There’s a subtle nodding of her head but nothing more. I watch her carefully, monitor her breathing, and check her bindings. Eventually, she takes a slow, deep breath, and her eyes flutter open for a moment. I take the cue and begin to unbind her.
“Please,” she whispers, “can I stay?”
“Not now,” I respond quietly. “You’ve had enough for now
. We didn’t warm you up or stretch your muscles beforehand. I told you that you were safe, and I intend to keep you that way.”
She doesn’t argue, but I can sense her disappointment. I also know I’m right once the ropes have been removed, and I help her stand on shaky legs.
“Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you?”
“I…I think I can walk.” She takes only a couple of steps before stumbling, and I lift her back into my arms. I carry her to her room and lay her on the bed as I draw a bath for her. When I come back, I stand her up and remove the bra and panties from her body.
It’s the first time I’ve seen her completely bare, and as much desire as I had felt for her when she was feeding me, I’m too focused on her aftercare to become aroused. I pick her up again and lower her into the tub. I remove my own clothing before lowering myself behind her.
“Lean back against me,” I say as I grab a washcloth from the edge of the tub and cover it with scented body wash. I stroke the cloth over each of her arms first, rubbing into the muscles to loosen them. I focus on her shoulders to work out the knots from being in the same position for so long and then move to her legs. She holds them up so I can reach down to her feet and sighs as her head rests against my chest.
I discard the washcloth and fill my hands with the soap. Slipping my arms under her shoulders, I wash her torso with my hands, slowly covering her in suds. She closes her eyes and sighs again.
“Do you like that, pet?” I ask.
“Yes, sir. Very much.”
“Good,” I respond. “I like it, too.”
I finish my work and then just wrap my arms around her again, holding her against my chest and relaxing back in the tub. I like the way she fits against me and give in to the feeling as we stay in the same position without speaking for some time. As the water begins to cool, Yvette speaks.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Yvette says as she looks up over her shoulder. She doesn’t meet my eyes.
“Why are you sorry?” I asked.
“Because I haven’t pleased you, sir.”
“How so?”
“I…” She takes a deep breath and starts over. “I’m supposed to be here to please you, and instead, I’ve been a burden.”
“Did I say you were a burden?”
“No, sir.”
“Don’t presume to know my mind, pet.”
“But I haven’t…I haven’t pleasured you.”
“Yvette,” I chuckle softly, “it’s only four o’clock in the afternoon. We have plenty of time, and you have pleased me.”
“I have?”
“Yes, pet,” I assure her. I consider telling her how much I enjoyed binding her, how much peace it brought to me as well, but I decide she needs to realize that herself. She needs to tune into me as much as I need to tune into her, and giving her all the answers isn’t going to help her learn. “How do you feel now?”
“Very good, sir,” she says as she turns up the corners of her mouth into a beautiful smile. “Peaceful.”
I like her choice of words.
“Then let’s get you out of here and into bed.”
I wrap a towel around my waist before helping Yvette from the tub and slowly drying her with a large towel. I towel dry her hair as well and then run a comb through it. I’d like to spend more time with her hair, but she needs to rest.