“No,” I whimpered, but he ignored me, sliding them down my legs.
I was completely naked now. Exposed. Vulnerable in a way I’d never been before.
But Chris just scooped me up in his arms like I weighed nothing at all. He carried me toward the bathroom, and I buried my face against his neck, too overwhelmed to resist anymore.
He set me down gently on the closed toilet lid. “Wait here.”
I watched as he stripped off his own remaining clothes—his shirt, his trousers and briefs that were still bunched around his thighs. His body was magnificent; the hard muscle and the too-obvious masculine power made me chew the inside of my cheek. And his cock…
I looked away quickly, my face heating.
Chris moved to the large bathtub and turned on the taps. Steam began to rise as hot water poured in. He added something that made bubbles form on the surface, filling the bathroom with a lavender scent.
While the tub filled, I kept stealing glances at him. At his cock specifically, though I tried not to. It looked different now—smaller, softer, hanging down instead of jutting out like it had been before.
“Why is it… different?” I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Chris looked down at himself, then back at me with a small smile. “My cock?”
I nodded, blushing furiously.
“Because I just had an orgasm,” he explained, coming to kneel in front of me. “After a man comes, his cock gets soft again. It needs time to recover. But don’t worry—it’ll get hard again soon enough. Especially with my beautiful naked wife right here.”
As if to prove his point, I saw it twitch slightly.
“It takes a little while,” he continued. “Maybe twenty minutes, maybe longer. It depends on how aroused I am. And you make me very aroused, Valerie.”
The tub was full now. Chris turned off the taps and held out his hand to me.
“Come on. Let’s get you clean.”
He helped me stand and guided me toward the tub. He stepped in first, settling into the hot water with a sigh, then held out his hands to help me in.
I hesitated, acutely aware of my nakedness, of his eyes on my body.
“It’s okay,” he said gently. “We’re married now. This is normal.”
I took his hands and stepped into the water. It was almost too hot, but the heat felt good against my bottom as the lingering soreness from my spanking that afternoon seemed to merge with the pleasant warmth. Chris positioned me so I sat in front of him, my back to his chest, between his spread legs.
I could feel his body against mine. His muscular thighs on either side of me. His chest against my back. And lower, I could feel his soft cock pressed against my bottom.
The intimacy of it made my breath catch.
“Kneel up for me,” Chris said. “I need to wash my cum off your bottom.”
Mortification flooded through me, but I obeyed, rising up on my knees. The water lapped at my thighs as Chris’s soapy hands moved over my bottom cheeks, cleansing away the evidence of what he’d done.
His touch was gentle, almost detached, but I felt that traitorous warmth building between my legs again. My pussy clenched, and I bit my lip to keep from making a sound.
“Are you getting aroused?” Chris asked quietly.
“No,” I said quickly. Too quickly.
His hands paused on my bottom. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not?—”
“I know you’re lying, Valerie. I can tell. You’re a naughty girl, and you’ve already found out what happens to naughty girls in my house. The quickest way to find yourself over my knee is by lying to me.”
