She shifted a bit.To avoid sitting on the plug, he realized.
“You make me do things I don’t think I can,” she said.“Your cock is somewhat intimidating all by itself, but when you make the fit even tighter…”
He trailed his fingers up and down her spine.
“I don’t understand why you want to hold me after every time we have sex.”
“Doesn’t every man?”
“Excuse me?No.No one, actually.”
“What a missed opportunity.It’s important to me to connect with you, talk about what we did, see if there’s anything you’d want to change the next time.Sometimes emotions can be triggered while having a scene, and I want you to feel safe.”If he were honest, he’d also admit that he did it as much for him.He always had.His mentor had stressed the need to provide adequate sub aftercare.It was part of a Dom’s responsibility.Cade had learned that a slow return to normal life also benefitted him.He learned a sub’s most intimate secrets that way, and offering comfort filled a need in him.
The connection with Sofia, however, was something he’d never experienced with anyone else.She seemed as reluctant to receive his care as he was determined to provide it.
She put her hand on his chest and eased away from him.“You know, I may not be capable of giving you any more sex for a month.”
“Forget the shower.I forbid it.I’ll run you a bath.Epsom salts.”
“That sounds a little self-serving.”
“It is.”He grinned.
He helped her to stand then scooped up her clothes.Starting with her bra, he handed her each item individually.
Despite what they’d shared, she still blushed a little.
“Underwear?”she asked.
He was tempted not to give the panties back, but he relented and tugged them out of his jeans’ pocket.
“Thank you.”
He dressed while she finished putting on her boots.
“Would you like me to do that?”she asked when he started to clean the table with a sanitizing wipe.
“Not necessary.”
“I’m confused by the acts of service,” she said.“That seems like something you should ask me to do.”
“My scene.My equipment.My responsibility.There are other Doms who feel differently, but I see it the same as I do any of the things that matter to me.From the house to my horse to my riding equipment.And there’s a satisfaction in caring for things.”Including her.
Satisfied, he returned to the bench and cleansed the vibrator.
“That thing is diabolical.”
He looked over his shoulder.“Did you like it?”
She’d mentioned that it took her some time to process the things they shared.Giving her the space she needed, and him the reassurance he needed, was a balancing act.
“It was almost overload,” she said.“I was sort of afraid I wouldn’t be able to come at all.”She paused.“But when I did… It was one of the most powerful orgasms I can remember.You’re spoiling me, Mr.Donovan.”
“The pleasure is mutual.I’d never used anything like it before.”
“On a woman…sub, ever?”
“I should tell you, those kinds of intimate toys are yours.I bought it for you, specifically.”
