Page 31 of Flogging Faith
Her cries were so loud, especially in the echo-y shower, that Faith hoped the rooms were soundproofed.
When Bex’s thighs had loosened, Faith sat back and rested her chin upon Bex’s knee. “I do a good job?”
“You did a fucking incredible job. Holy fuck that was wild.”
Faith grinned and tried not to look too smug. “You’re welcome.”
Bex looked down at her and mussed up her hair affectionately. “We’re still going to have to get that paint off you.”
“I know,” said Faith. “But I don’t mind too much now.” It was weird, but she really didn’t. It was as if getting to see Bex at the height of pleasure, in that most vulnerable of positions, had reassured Faith of Bex’s trust in her.
Bex hauled Faith up to her feet and pulled her close. They stood there for several minutes, breast to breast, Faith resting her head in the crook of Bex’s neck. It felt calm.
It felt right.
Eventually, Bex kissed her forehead and sat her down. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
This time she got the peach-scented body wash from the caddy on the wall, applied it to a washcloth and carefully ran it all over Faith’s back and shoulders. The touch was soothing, and when she eventually turned the shower wand’s spray to Faith’s body, the rainbow swirls of water didn’t make her sad anymore, they made her smile. Gentle strokes alternating with the spray of water cleaned much of the paint away.
Cleaning her ass was slightly more complicated, and a lot more amusing. It couldn’t happen whilst they were sitting down, and the two of them joked around, with Faith pretending to go splat on the wall, and Bex spraying her as if with a hose, and then they ended with her on her hands on knees on the bench, the cloth and spray being used that way.
It made them both laugh.
As the last swirls of paint drifted down the drain, Bex leaned down and kissed Faith. “Gods you’re beautiful, rainbow girl, with or without paint.”
CHAPTER 20
Bex wrapped them both up in huge fluffy bath sheets and they scuttled from the bathroom to the main part of the suite. Faith flomped on the bed dramatically.
“Time for food?” Bex asked her.
She nodded enthusiastically. “Feed me!”
Grinning, Bex grabbed the phone and called down to the Italian restaurant. “Can we order mac and cheese for two please? With some of that garlic focaccia I saw on the menu yesterday?”
They assured her they absolutely could, and it’d be delivered within half an hour. That was a huge relief. After so much play, they needed refueling.
She grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and joined Faith on the bed.
“Here you go, drink up,” she said.
Faith pulled a face. “Water? Nah, I’m fine.”
Bex knew her face must have been a picture because Faith’s eyes widened and she took the bottle from her hurriedly, opened the lid and gulped down almost half its contents at once. She’d forgotten what effect her Domme face could have, mainly because Bex was only just realizing that she’d barely used it this weekend.
She’d topped Faith multiple times, sure, but it had felt so natural, like so much of an extension of who they were, that she hadn’t had to put on the Domme persona she usually adopted in clubs.
That was curious.
“Oh, I actually feel better for drinking water.”
“Of course you do,” said Bex. “Now finish the rest of it. You started sub dropping before in the shower, and dehydration is one of the things that can exacerbate that. So drink up.”
“You need to drink yours too,” said Faith. “Top drop is a thing too.”
She was right, of course, as Bex had found out the hard way when she’d been merely a baby Domme, so she drank her water too.
“What do we do now?” asked Faith.