Chapter 27

Spade Maverick

I set her on the toilet seat.

"I know we didn't have sex like that but I'd like you to try to pee since I did use my fingers and saliva." I walked out, grabbing Clorox wipes and wiping off her desk chair of sweat.

Something I knew about women that they might not even know is the aftermath of the event.

I bathe her, help her, she comes in here smelling sweat and sex after relaxing.

It's not exactly as pleasant after as it was in the moment.

So, for her, I'm getting rid of the evidence with candles and keeping her furniture clean.

Women are mental, it's a mental load on her to have to remember to clean her room and wash her sheets.

So I do it for her to clear her mind of any subconscious worry.

I began running her washing machine with the good smelling stuff to clean her bedding.

I got rid of any clothes on her floor from previous days, got her a breathable shirt and that was it.

I corrected her books on her shelf, and any possible thing that may bother her before going into the bathroom.

"I drank the water. And peed." She said.

"Good girl, thank you." I said, gently taking her hair out of the bun, redoing it gently so her baby hairs or any hair that fell out was out of her face.

I helped her up and into the tub, I turned off the fosset.

"Anything you want like a book or music?" I asked.

"No." She shook her head and with that response I got in the giant tub with her.

It was very spacious, nothing to squish, both of us had enough room to not even have to touch each other. Like a hot tub.

She laid back on the back of the tub, I sat by her legs, pulling them over my legs before grabbing her hand closest to me, bringing it above the water, applying soft pressure to her palm, massaging the delicate hands holding onto the sheets so hard.

I looked at her face, her eyes closed, her face relaxed, the rise and fall of her chest slow, regulated.

This woman owned me. My heart, my wallet, my mind, my entire being was hers.

My existence is based on hers.

There was no one before her, there will be no one if I ever had to face an after her.

But I prayed I wouldn't.

I sighed, massaging up each finger, to the tips, getting the blood flowing.

I wasn't worried if she fell asleep since I was in here, but I kept an eye anyway.

"Thank you." She whispered.

I had nothing to say your welcome to. Because there was nothing to thank.

I begged her to come again. For my own personal satisfaction, she granted my desire, so I'm giving back how I should.

I grabbed her other hand, doing the same, spending time to get the blood flowing.

"Do you want anything more to eat?" I asked.

"No, I'm okay." She replied.

I nodded, releasing her hand, moving to her foot, pressing softly on the souls of her feet, undoing any tension built in them from the heels she wore.

I did her heels, her acheillies, her toes, before doing the other foot.

I cleaned myself off.

"Hey, would you be alright if I did some things before coming back and washing the rest of you?" I asked.

She opened her eyes, nodding.

"Can I hand you a book? I'd like you to not fall asleep in the bath." I said.

"I think that'll make it worse." She said.

I stood, grabbing a towel and stepping out as I left the bathroom, grabbing my phone.

I handed it to her.

"Uhm I think I have like Netflix and HBO, movies are on them, watch whatever. Code is 1229." I said.

She smiled at me.

"Thank you, I appreciate you." She looked so tired, and I smiled, my hand reaching to cup her face.

"I'll be back, I'll wash you, remove the adorable black eye thing you have going on-"

"I rubbed my eyes." She interrupted.

I laughed.

"I'll be back, if you need anything I'll be here." I leaned down, kissing her on the forehead.

I walked out, calling my guard on night watch Jameson to grab my basketball shorts and bring them into here.

He came up, giving me them before going back down.

I quickly swapped the towel for the shorts.

I walked into the bathroom, hanging the towel up as she found Rio the bird movie.

I smiled, leaving.

She kept her place very clean, organized.

But I still found things to fix.

I did the rest of her dishes which wasn't much and ran the dishwasher since she had filled it more than half way before this.

I wiped off her counters, turning off her lights, I checked on the bedding and it was still running smoothly.

I grabbed her shoes she'd kinda leave places after a long day and brought them to her closet, organizing them where they belong.

Then I went back to her, washing my face with cold water and hair.

"You can use my face stuff." She told me.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah." She shrugged.

I did, grateful because I hated being sweaty on my face.

I dried my face, grabbing a makeup wipe from her little thing.

"Face." I said and she paused it, looking at me.

I wiped the mascara off but still wiped the rest of her face even if she had no more on.

I grabbed her loofa, kneeling beside the tub.

"You can keep watching, I just need you to lean forward." I put the coconut soap on the loofa, getting her back, shoulders, arms, avoiding her hands so she didn't have to put the phone down.

She giggled whenever the yellow bird with the bottle cap hat spoke, amused by the rapping.

I smiled, having her sit back as I got her chest, and what was above the water, having her stick a leg up, I cleaned her completely.

I loved this, I loved taking care of her, it nurtured the most primal parts of me to care for her.

She was mine. Mine to protect. Mine to care for. Mine to please. To spoil.

I never did anything because I had to. Everything I do is because I want to.

And this aids to my mental space, this is where I find peace, and since this is my way of reliving my stress, I hope it relieves hers so it can happen more often.

When I finished, she looked up at me, reaching her hand up, cupping my face.

I put my damp palm over the hand she held to my face.

"I'm thankful for you. Not just this, but everything." She reiterated the previous thank you's she tried giving.

I smiled, not giving her the answer she wants.

She sighed.

"Stubborn."

"Absolutely."