A short story by @fantasies-of-a-dominant:
It had been an intense week for you, and an even more intense scene. Scooping you into my arms, I lay your head upon my chest. The quickness of your breath is matched only by the thundering beat of my heart. We had both put our all into our latest play. ‘It’s ok, baby’, I reassure you, wiping away your frazzled hair from your delicate, flushed face. ‘I’m here, shhh’. You look up into my eyes, you are drained and have trouble focusing on me. I lean in and tenderly kiss you on the forehead, which is glistening with beads of sweat.
As we lay quietly in each other’s arms, I very gently trace your soft, supple skin with my fingertips. Tracing from your shoulders, down to the sweet curve of your ass, and back again. Occasionally you cuddle in tighter to me, as the pent up adrenalin starts to ebb away from you. ‘I’m here, baby’, I repeat, ‘you’re safe… I love you’. Gradually you settle, easing back into yourself, slipping back into reality.
A fair amount of time has passed now, neither of us is aware quite how much. ‘I’m going to run you a bath now, baby’, I gently inform you. ‘Thank you, Sir’, you smilingly reply. I fill the bath with fragrant lavender, and fetch some fresh towels. Returning to the bedroom, I hold my hand out to you. You slip your hand into mine, and I delicately lift you from the soft mattress. Leading you into the bathroom, I aid you into the tub and climb in to join you.
We are enveloped with the aromatic warmth of the water. It softly kisses your gorgeous, naked flesh. ‘Let’s wash your hair now, Princess’. The water cascades down through your silken hair, and you exhale audibly. Just then, in that moment, you are completely centred and sated. All of your physical and emotional needs have been catered for. Once I have finished washing you, I gather you up in one of the soft fluffy towels, pulling you in close as I do. My strong hands cup your cheeks, directing your gaze to mine, ‘You’re so special’.
Leading you into the lounge, I direct you to the couch. You stretch out, sinking into the voluptuous cushions. Like a kitten that’s got the cream. I fetch you some water and your favourite snack. Returning to you promptly, I present you with these and take my place at your feet. As you devour the food, I stroke you softly. Running my hands up to your peachy ass and womanly thighs, I massage lotion into your reddened flesh. My amazing girl.
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