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“Good girl. You were incredible.”
Drake held her body while he removed his finger and gently pulled out. The audience clapped around them. In the moment of climax, he’d forgotten others were still in the room.
Drake removed Alessandra’s blindfold, replaced her mask, and then untied the rope around her wrists. He massaged them for a moment before turning her to their audience.
“Take your bow, dolcezza.”
***
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Somehow, she managed to do as Drake said. It was all too much. Alessandra’s head and body buzzed. Every nerve ending was scraped raw.
Feeling lightheaded in her post-orgasmic haze, she felt faint. Luckily Drake was there to catch her so that she wouldn’t fall. She’d come to learn that he would always catch her if she fell. He commanded everyone to leave then and scooped her into his arms.
“Careful now, bella. They’re all gone, and it’s my turn to take care of you.”
Drake carried her bridal style into the en-suite and ran hot water into the tub. He gingerly removed the wrist cuffs and massaged her tender skin. He kissed each wrist with appreciation before reaching to remove her collar.
Alessandra held up her hand to still him. “Leave it,” she said.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She smiled gently and nodded. “For a little while.”
Drake helped her into the tub, and she hissed as the water scalded her sensitive skin. He immediately adjusted the tap before joining her. The water soothed aches she didn’t realize she had from their rigorous lovemaking.
He grabbed a sponge, squirted some luxurious bath gel onto it, and soaped Alessandra’s body. She leaned against his chest and groaned when he reached her intimate areas.
“You were incredible tonight, dolcezza. I’m so proud of you. I hope you enjoyed it too.”
“Thank you, Master,” she said, still in a haze.
“We’re done playing, Alessandra. I’m Drake now. I only want to take care of my wife.”
She swallowed and nodded. Drake noticed the shift and wrapped his arms around her.
“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” His face reflected the concern in his voice.
Alessandra reached up to touch his cheek to reassure him.
“Bella, you’re crying. Talk to me.”
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed.
He turned her around and pulled her against his chest. “Fuck, amore mio. Did I hurt you?” he asked.
She shook her head. She couldn’t articulate the swirl of emotions she felt. Alessandra’s heart flipped. Tonight didn’t just cement their bond as Dominant and submissive. It made her inexplicably his.
With Alessandra still in his lap, Drake applied a generous amount of shampoo to her auburn waves. She groaned as he massaged her scalp, running his fingers through her long hair. He peppered her face and neck with light kisses. He turned on the spray nozzle and pulled the shower head down to rinse her.
He helped her climb out of the tub, wrapped her in a plush robe, and carried her back to bed. While they were bathing, someone had been in the room to clean the toys and room. The sheets had been changed, and a comforter had been laid on top, along with several pillows.
Drake laid Alessandra against the pillows and poured her a glass of water. He watched as she drank the whole thing. Pride swelled in his chest as he cared for her.
“Are you hungry? I can get you some cheese or chocolates, or I can order something heavier if you’d like.”
She shook her head. “I’m good, Drake. Thank you. I just want you to hold me.”
