Chapter Thirty-Two – Taking Care of Her.

I return to the bedroom after the bath is ready. Alyssa has barely moved. I smirk at my work. She is exhausted and weak, but she had a good night’s sleep. She did well tonight. I’m surprised she fasted so long.

“Do I need to pick you up and carry you to the bathroom?”

“What, no! I am fine. I don’t need carrying; I am not a child,” she replies.

I raise my brow at her. “With the attitude, really? Do you want me to make you regret it again? I still have a few rounds in me, sweetness.”

Her face changes, and she shakes her head. “No. I am sorry, Sir. I can walk myself, but thank you,” she says sweetly.

“Much better,” I praise.

She smiles and slowly sits up, flinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She takes a few deep breaths before getting to her feet. She stumbles, her legs nearly buckling. I quickly grab her by slipping my arm around her.

“Easy, my girl. Are you sure you don’t want me to carry you through?” I chuckle.

“I will be fine. I need a second, that is all. I didn’t think it possible for my body to be so tired.”

“That is because you hadn’t been with me. No man will be able to make you feel like I do. Remember that if another man catches your attention.” I growl.

She whimpers and nods. She should know that while she is with me, she is mine and only mine. I don’t share. And if she even looks somewhere else, then we are done. If anyone looks at her, I will make them regret it. No one gets to focus on what belongs to me.

It takes a moment, but she pulls herself together and heads for the bathroom. I try not to get too distracted by her in her naked glory. God, she is sexy and beautiful all in one. The curves of her hips are enough to drive me crazy. I groan as I watch her walk away.

I get it together and follow her. When I reach her, she is carefully slipping into the tub. She winces when her body hits the warm water. She will be sore between her thighs. The warm water, while stingy at first, will help ease it. I do still feel guilty about her wrists. I should have known better. I should have used a scarf or something instead.

“What are you doing in here?” she asks.

“I will be joining you, kitten.”

“Why?”

The woman asks too many questions. I don’t answer, not straightaway. I stroll over to the tub, her eyes falling on my dick since I am still naked too.

“Scoot forward,” I command.

She stares at me. I give her a firm look before she has a chance to say anything. She sighed but did as I told her. She moves down the tub enough for me to slip in behind her. I snake my arm around her body and bring her back against me. Her back to my front, the rest of her lying between my thighs.

“Because I can. You should get used to it.” I finally answer, kissing over her shoulders.

Chapter Thirty-Two – Taking Care of Her. (Continued)

“Is there a reason for it? Not just because you can?” she asks curiously.

“Aftercare, angel. My job is to care for you, especially after a session,” I answer softly.

“So, you are saying I won’t be able to shower or bathe alone any longer?” she laughs.

I chuckle, “Yip, that about sums it up. If I am not around, yes, but anytime I am around, no, especially after we have fucked or played, kitten.”

I wait to see if there are any more questions, but none come. She nods and rests her head back. I smile and reach for a washcloth. I dip it under warm water, squeeze some body wash onto it, and wash her.

“Are your wrists okay?”

“They are fine,” she replies.

I wasn’t sure if I believed her. I like to think she wouldn’t lie to me.

“Promise?” I ask.

“I promise. They are okay. I will put some cream on them when we get out.”

“Good idea. How is between your thighs?”

“Achy and possible friction burns, but it is all good. It was worth it,” she laughs.

I peck her neck. “Yes, it will get easier with every time. Please remember, if I get too rough with you, you can tell me. We need to discuss safe words because sometimes, when in the moment, it is hard to hear what someone is saying, but with a safe word, out-of-content will be better recognized.”

“Yes, we should, but not tonight. I can’t process any more information…”

“We can discuss tomorrow,” I reply. A lot has already happened today, but tomorrow, we must because it’s crucial. Every sub should have a safe word. It is something that needs to be discussed.

“Okay. Are you staying or going home?”

“Do you want me to stay?”

It is late, but if she wants me to leave, I will.

She tilts her head to look at me. “Yes, you can stay. It is too late for you to be driving home. We are up in a few hours for work.”

“Then I will stay.”

I reach down, kissing her, only for a second before I back away. I clean the rest of her body before doing mine.

“Do you have a cup or a jug in here?”

She nods, pointing to one. It is at arm’s length. I reach for it and wet her hair.

“You are going to wash my hair?” she whispers.

“Yes.”

I keep my answer simple and continue. She seems to enjoy it. Her eyes are closed, and she is relaxed. I smile, making sure to massage her while I wash her hair.

“It feels nice. The only person ever to wash my hair has been my hairdresser,” she whispers.

“I am glad you like it.”

I enjoy doing it, along with braiding. I made sure to learn these things to take proper care of my subs.

When we are done, I climb out first. I grab a towel, holding it open for Alyssa to step into, and wrap it around her before doing the same for myself. I take her hand, leading her back through to the bedroom.

Alyssa takes a seat on the bed and lifts a cream from her bedside unit, rubbing it onto her wrists. I sigh as I watch her.

She glanced up at me, “Wyatt, it’s okay. I am fine. Please stop stressing.”

“I will try.”

She gets herself dried off and changes into some pajamas. I slip back into my joggers since I have nothing else to sleep in. I crawl onto the bed, taking the brush from her, brushing her hair and putting it into a French braid.

“How do you know how to do that? I can’t even do it,” she snickers.

“I taught myself a while ago,” I reply honestly.

“Nice work. It is perfect. I may need to get you to do my hair from now on,” she says brightly and dips under the covers.

“I will do that for you if you want, beautiful.”

I take my place next to her. She rolls onto her side to face me. She seems like she wants to ask me something but isn’t sure if she should.

I reach over, caressing her cheek, “What is on your mind? You can ask me anything.”

She takes a deep breath, “How can you be so different within short periods? By that, I mean, when we were fucking, you were all dominant, bossy, and firm, but then you have spent the last, however long, washing and braiding my hair for me.”

I can hear the nervousness in her tone.

“Because it is my role to be both with you. I told you I would take care of you, and not only sexually. My focus is on you. I give pleasure and pain, but I also look after you and treat you well,” I answer with a smile.

“Okay, thank you for answering me. We should rest now. I am exhausted.”

I reach over to kiss her goodnight before we settle down to sleep. Hopefully, I will sleep tonight. I am tired, too, and I am curious what tomorrow will bring.