“Why are you hiding yourself from my view?” she questioned, and she sounded almost hurt.
“I don’t want you to see,” I answered, shyly.
Her hands moved up my calves to my knees and applied the gentlest of pressure. It wasn’t a demand. I knew I could have kept my knees tight together, but it was a silent request. The look in Selene’s eyes was a strange combination of pleading and hunger I hadn’t seen before.
I let my knees fall open.
Selene’s nostrils flared.
“Thank you, pet,” she said, and her eyes left mine and returned to my pussy. I felt the cool air of the room against my opening and shivered.
“You’re still open, just a little,” she commented.
I gripped my thighs tighter at her words, hating the way I felt myself clench. Why was the humiliation of being viewed so openly, so clinically, a turn-on? And why was I so upset by it?
“Shh, pet,” Selene soothed and ran her hands from my knees to over my hands at my thighs. She squeezed my hands.
“It’s okay. I know you don’t desire anything more tonight. I know that you cannot control your reaction. I smell your arousal and your anxiety,” she reassured and took my hands, pulling me into a sitting position.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I told her.
“You’re dropping, pet. It can happen if what we do has perhaps been particularly intense. I’ll take care of you,” she reassured and opened her arms in a welcoming gesture.
I gladly crawled back into her arms and let her hold me.
“This sucks,” I said, and tried not to cry again.
“I know, pet. It will pass.”
“When?” I asked, pathetically.
“A couple of hours, maybe a day or two,” she said.
“Two days!” I whined.
She laughed quietly and squeezed me tightly.
“I doubt it, pet. Once I get you in some warm pyjamas, and you have something to eat and drink, and a restful sleep, I believe you will feel much better. So let’s get to it, hmm?” she said and tapped my butt, indicating for me to get up.
I whined in protest. I was so very tired, and my body felt heavy as I moved out of her lap and stood beside the messed-up bed. I just wanted to crawl under the covers and sleep, but Selene had other plans.
She was up and gone, the light of the dressing room on, quicker than my tired mind could keep up. She returned in an open dressing gown, revealing the simple shorts and strap top she wore beneath.
She carried a bundle of clothing in her arms and sat them down on the bed as she stood before me.
“I’m convinced you never feel the cold,” I told her.
She grinned down at me as she held up the long-sleeved checkered button-up top for me.
I dutifully complied, allowing her to dress me. She didn’t do the buttons before she had me stepping into the matching trousers.
She knelt down before me and lifted my heel to put on a thick pair of socks before standing.
“Cute. Pink suits you,” she said as she pulled me closer to her by my open shirt and began to carefully do each button.
I smiled at the compliment.
“Slippers, and we will make our way to the kitchen together,” she stated and turned from me, back to the dressing room to retrieve slippers for me.
