Aftercare

Laying limp on the bed, I watched the beautiful kaleidoscope of colors pass behind my eyes and bathed in the sweet sensation of latent tingling pleasure and satisfaction. I felt Noah lean down over me, and his cock shifted deep inside me, slowly slipping out.

“Shhh, baby girl, don’t cry,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “Please don’t cry.”

I hadn’t realized there were tears until I felt his lips on my face. I opened my eyes, then touched the slight wetness and looked at them with awe.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

I nodded and tried to speak, but my throat was hoarse from all the screaming. I cleared it a few times until I could finally find my voice.

I giggled softly. “I feel wonderful, Sir.”

Noah’s concerned gaze searched my face for any sign of falsehood. But when he only saw the joy, wonder, and happiness, he relaxed and pulled me to him.

“Good,” he replied.

I curled into him and laid my head on his chest, listening to the sound of our hearts slowing together. It was beautiful to hear our heartbeats moving in the same rhythm until they finally settled.

I was half awake when I felt him move away from me. I wanted to look up to see what he was doing, but my exhausted head and eyes wouldn’t cooperate, so I just listened.

The sound of water running made me slightly curious, but I still couldn’t wake up enough to do anything. I felt rather than heard him come back by my side, then next thing I knew, Noah was sweeping me up in his arms.

I murmured in a grumpy tone, not really sure exactly what I had actually said to him. I just wanted him to take me back to bed and wrap me in a blanket.

But I felt him chuckle against my ear. “I know you’re sleepy, sweetheart. But we need to get you cleaned up. This isn’t normal aftercare, but I think you’ll enjoy it.”

He brushed a quick kiss across my forehead then took me into the warm bathroom. The mist from the shower hung in the air, and the mirror was already fogged over. Sleepily, I looked around the bright, white-tiled and groaned.

“Do I have to?” I grumbled. “I just want to sleeeppp.”

I curled into his arms and nuzzled his chest.

“Believe me, little one. You’re gonna want to get cleaned up,” Noah insisted.

He set me on my feet and helped me into the hot shower. As soon as the water began to pound down on my muscles, I sighed in pleasure. I didn’t realize how badly I wanted this shower until he put me into it.

“See?” he whispered in my ear as he joined me.

I giggled and nodded. “It does feel good.”

He wrapped an arm around my waist and grabbed a washrag. He put some soap on it and began to run it across my skin slowly, making sure not to miss an inch. I leaned back against him and watched the water and soap mix before heading down the drain.

“Spread your legs, baby girl,” he whispered.

I did as he asked, hissing slightly as the movement pulled on my sore muscles. I expected to feel the rag swipe across my thighs; instead, it was his hand rubbing against my skin. My body immediately reacted to the feeling of his hands on me.

“Sir!” I gasped.

“Mmmmm…just making sure you are clean, little one,” Noah whispered almost innocently.

I giggled and almost called him out on it, but I was curious where he was going with this. He moved his fingers over the soft hairs that covered my nether region and gently tugged on them. I hissed at the sharp pain that turned into an odd, sharp pleasure.

I was shocked at how much I liked it and extremely embarrassed. It was an odd thing to enjoy, and I wasn’t sure if it made me just as weird.

“It sounded like you enjoyed that a little,” Noah called me out with a chuckle.

I nodded but hissed again when he pulled on them a little harder. “Yes! Yes, Sir!”

“You learn quickly, my little one. This makes me happy. I can’t wait to continue with your training,” Noah whispered and nipped at the sensitive skin of my shoulders.

“Training, Sir?” I asked hoarsely. “I didn’t think you… wanted that.”

“You are young, sweetheart, and I find it hard to introduce you to this world. But I can’t be anything but what I am. I am a Dom and a caregiver. If you are to be mine, then it will be a part of our relationship, no matter how I feel. I would rather give you a solid foundation than spring it on you. So yes, training is something that you will get if this is to be more than one night,” he told me.

I spun around in his arms and locked eyes with him. I wanted more than one night; I wanted forever. I wanted to be Noah’s sub, girlfriend, wife, lover; it didn’t matter what he called me as long as I was his. I would do anything for him just to get the chance to love him. But I did not want to deal with the pain of him leaving me again. That was too much to handle, and I needed to know for sure that Noah wanted me as well.

“Do you want more than one night?” I asked him the difficult question even though I almost choked on it.

There was a dark look on his face, and I felt as if I was watching him fight an inner battle. I wanted to push him, demand him to tell me that he wanted me forever too. But I kept my silence, willing to take whatever he wanted to give me. There would be time later for me to fight for his love.

“Yes, little one,” he finally answered, pressing a gentle kiss on my lips. “I want much, much more than one night.”

Joy, as bright as the sun, shined deep in my aching soul, and my twisting heart eased until I could breathe again. Unable to help myself, I jumped on him and pressed dozens of kisses on his face.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I take that to mean you do too.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cried as if he had made my dreams come true and asked me to marry him.

He laughed and took my mouth in a sweet, passionate kiss. His hands hooked under my bottom and lifted me until my legs were forced to wrap around his waist.

I moaned as he cupped my backside and massaged the soft cheeks, his thumb pressing dangerously close to my anus. I stiffed in his arm as one of his fingers moved between my back cheeks and touched the tight little hole.

He chuckled and pulled away slightly. “Yes, my sweet. One day I will take you here. Not today, but one day. If you are mine, then every one of your holes are mine to play with.”