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Not long term, no. But she trusted me already, even though she was fighting it, so I could start the process. I could give her a little of what she was searching for, enough so that she understood herself and felt secure in her own desires. Enough that she would make a good choice for her next Dom, if that’s what she wanted.
“Do you understand?” I repeated.
“Yes,” she muttered, all skepticism. “I mean, yes, Sir.”
Clearly a demonstration was going to be in order.
“Good.” I released her and stepped away. “You need a shower now.”
She flushed yet again. “Oh, I’m sorry, I should have—”
“To be clear,” I interrupted. “I like you smelling of sex and me, and sometimes a shower will not be what I want you to have. But it is now because I think you might enjoy it.” I held her gaze. “As I said, I take care of my property, though you spoke out of turn which means a punishment.”
She started to say something but then, obviously remembering the rules, bit her lip instead and remained silent.
Good girl.
“I think we’ll go with denial again,” I went on. “Which means, you’re forbidden to touch me unless I say otherwise.”
The flush in her skin deepened and I thought I saw disappointment flicker in her eyes. “Yes, Sir,” she said.
I couldn’t tell myself I was displeased with her disappointment. No, I liked that very much.
“Come.” I took her elbow. “Shower first.”
I led the way into my ensuite bathroom, which was huge and covered in dark slate. There was a walk-in shower with numerous jets, and I dialed up a temperature that was warm but not too hot. Then once the water was warm, I urged her beneath the rain head shower.
Then I began to take off my clothes.
She was watching me, and her eyes got very wide.
“Yes,” I said to her unspoken question. “I will be joining you. Since you’re my property this weekend, I’ll be caring for your needs, and that includes washing you.”
She blinked, the water darkening her hair and catching in her lashes, her gray eyes dilating as I got rid of the last of my clothing.
Such a pretty sub and even more gratifying that she couldn’t take her eyes off me.
“Turn around,” I ordered, stepping into the shower with her. “Put your hands on the wall and don’t take them off. If you take them off, you will receive another punishment.”
She did what I asked, her hands flat against the slate of the bathroom wall. Her back was to me, a long, elegant curve then the tempting swell of her hips and thighs.
Mine. All mine.
Possessiveness made me hungry, but I quelled it.
Now she’d agreed to the weekend, I’d get all her secrets from her. She’d told me one and the rest would soon follow, I had no doubt. One thing was for certain though, she wouldn’t be wandering around my house on her own.
Tonight, she would sleep with me.
I picked up a bottle of liquid soap and dispensed some onto the soft cloth I’d brought with me into the shower, then I stroked it down her back. Her muscles tensed, but I kept on stroking my hand up and down, soaping her skin and then rinsing it, and eventually, she relaxed.
I didn’t speak, allowing silence to fall between us as I continued to wash her back then her arms, then down over the swell of her hips and ass, down her thighs to her feet. Her head bent, her hair streaming around her as I coaxed her to lift one foot, cleaning that carefully and then the other. She squirmed a little, obviously ticklish and I filed that observation away, as I filed away all her responses for use at another time.
I knelt behind her, dropping the cloth for a moment, running my hands up her thighs to her hips and then back down again, so warm and silky and soft. She shivered as I caressed her. Responsive little sub.
Firming one hand on her hip, I stroked the other down over her ass and squeezed, making her gasp. Then I slipped a finger between her cheeks, finding the tight little opening there and pushing in gently.
She gasped again, sharper this time, her thighs tensing, her hips pushing at my hand as if she wanted to move away. Understandable. But she had to know that her body was mine. All of it.