“Not at all,” he stated, amused. “A submissive’s first time is always an experience. You certainly took more than I was expecting. I could have been rougher, bringing out my toys, but you, Avidya, do not need any of that. You were perfect last night.”
I let a smile play on my lips, knowing exactly what he meant. He tested my limits in one of the only ways he could do so. No sexual toys were used to bring me pleasure, nor pain. He only used his hands, words, and cock to bring me to the edge over and over again.
I couldn’t wait to do it again.
Gently, Zachariah placed me into the bathtub, the water sloshing around me. It was warm, and instantly began to soothe my aching body. He then surprised me by getting into the bath behind me, propping his knees up on both sides of me.
“Can’t have you falling asleep and drowning,” he mumbled. Louder, “This is what aftercare is, and I should have done this last night but we both are still not at our full potential yet since the accident, and I fell asleep too. I will take care of your needs, and not just sexual.”
“So far, I think this would be my favorite part,” I said, melting against him.
He simply hummed as he began to wash me from head toe with a soft wash rag. He took care of washing my hair and rinsing all the suds off after he had shut off the water spout. He was gentle as he caressed my skin.
If I wasn’t so dang sore, I would have been turned on and ready to go for another round. His cock surely thought so as it rubbed against my lower back every time he moved.
Slowly, my muscles began to unclamp and loosen with each passing minute. It almost made me feel more like my normal self.
“I do want you to keep up on the exercising. We’ll work out a schedule and routine that will help to prepare you more, also you need to have more protein in your diet,” he stated after helping me out of the bath. He wrapped one huge fluffy white towel around my body and squeezed all the water that he possibly could from my hair.
“Exercise will make days like this after such a workout not so painful. Well, most of the time. Once you get more comfortable in how much pleasure I can bring you, I will take it up a notch.”
I met his eyes, seeing the promise of what more he could bring me, and I grew wet at just the thought. He must have seen something in my gaze as he gently kissed my lips. He didn’t deepen the kiss like I wanted, but he was kind and loving all the same.
Pulling back he said, “I can’t wait to see how much you can take. But I will never, ever leave any marks on your fair skin. Ever.”
“I don’t think I’d mind,” I stated, my mind a jumbled mess.
“No, you wouldn’t,” he laughed darkly with a shake of his head. It was like he wanted to do just that. “ButIwouldn’t be able to live with myself then. BDSM is not about abuse of power. I never mark my sub, least of all you.”
“I do want you to lie on the bed. I’m going to rub you down with a lotion to help with the soreness that will surely be returning soon. Then, I’ll feed you.”
“Okay,” I replied, finally able to make my legs work. Although I was still weak and would be for the rest of the day most likely, I made my way to the bed, lying down on my stomach, not caring that I was still naked.
Zachariah was close behind me and was quick to begin to slowly massage the lotion into me from head to toe. His hands were warm as he basically gave me a deep tissue massage, rubbing the lotion into each aching spot.
He knew what he was doing. Of course, he would. He was a Dom, one that took extremely well care of his sub, his wife. As I lay there, I felt myself falling asleep and didn’t fight the feeling. I was warm, loved, and well taken care of.
Right now, I was truly Zachariah’s submissive, and he was my Dom.
