But he does look quite grumpy. My poor love. I understand. I have been asking a lot of him.
I move off the bed and go to the bedside table. I open the drawer and pull out the brand new packet of cigarettes.
“I’m sorry I made you quit cold turkey. But you can have one now. Maybe one every day until we can break the habit.”
I unwrap the cellophane and pull out a cigarette. Nasty things. But their smell has become entwined with Carlo in my mind, and so I can’t resist having a long sniff all along its length. Filling my lungs with Carlo, just like my tummy is filled with his cum.
I rouse myself with a shake and place the cigarette between Carlo’s lips. Allowing my fingers to brush against his soft flesh.
He is back to looking conflicted again. He wants the cigarette, I can tell. But he is embarrassed by being served like this. My poor baby. He will get used to being spoiled and taken care of. I am determined he will.
I pull the lighter out of the drawer and bring it to the end of Carlo’s cigarette. It clicks and the flame lights. Carlo lifts his head a little, reaching towards me, and the flame and the intimacy of it makes me giddy.
I put the lighter away and watch Carlo puff on his gift. Gently, I reach forward and take the cigarette so he can exhale. He glares at me, but he complies.
We settle into a beautiful rhythm. Puff. Remove. Exhale. Return. The two of us working together in perfect harmony. The way it is meant to be because we were made for each other.
“Finished?”
He nods.
I dump the butt into the crystal ashtray hidden tastefully in the drawer.
“Feeling better now?” I ask.
His gorgeous eyes narrow, but he looks a lot more relaxed. The tension has gone from his shoulders. The nicotine has done the trick.
I pick up a bottle of water. “Thirsty?”
Emotions flow across his expressive face. I can see him arguing with himself. Thinking about being difficult. Considering demanding to be unchained so he can do it himself.
He nods.
My heart skips several beats. My love is such a fast learner. He is already getting the hang of this. I knew he would come around eventually, but this is even quicker than I dared to hope for.
Carefully, I slide my hand under his head. I cradle it and lift it up as I bring the bottle to his lips. He is perfectly capable of lifting his own head, he is not sick. But this is so much better.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps down the water, and I cannot tear my eyes away. The olive skin of his neck moving. So thin. So fragile. So very mesmerizing.
He finishes drinking, and I remove the bottle from his lips. Reluctantly, I lower his head and extract my hand from the feel of his soft hair and firm skull.
He looks sleepy now. A lovely orgasm, a smoke and a drink of water, have made his body all content. Nevermind the delicious breakfast I fed him earlier.
I’m so good at taking care of him. I knew I would be. And I’m not going to let him nap like this, all sweaty and dirty.
“Time for your bed bath!” I beam.
The look he gives me is positively ferocious. It’s making him look so very dangerous and murderous. An alpha male, all naked and tied to my bed just for me.
It’s giving me butterflies in my tummy.
I skip off happily to the bathroom to fetch a bowl of warm water, towels, washcloths and soap. I take my time selecting theperfect temperature, testing it against my wrist the way I’ve seen mothers do for babies in films. Not that Carlo is a baby, but he deserves the same level of care and attention.
The soap I choose is my most expensive one, imported from France and scented with bergamot and sandalwood. Carlo is worth every penny. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion, and what could be more special than this?
When I return, Carlo’s eyes track my every movement as I set up my supplies on the nightstand. I arrange everything with the precision of a surgeon preparing for an operation. The water bowl in easy reach, the washcloths folded just so, the towels soft and ready.
“This isn’t necessary,” Carlo grumbles, but his voice lacks its usual bite. There’s something almost resigned in his tone, like he’s finally beginning to understand that resistance is futile.
