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Mmm... that food smells delic... Wait... Why am I smelling food cooking?! My eyes snap open, as I try to hone in my senses that were made slow by sleep. For a moment I contemplate whether or not I should grab for the metal bar under my bed, before everything snaps into place.
Matt...
Quickly, but quietly I hop out of bed, full of excitement. I'm still naked... frick... should I go out nude or should I at least put panties and a shirt on...???
My modest side wins. Slipping into my closet, I find my beat up Flyleaf t-shirt that I took the scissors to about a year ago. Perfect! It's comfy and yet sexy the way it slopes off of my shoulder. Wrenching the cut up neckline a bit, so it'll sag down on my shoulder a bit more, I run over to my dresser and quickly pick out a cute pair of black lace panties. Before I walk out into the living room area, I tug down my shirt a bit more so that the tattoo on my arm peaks out above my shirt. That's when my fingers find my collar. A warmth spreads inside of me and a small smile blossoms on my face.
Quietly, I walk out to find his broad shouldered form turned away from me as he cooks something delicious-smelling at the stove. He must have changed when he woke up, because he has a different, seemingly more comfortable outfit on than when he came home with me earlier.
With all the stealth I can muster, my bare feet pad silently across the cool, wood floor over to him and I gently slide my arms around his chest, pressing myself to him. It feels so nice to be able to finally be so close to him. I softly sigh, with absolute happiness, as I hold onto him tightly, my hands clenching his shirt.
"Well, hello my sleepy pet."
"Mmm, hello, Master."
"I'm sorry if I was being too noisy. I didn't wake you did I?" His voice is full of concern as he spares a quick look over his shoulder at me. My heart beats just a little bit faster as my stomach has a batch of butterflies bloom within it. Goodness, I love him.
Smiling I reply, "Oh, no. Not at all my love," as I snuggle my face into his back. God he smells so good. Hmm, but, the food smells good too. "What are you cooking? It smells amazing."
"Oh, just the beginnings of a creamy potato soup for you. I remembered that you said you liked it, so I figured I'd make you some while you were sleeping." His left hand comes to enfold both of my hands at his chest. Such a simple gesture, but it makes me feel so loved.
Standing on tip toe, I peak around him, seeing that he has already fried up the bacon and has moved on to creating the roux from the left over bacon grease. On the side of the stove he has all of his ingredients lined up, ready to put in. As I watch, he adds them in one handed and tops it off with the heavy cream. After stirring his concoction a few times, he puts the lid on and lowers the fire.
"It needs to simmer on low for about an hour now... I wonder what we should do with our time together in the meantime...???" He asks as he turns around in my arms, carefully putting his own arms around me.
I giggle in reply, but before I can respond, his face takes on a serious expression.
"Oh Pet, what's the rule?"
Confused, I open my mouth to say I don't know what he's talking about, when I remember. "I'm not supposed to wear any clothes in your presence, unless it's stockings..." My cheeks flush at the prospect of parading around naked, as I mumble my response. Even though I live by myself, I rarely go... naked.
"That's mostly correct... You forgot that your collar is acceptable as well." A slightly crooked smile tugs at his lips before he leans down to whisper in my ear, "Even though this looks extremely sexy on you Katie, I'd honestly rather you be naked."
An implication and his breath tickling my ear; that is literally all it takes to light my fire. Fuck. My breathing deepens as my eyes slide shut and I start biting my lip. The sensations he's causing are almost too much to handle.
"You know, I have an idea... Come on pet." He grabs my hand and gently tugs me back into the bedroom, before leading me into the bathroom. He drops my hand as soon as we're in and goes to lean down, before quickly turning around, grasping my face with his hands and kissing me, slowly and sweetly. His skilled tongue slides against mine, stirring up all sorts of naughty and the butterflies into a swirling frenzy within me. Stepping closer to me, I feel his excitement again. After a few moments he pulls his mouth from mine, resting his forehead against mine.
"Gods, I love you Katie."
With a smile on my face I gaze back into his eyes, "Mmm, I love you too, Matt."
"But, you broke my main rule pet."
My eyes flash open, wide with worry at the change in his tone.
He steps away and turns the shower on, calmly. Deciding to let it heat up a bit, he leads me back into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, he gestures for me to come closer to him. Without thought, I do as I'm told. Gently he pulls up my shirt, but instead of removing it completely, he leans in and bestows a kiss on my stomach. Letting his hands push my shirt a little higher, one finds my breasts, gently kneading it, while the other presses firmly against my back, as he allows his tongue to kiss my soft stomach. Electricity surges through my body, pooling between my legs. I can't keep back the moan that builds. Without thinking, I let my hands slide over his kneading hand, as my head rolls back. My fear of punishment quickly fading as his distraction consumes me.
My shirt eventually makes it up and over my head, only to be quickly discarded. My nipples, already excited, become fully erect at the loss of warmth my shirt provided. Next, he runs his fingers between the lace and my hips. It tickles and my body reflexively dips down, pulling away from him. Almost immediately he pulls me back to him, possessively. His arms wrapping around me so he can hold me close to him, as he smiles up at me. I fucking love it.
"It tickled, Master," I whisper playfully as I wrap my hands around his neck.
"Oh, I know pet," he says, as his eyes take on a mischievous look, reminding me again that he has filed away every piece of information that I've ever shared with him.
His hands massage along my skin, working their way down my ass. Putting a step's worth of distance between us, he lowers his hands to hold behind my ample thighs. He looks up at me as he kisses along the band of my panties.
I growl in frustration, "You're such a tease!"
"That's half of the fun, my lust hungry pet," his words caress the skin over my hips.
I concentrate everything I have on not moving while he gently bites at my panties. I will be a good pet, I will be a good pet. His lips proceed lower and I have to grasp at his forearms, just so I have a hold on something solid. My eyes squeeze shut. I will be a good pet... Suddenly, his wet, warm tongue is licking the thin lace cloth, over my clean shaven pussy.
"OH, FUCK, PLEASE MASTER?!" It comes out more needy than I'd like, but I honestly couldn't give two shits about how needy I sound at this point. I need him. Now. But, that's not his plan. My Master of Seduction has other plans, and he dearly loves to be in control. Suddenly, his hands are knotted around the lace at my hips, there is a slight pressure against my skin as he rips them off of me. The shredded lace falling to my feet.
"Oh love, those were some of my favorites," I say, letting my lower lip pout out a bit.
"Don't worry hun, I'll buy you some new ones," he informs me dismissively.
Once I'm fully undressed, he gestures for me to bend over his knee. I hesitate for a moment, finally remembering that I broke his rule and I do deserve punishment, but I'm unsure how I'm supposed to do this. I've never received a spanking like this in real life and have no clue how to bend over his knee properly. I've always just bent over the bed or a counter. I apparently wait too long, because he grabs me by my collar and bends me to his will. In short order, I am bent over his knee, with his other leg easily securing both of mine as my pussy throbs with need and my heart beats wildly. I'm oddly turned on at being forced by him, excited to try something new and yet slightly scared of this turn of events. I don't want him to stop because I love spankings and I want to be a good pet, so I try to hide my fear from my face.
"I think I'll give you three spankings this time pet. But I warn you, the next time, there will be more," his voice is full of command and yet oddly gentle. So caught up in the newness of all of this, I almost forget to say the proper pleasantry, but thankfully manage to hurriedly get "Yes, Master," out before I receive a more severe punishment.
"Good girl." The words aren't even fully from his mouth before his hand comes crashing down on my exposed bottom. Pain blossoms all through my right ass cheek. Clenching my teeth, I don't let out any sound at the first spanking, but the second draws out a muffled moan, and my body involuntarily squirms against him. This time in between spankings, he gently massages my ass cheeks which now sting warmly. He definitely didn't go light on me for my first spankings. But even though it hurts, it has me even hotter than before; all tied up and exposed to him in this way. So vulnerable and yet, I know that as soon as I even utter the safe word he would let me go.
His last spanking is even harder than the first two, and I thrash even harder against him. It hurts so bad that it takes me a moment to remember, "Thank you, Master."
Gently, he slides is hand between my legs. His fingers probe the increasing wetness between my lips.
"Hmm... you liked that, didn't you, pet?" His voice is slightly higher than a grumble.
Savoring the little jolt of shame, I nod my head, yes.
Satisfied, he pulls me up, into a sitting position, so that I'm sitting on his lap, side saddle. He pushes the hair from my face and seemingly examines me, to see how I handled my first spankings with him. His eyes full of concern for a moment.
"Am I not merciful?" His favorite phrase with the hint of snark, makes me smile, even with tears in my eyes.
Giggling I reply, "Yes, Master."
It breaks the tension perfectly. As I expected, he is an even better Master in person, than in our long distance internet relationship.
Gently guiding me off his lap, he stands and tugs me back into the bathroom with him. He doesn't let go of my hand as he checks the water's temperature and decides it's just right. Elegantly, he lifts my hand up and gestures gaudily for me to step into the shower ahead of him. Deciding to play along, my bottom still warm from my spankings, I step delicately into the shower and give him a slightly regal nod. The warmth of the shower is perfect and instantly relaxes me. Matt begins to undress and I move my attention elsewhere, beginning to get my long hair thoroughly saturated with water. His body presses, perfectly, against my backside as he steps into the shower with me. His body deflects the main flow of the water, so any water I receive is filtered from him. He wraps his arms around me in a sweet embrace and rests his face next to my ear.
"I love you, my pet." He suddenly bites my earlobe and pulls me tighter against him. His growl sets my heart racing and the pulse between my legs throbbing. Arching myself against him, I press my ass back. He thrusts his pelvis forward and slides his hands down to my hips to control me.
"I love you too, my Master."
Turning my face, I arch myself so that I can lean back for a kiss. It's awkward, but I need it. He doesn't hesitate to greet my lips. He kisses me fiercely, his left hand leaving my hip to take hold of my throat. But, his hips continue to flex against me, causing me to moan into his mouth.
He breaks our kiss, but only to turn me around, forcefully pulling me towards him again. Our bodies press wetly together as we engage in another passionate kiss, feeding off of each other's need for the other. He breaks from our kiss and growls in my ear as he presses me close to him so I can feel his breath, panting hot against the nape of my neck. His cock jerking against me.
"May I suck your cock off, Master?" I whisper needily, before biting his shoulder.
"No, pet."
I falter. "Oh..." A dark pit begins to grow within my stomach at his rejection, as the water streams down my body.
"I want you now pet, and I don't want to wait." His voice is so full of passion. Both of our breath catches in our chests, as he suddenly lifts me into his arms, pressing me back against the shower wall as he slides in between my extra slippery lips. Finally the trapped air is exhaled in unison from the pleasure of our being joined. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I do my best to hold on, as he presses himself as far into me as he can. Slowly he shifts his hips, rocking them against me, the combination of pain and pleasure is otherworldly as the water drops to the floor with the rhythm of his hips. Opening my eyes, his handsome face hoovers in my vision. Gods, I love this man, with every inch of my being.
My orgasm builds quicker than I've ever experienced before with his rough and yet sensual motions. Frantically, I beg him, brows knitted in concern, "May I cum, Master? PLEASE?"
"Yes..." His voice is strained. It doesn't take too long for me to understand why, as I feel his explosion within me. Our orgasms feeding off of one another. Reverberating back and forth. His whole body shivering with the pleasure of feeling me orgasm around him, as I moan unashamedly from the pleasure he is giving me. Wrapping my arms around him, I cut off my moans, with another kiss. Our movements are jerky, but slowly fade into normality as we come down off of our high. With my arms still wrapped around him, I tuck my face into the side of his neck, as he does the same with me and rests us against the shower wall.
We stand together, tangled up in each others arms for a while longer. Finally he lets me down, as the water begins to turn cold. He shields me as he turns to turn the shower hotter and grabs a some soap, lathering it up between his hands. He begins to wash me, and I silently let him. Luxuriating in the feel of his hands on me and my now tired muscles. He washes himself quickly, before grabbing the shampoo. I turn around, and he tentatively works it into my hair.
"That feels so nice, my love. Thank you." I murmur.
"Am I not a river to my people?" He chuckles.
Gently he rinses the suds out of my hair and turns the water off. Grabbing the towel, he dries us off and once satisfied, leads us over to the bed. He pulls me on top of him. My face rests comfortably on his chest as he strokes my wet hair with one hand. With his other hand he laces his fingers in between my fingers.
"I noticed you hesitated in there..."
"I'm sorry." I look away in embarrassment and frustration with myself. Why must I always doubt?
He takes my face in his hands and looks down at me. "I love you, my silly girl. Nothing is ever going to change that. Understand me?"
The tears well up in my eyes. My heart is bursting at the seams. It's just so very full of love. "Yes, my sweet Master."
He kisses my lips and then lets me lay my head back down on his chest, resuming his comforting stroking of my hair. Taking his free hand in mine again, I tenderly kiss it, and then tuck both of our hands under my chin, next to my collar, wondering how I ever got so lucky to have a man, as amazing as him, find me and most importantly, love me.

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Mmm... that food smells delic... Wait... Why am I smelling food cooking?! My eyes snap open, as I try to hone in my senses that were made slow by sleep. For a moment I contemplate whether or not I should grab for the metal bar under my bed, before everything snaps into place.
Matt...
Quickly, but quietly I hop out of bed, full of excitement. I'm still naked... frick... should I go out nude or should I at least put panties and a shirt on...???
My modest side wins. Slipping into my closet, I find my beat up Flyleaf t-shirt that I took the scissors to about a year ago. Perfect! It's comfy and yet sexy the way it slopes off of my shoulder. Wrenching the cut up neckline a bit, so it'll sag down on my shoulder a bit more, I run over to my dresser and quickly pick out a cute pair of black lace panties. Before I walk out into the living room area, I tug down my shirt a bit more so that the tattoo on my arm peaks out above my shirt. That's when my fingers find my collar. A warmth spreads inside of me and a small smile blossoms on my face.
Quietly, I walk out to find his broad shouldered form turned away from me as he cooks something delicious-smelling at the stove. He must have changed when he woke up, because he has a different, seemingly more comfortable outfit on than when he came home with me earlier.
With all the stealth I can muster, my bare feet pad silently across the cool, wood floor over to him and I gently slide my arms around his chest, pressing myself to him. It feels so nice to be able to finally be so close to him. I softly sigh, with absolute happiness, as I hold onto him tightly, my hands clenching his shirt.
"Well, hello my sleepy pet."
"Mmm, hello, Master."
"I'm sorry if I was being too noisy. I didn't wake you did I?" His voice is full of concern as he spares a quick look over his shoulder at me. My heart beats just a little bit faster as my stomach has a batch of butterflies bloom within it. Goodness, I love him.
Smiling I reply, "Oh, no. Not at all my love," as I snuggle my face into his back. God he smells so good. Hmm, but, the food smells good too. "What are you cooking? It smells amazing."
"Oh, just the beginnings of a creamy potato soup for you. I remembered that you said you liked it, so I figured I'd make you some while you were sleeping." His left hand comes to enfold both of my hands at his chest. Such a simple gesture, but it makes me feel so loved.
Standing on tip toe, I peak around him, seeing that he has already fried up the bacon and has moved on to creating the roux from the left over bacon grease. On the side of the stove he has all of his ingredients lined up, ready to put in. As I watch, he adds them in one handed and tops it off with the heavy cream. After stirring his concoction a few times, he puts the lid on and lowers the fire.
"It needs to simmer on low for about an hour now... I wonder what we should do with our time together in the meantime...???" He asks as he turns around in my arms, carefully putting his own arms around me.
I giggle in reply, but before I can respond, his face takes on a serious expression.
"Oh Pet, what's the rule?"
Confused, I open my mouth to say I don't know what he's talking about, when I remember. "I'm not supposed to wear any clothes in your presence, unless it's stockings..." My cheeks flush at the prospect of parading around naked, as I mumble my response. Even though I live by myself, I rarely go... naked.
"That's mostly correct... You forgot that your collar is acceptable as well." A slightly crooked smile tugs at his lips before he leans down to whisper in my ear, "Even though this looks extremely sexy on you Katie, I'd honestly rather you be naked."
An implication and his breath tickling my ear; that is literally all it takes to light my fire. Fuck. My breathing deepens as my eyes slide shut and I start biting my lip. The sensations he's causing are almost too much to handle.
"You know, I have an idea... Come on pet." He grabs my hand and gently tugs me back into the bedroom, before leading me into the bathroom. He drops my hand as soon as we're in and goes to lean down, before quickly turning around, grasping my face with his hands and kissing me, slowly and sweetly. His skilled tongue slides against mine, stirring up all sorts of naughty and the butterflies into a swirling frenzy within me. Stepping closer to me, I feel his excitement again. After a few moments he pulls his mouth from mine, resting his forehead against mine.
"Gods, I love you Katie."
With a smile on my face I gaze back into his eyes, "Mmm, I love you too, Matt."
"But, you broke my main rule pet."
My eyes flash open, wide with worry at the change in his tone.
He steps away and turns the shower on, calmly. Deciding to let it heat up a bit, he leads me back into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, he gestures for me to come closer to him. Without thought, I do as I'm told. Gently he pulls up my shirt, but instead of removing it completely, he leans in and bestows a kiss on my stomach. Letting his hands push my shirt a little higher, one finds my breasts, gently kneading it, while the other presses firmly against my back, as he allows his tongue to kiss my soft stomach. Electricity surges through my body, pooling between my legs. I can't keep back the moan that builds. Without thinking, I let my hands slide over his kneading hand, as my head rolls back. My fear of punishment quickly fading as his distraction consumes me.
My shirt eventually makes it up and over my head, only to be quickly discarded. My nipples, already excited, become fully erect at the loss of warmth my shirt provided. Next, he runs his fingers between the lace and my hips. It tickles and my body reflexively dips down, pulling away from him. Almost immediately he pulls me back to him, possessively. His arms wrapping around me so he can hold me close to him, as he smiles up at me. I fucking love it.
"It tickled, Master," I whisper playfully as I wrap my hands around his neck.
"Oh, I know pet," he says, as his eyes take on a mischievous look, reminding me again that he has filed away every piece of information that I've ever shared with him.
His hands massage along my skin, working their way down my ass. Putting a step's worth of distance between us, he lowers his hands to hold behind my ample thighs. He looks up at me as he kisses along the band of my panties.
I growl in frustration, "You're such a tease!"
"That's half of the fun, my lust hungry pet," his words caress the skin over my hips.
I concentrate everything I have on not moving while he gently bites at my panties. I will be a good pet, I will be a good pet. His lips proceed lower and I have to grasp at his forearms, just so I have a hold on something solid. My eyes squeeze shut. I will be a good pet... Suddenly, his wet, warm tongue is licking the thin lace cloth, over my clean shaven pussy.
"OH, FUCK, PLEASE MASTER?!" It comes out more needy than I'd like, but I honestly couldn't give two shits about how needy I sound at this point. I need him. Now. But, that's not his plan. My Master of Seduction has other plans, and he dearly loves to be in control. Suddenly, his hands are knotted around the lace at my hips, there is a slight pressure against my skin as he rips them off of me. The shredded lace falling to my feet.
"Oh love, those were some of my favorites," I say, letting my lower lip pout out a bit.
"Don't worry hun, I'll buy you some new ones," he informs me dismissively.
Once I'm fully undressed, he gestures for me to bend over his knee. I hesitate for a moment, finally remembering that I broke his rule and I do deserve punishment, but I'm unsure how I'm supposed to do this. I've never received a spanking like this in real life and have no clue how to bend over his knee properly. I've always just bent over the bed or a counter. I apparently wait too long, because he grabs me by my collar and bends me to his will. In short order, I am bent over his knee, with his other leg easily securing both of mine as my pussy throbs with need and my heart beats wildly. I'm oddly turned on at being forced by him, excited to try something new and yet slightly scared of this turn of events. I don't want him to stop because I love spankings and I want to be a good pet, so I try to hide my fear from my face.
"I think I'll give you three spankings this time pet. But I warn you, the next time, there will be more," his voice is full of command and yet oddly gentle. So caught up in the newness of all of this, I almost forget to say the proper pleasantry, but thankfully manage to hurriedly get "Yes, Master," out before I receive a more severe punishment.
"Good girl." The words aren't even fully from his mouth before his hand comes crashing down on my exposed bottom. Pain blossoms all through my right ass cheek. Clenching my teeth, I don't let out any sound at the first spanking, but the second draws out a muffled moan, and my body involuntarily squirms against him. This time in between spankings, he gently massages my ass cheeks which now sting warmly. He definitely didn't go light on me for my first spankings. But even though it hurts, it has me even hotter than before; all tied up and exposed to him in this way. So vulnerable and yet, I know that as soon as I even utter the safe word he would let me go.
His last spanking is even harder than the first two, and I thrash even harder against him. It hurts so bad that it takes me a moment to remember, "Thank you, Master."
Gently, he slides is hand between my legs. His fingers probe the increasing wetness between my lips.
"Hmm... you liked that, didn't you, pet?" His voice is slightly higher than a grumble.
Savoring the little jolt of shame, I nod my head, yes.
Satisfied, he pulls me up, into a sitting position, so that I'm sitting on his lap, side saddle. He pushes the hair from my face and seemingly examines me, to see how I handled my first spankings with him. His eyes full of concern for a moment.
"Am I not merciful?" His favorite phrase with the hint of snark, makes me smile, even with tears in my eyes.
Giggling I reply, "Yes, Master."
It breaks the tension perfectly. As I expected, he is an even better Master in person, than in our long distance internet relationship.
Gently guiding me off his lap, he stands and tugs me back into the bathroom with him. He doesn't let go of my hand as he checks the water's temperature and decides it's just right. Elegantly, he lifts my hand up and gestures gaudily for me to step into the shower ahead of him. Deciding to play along, my bottom still warm from my spankings, I step delicately into the shower and give him a slightly regal nod. The warmth of the shower is perfect and instantly relaxes me. Matt begins to undress and I move my attention elsewhere, beginning to get my long hair thoroughly saturated with water. His body presses, perfectly, against my backside as he steps into the shower with me. His body deflects the main flow of the water, so any water I receive is filtered from him. He wraps his arms around me in a sweet embrace and rests his face next to my ear.
"I love you, my pet." He suddenly bites my earlobe and pulls me tighter against him. His growl sets my heart racing and the pulse between my legs throbbing. Arching myself against him, I press my ass back. He thrusts his pelvis forward and slides his hands down to my hips to control me.
"I love you too, my Master."
Turning my face, I arch myself so that I can lean back for a kiss. It's awkward, but I need it. He doesn't hesitate to greet my lips. He kisses me fiercely, his left hand leaving my hip to take hold of my throat. But, his hips continue to flex against me, causing me to moan into his mouth.
He breaks our kiss, but only to turn me around, forcefully pulling me towards him again. Our bodies press wetly together as we engage in another passionate kiss, feeding off of each other's need for the other. He breaks from our kiss and growls in my ear as he presses me close to him so I can feel his breath, panting hot against the nape of my neck. His cock jerking against me.
"May I suck your cock off, Master?" I whisper needily, before biting his shoulder.
"No, pet."
I falter. "Oh..." A dark pit begins to grow within my stomach at his rejection, as the water streams down my body.
"I want you now pet, and I don't want to wait." His voice is so full of passion. Both of our breath catches in our chests, as he suddenly lifts me into his arms, pressing me back against the shower wall as he slides in between my extra slippery lips. Finally the trapped air is exhaled in unison from the pleasure of our being joined. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I do my best to hold on, as he presses himself as far into me as he can. Slowly he shifts his hips, rocking them against me, the combination of pain and pleasure is otherworldly as the water drops to the floor with the rhythm of his hips. Opening my eyes, his handsome face hoovers in my vision. Gods, I love this man, with every inch of my being.
My orgasm builds quicker than I've ever experienced before with his rough and yet sensual motions. Frantically, I beg him, brows knitted in concern, "May I cum, Master? PLEASE?"
"Yes..." His voice is strained. It doesn't take too long for me to understand why, as I feel his explosion within me. Our orgasms feeding off of one another. Reverberating back and forth. His whole body shivering with the pleasure of feeling me orgasm around him, as I moan unashamedly from the pleasure he is giving me. Wrapping my arms around him, I cut off my moans, with another kiss. Our movements are jerky, but slowly fade into normality as we come down off of our high. With my arms still wrapped around him, I tuck my face into the side of his neck, as he does the same with me and rests us against the shower wall.
We stand together, tangled up in each others arms for a while longer. Finally he lets me down, as the water begins to turn cold. He shields me as he turns to turn the shower hotter and grabs a some soap, lathering it up between his hands. He begins to wash me, and I silently let him. Luxuriating in the feel of his hands on me and my now tired muscles. He washes himself quickly, before grabbing the shampoo. I turn around, and he tentatively works it into my hair.
"That feels so nice, my love. Thank you." I murmur.
"Am I not a river to my people?" He chuckles.
Gently he rinses the suds out of my hair and turns the water off. Grabbing the towel, he dries us off and once satisfied, leads us over to the bed. He pulls me on top of him. My face rests comfortably on his chest as he strokes my wet hair with one hand. With his other hand he laces his fingers in between my fingers.
"I noticed you hesitated in there..."
"I'm sorry." I look away in embarrassment and frustration with myself. Why must I always doubt?
He takes my face in his hands and looks down at me. "I love you, my silly girl. Nothing is ever going to change that. Understand me?"
The tears well up in my eyes. My heart is bursting at the seams. It's just so very full of love. "Yes, my sweet Master."
He kisses my lips and then lets me lay my head back down on his chest, resuming his comforting stroking of my hair. Taking his free hand in mine again, I tenderly kiss it, and then tuck both of our hands under my chin, next to my collar, wondering how I ever got so lucky to have a man, as amazing as him, find me and most importantly, love me.