Playing Their Parts

Stone succeeded in getting her out of her Mistress outfit, finishing by unzipping her long, black boots and laying them aside. Then he helped her into the tub, which was filled with pink bubbles and had sweet-smelling steam rising from it.

Cassie sighed as she sank in up to her chin. The tub was surprisingly deep and Stone had managed to get the water just right—almost but not quite too hot.

“Mmm, Stone, this is nice,” she confessed, as he sat on the edge of the tub beside her.

“I’m glad you approve. Give me your arm.”

He was holding a big purple sponge-like thing that squished out bright purple bubbles every time he squeezed it.

“I can wash myself, you know,” she pointed out.

“Not this time. Hold out your hand,” her partner insisted.

Sighing, Cassie did so. Stone took her much smaller hand in his big one and began to wash her from her fingertips to her shoulder in long, even strokes.

After that, he washed her other arm, then her legs, and made her lean forward so he could scrub her back. By the time he got around to washing her front, Cassie felt utterly relaxed. She didn’t even complain when he settled behind her and reached around to palm her bare breasts, washing them gently as he cupped them in his big hands.

“Mmm, Stone, that feels amazing,” she murmured as he dipped lower and washed between her legs with the purple sponge. “You’re good at this.”

“I am glad you approve,” Stone rumbled. “I enjoy taking care of you.”

“I’m enjoying it too,” Cassie admitted. Probably more than she should, actually. How were they ever going to go back to being just friends after all this?

But she decided to push the thorny problem aside and just enjoy letting Stone take care of her. Her partner might not know anything about BDSM or After Care or Sub drop, but he definitely had the right instincts. The tender, gentle way he was bathing her and caring for her let Cassie know he didn’t think any less of her for her behavior during their scene. She felt as pampered as a well-cared-for child—and as safe.

At last Stone decided she was clean enough, so he got her out of the tub and dried her thoroughly. He wrapped her in a soft, fluffy white robe and carried her back to the couch, though Cassie swore she could walk herself. But Stone wouldn’t hear of it—he didn’t let her feet even touch the ground.

Once settled on the couch, Cassie saw that there was an array of exotic looking alien pastries on the small table in front of it. There was also a pale purple fizzy drink in tall glasses that tickled her nose when she sipped it.

“Mmm, Stone, this is wonderful,” she murmured, snuggling against his side as she sipped her drink. “You’re so thoughtful—when did you have time to order all this?”

“While I was drawing your bath.” He stroked her hair away from her face and leaned over to kiss the top of her head. “I wanted to be certain you had nourishment. I’m afraid your fluids were depleted during our scene together today.”

Cassie felt her cheeks getting hot when she considered exactly how her fluids had gotten depleted. It was all those orgasms, she thought to herself. No wonder she felt so dehydrated!

Then it occurred to her that while she had come multiple times, Stone hadn’t even come once. Of course, making him come hadn’t been the point of the scene but still, it seemed unfair.

“Stone,” she murmured, resting her hand on the bulge in his trousers. He had switched back to his long black pajama bottoms and she could clearly feel the hot length of his cock through the satiny material.

“Cassandra,” he answered, frowning and putting a hand over hers. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I was just thinking…” Cassie bit her lip. “You made me come over and over but you didn’t even come once. I thought maybe…maybe you’d like a little help?” She looked up at him from under her lashes. “The way you went down on me…no man has ever done that for me before. I mean, not like that.” She stroked the long, thick shaft slowly. “I just thought maybe I could return the favor.”

“First of all, I want to focus on you,” Stone told her, moving her hand gently but firmly away. “And secondly, you are wrong about me not finding sexual release—I came every time you did.”

“You did?” Cassie looked up at him in astonishment. “But after you cuffed me to the flogging frame, I wasn’t even touching you!”

“Yes, but I was touching you,” Stone growled softly. He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. “Didn’t I tell you how long I’ve wanted to taste you? Feeling you come and tasting your sweet juices was enough to send me over the edge with you, every time you went.”