your sleep? Are you dreaming?” he asked softly, realizing she must be more exhausted than he thought. He was surprised to hear her giggle softly.
“No, it’s my dream project,” she answered, “the dream to set me free.”
Logan was instantly interested. He wanted to examine the drawings closer, to talk to her, to discover this dream. “Will you share it with me?” he asked, understanding that no matter his desire to learn more about her and her dreams, they were exactly that… her dreams.
He wasn’t pushing or demanding she explain. He was a Dom and yet he was asking if she would share, not ordering she do so.
“Yes… tomorrow,” she said.
Her answer pleased him enormously. He flipped off the light and then found the correct room. He set her on her feet by the bed and chuckled when she attempted to crawl onto it. “Not yet,schatzlein,” he said, as he reached around her to pull back the quilt and sheet. He helped her into the bed and then slid in the other side. She snuggled up against him seeking his warmth.
Logan thought she had already slipped into sleep when she spoke quietly, “Sir, are you really going to spank me?”
He looked down to see her looking back at him. “Did you move when ordered not to?”
“Umm, I-I… Yes, but I’d have to be dead not to. You have a very wicked tongue, Sir.”
He bit back a chuckle. “Then I believe you can provide the answer to your question, can’t you?”
She gave a deep sigh and then pushed back the covers. Understanding she was about to crawl over his lap, he shook his head, tucking them back around her. “Not tonight, Elizabeth. When you are really naughty by not following my orders, I don’t give gentle spankings. If I spanked you now, you would definitely not have a comfortable night’s sleep.”
Her eyes widened, as if she were only now coming awake enough to truly listen to his words. “Oh, umm, thank you,” she said. “Thank you for not punishing me. I won’t do it again,” she promised.
