Chapter 46
Isabelle
We lie here spent, both of us exhausted and elated. He gave himself to me freely, and I feel like I can breathe. He has finally submitted to me, and to know that he feels safe and cared for enough to do that fills me with gratitude and admiration for this man.
Sure, it hasn’t been my first time pegging someone.
I’ve done it a few times with regulars at my old club, but there’s never been love behind it.
It’s always just been consenting adults enjoying some X-rated playtime.
There’s never been the vulnerability of him trusting me with his first experience, the ability to let himself finally cross that threshold and ignore the toxic masculinity bullshit of not enjoying anal play.
I love it, and why anyone would deprive themselves, I can’t understand. But it’s different for men.
I look across at his face, flushed from pleasure, and feel the overwhelming desire to cuddle him, feed him, and care
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for him. I want to love my man and show him how much I appreciate his trust and the ability to let go and be in the moment with me.
He looks sleepy, and it suddenly occurs to me we haven’t eaten the meal he made for us. I pull up the blankets and tuck him in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before moving off the bed.
His hand rests on my arm.
“Where are you going, baby? Stay here. Stay with me.” His voice sounds small and vulnerable, and my heart seizes for a moment.
I lean up the bed and press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll be right back. Let me take care of you now.” His hand drops from my arm as he rolls over, and a sleepy smile crosses his face.
I take off the harness and set it aside, then pull a large grey T-shirt over my naked body and pad down the stairs. I gaze upon the deserted plates on the table and start to clear it all away. I portion up two helpings of lasagna, still warm from being in the oven, and bring up the bottle of wine.
When I creep back into the bedroom, I see him asleep, wrapped up in the blankets, looking so serene, so sated. But after tonight, he needs to eat. I’m a feeder in aftercare. Every good scene deserves a feast afterward.
Alexandra Ravensbrook
Placing the plates and wine on the bedside table, I settle under the blanket, my head resting against the headboard. I stroke his back and softly try to wake him.
“Baby, you need to eat. Wake up.”
“Hmmmpf.”
Smiling, I shake his shoulder again.
“Hmmmmmm,” is his only response.
“Baby, now,” I say softly but still with an edge to my voice. He rolls over, turning to face me with a slow, lazy grin, eyes still closed. “Come on, baby. Please? For me,” I plead, my tone slightly pouty.
“Okay…” he groans sleepily as he rubs his face and moves to sit up. He slumps there, looking exhausted, his head resting against the headboard, eyes still closed.
“James, please wake up,” I huff.
“I am awake. I’m just resting my eyes.” He lifts one eyelid to look at me, and his sweet, sleepy grin and tousled hair melt me. This man is everything to me, and I want him forever. I want to look after him, show him the love and acceptance he deserves.
“Eat.” I lift a forkful of his lasagne to his lips. He opens his mouth and takes it, humming in appreciation as he chews.
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“Oh, that’s good lasagne,” he says with a small chuckle, both eyes open now.
I offer him another bite. His full lips part to receive it.
I take in his face, almost seeing him for the first time again.
The light stubble along his jawline, his soft, plush lips that curl into the most devilishly beautiful smile, his deep brown eyes that make me feel like I’m floating in a warm pool of melted chocolate—they soothe my soul.
His hair is a mess, strands falling into his eyes and sticking out at all angles, making him look sexy and vulnerable at the same time.
“Self-praise is no praise at all, James,” I laugh, taking a bite myself. The flavour bursts on my tongue. “Oh shit… That is good lasagne.” He gives me a smug grin, his arm wrapping around me. I snuggle into him and keep feeding him until the plate is empty.
“Come on, let’s get ready for bed, baby.” I pull gently on his hand, guiding his sleepy body to the bathroom to shower.
We wash each other with soft, gentle strokes, caressing each other with care and soft murmured words, a serene feeling wrapping round us like the steam. I dry him off before myself and notice his eyes looking hooded and sleepy and pull him back to bed.
We slip under the covers, and I move behind him, urging him to lean back against my chest. I stroke his arms, his shoulders, and his chest, soothing him.
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“How do you feel? Was that okay?” I need to know he’s happy, that he enjoyed it, that this is what he wants.
He turns to look up at me and smiles. “I have a whole new appreciation for women,” he laughs. Then his voice softens. “But Iz, it was amazing.” He rests his head back, cuddling closer. “I want to be forever owned by you. It would be my greatest honour and pleasure.”
My eyes well up with unshed tears, relief flooding me at his words. I can’t imagine how it would feel if he’d just shrugged it off, not after how intensely I watched him unravel for me.
“Time for sleep now. Let me hold you.” I wrap my arms around him.
We shift to lie next to each other, and he curls tighter against me, his head resting on my breast, my arms keeping him close.
I savour his warmth, his nearness, his devotion.
I press a kiss to the top of his head, inhaling the scent of his hair, and our breathing slows together as we drift to sleep.