Chapter 10 #3
“Hmm, I’ll have to remember that.” I tilted my head to give him better access to the sensitive spot behind my ear.
“If you weren’t so spent, I’d start practicing stretching your hole right now.”
“I’m awake enough!” I exclaimed, straightening up and wiggling my bottom against his shaft as an invitation.
He chuckled. “Are you sure about that?” he asked as he leisurely stroked his right hand down my back and moved it to cup my pussy. “You were saying how tired you were a few minutes ago.” He grazed his hands up and down over my pussy lips.
Our talk and his attention to my front were making my arousal increase tenfold. “I’m positive, Sir.”
“Well, since you were such a good girl today and your body clearly wants this—otherwise, you wouldn’t be dreaming about it—I can start stretching you.”
He withdrew his hand and maneuvered himself out from under me, climbing out of the tub.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked, disappointed.
“Be patient, Theresa,” he said as he walked to his suitcase.
He returned with a small bottle of lube, squeezing some onto his palm and coating his fingers with it. Climbing back into the bathtub, he wrapped an arm around me and began rubbing my clit again. His lips pressed against my neck as he slid his other hand down to my butt.
I moaned, grasping the side of the tub. He was fucking me with his right hand as he pressed one of his left fingers against my forbidden hole.
“Oh my gosh,” I said as my body shook with my growing arousal. It felt so naughty to have him touching me in my back hole. Part of me wanted to tell him no, that he wasn’t allowed there, but a darker side of me loved the idea of being his in every way possible.
“Just relax and let me in,” he said, massaging the entrance.
Instinctively, I pushed against him to try to expel him, but that only allowed him to slide his fingertip into me. I gasped at the new sensation, at the way it sent waves of desire through me.
“So tight,” he groaned. “I can’t wait until I can put my cock in here,” he said, slowly working more of his finger in.
I moaned at the feeling of fullness. He made a sweeping motion inside of me, and at the same time massaged my G-spot.
He continued the movements, the dual sensations building the tension deep inside me.
I unraveled with a gasp and spiraled into a toe-curling orgasm, gripping the sides of the tub and arching my back.
I leaned heavily against him, my muscles shaking, as I came down from the high of my pleasure.
“Wow,” I tried to say, but it came out as a whisper.
It felt like Caleb’s chest vibrated under my head as he chuckled. “Just wait.”
“I’m not sure if I can take more,” I admitted, still not moving.
“You’ll be able to. I’ll guide you the entire way.”
“Hmm, I like the sound of that.”
“I’m happy to hear that,” he said, placing a kiss on my cheek.
I was content to snuggle in his arms with the warm water all around us. This felt right. I was zoned out when he shifted me. I assumed he was just getting comfortable, and was startled when I felt a washcloth against my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I asked, opening my eyes and turning halfway to face him.
“I’m washing you, silly.”
“Umm, I can do that,” I said sheepishly, and held my hand out for the washcloth. It had been years since someone had helped bathe me.
“I’m well aware that you can, but I want to do it.” He didn’t make any motion to move.
“I’m serious, Caleb.” As I protested for a second time, I wondered why I felt so against letting him do this simple task.
“I will not repeat myself again, Theresa. I want to do this. You are going to let me. Whether or not you’re able to sit comfortably as I do so is up to you.”
The tone in his voice left no room for argument. To be honest, after everything we had just shared, I really didn’t want to end the night with a punishment.
“Alright,” I said, turning and cuddling back up to him.
“Good girl,” he said as he got back to cleaning me.
He took his time. My muscles relaxed as he scrubbed at my neck and upper back, holding me in place with his free hand. I shivered as he reached my breasts.
“Oh,” I moaned as the rough fabric traveled over my sensitive nipples.
“Is someone getting ready for round two?” he asked as he moved his attention to my other breast.
“Not yet. Everything is just very sensitive from our first session.”
“I can imagine,” he said, moving the cloth to my arms and washing between each of my fingers. If there was one thing that could be said about him, it was that he was meticulous.
“Why didn’t you want me to wash you?” he asked as he moved to my stomach.
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t like that answer. Think, and try again,” he ordered.
He took his time washing my inner thighs before moving to the spot between them.
When the washcloth skimmed over my clit, I wanted to jump out of the tub.
My body felt like a live wire, something I’d never experienced before, and I wondered why.
Probably because you’re tired, you shared your sex dream with your boss, and then he finger-fucked you in the ass, I thought to myself sarcastically.
“Theresa,” Caleb said in a warning tone, moving to clean my back hole.
“Because it makes me feel vulnerable,” I spat out. His touch left my body, and I turned to face him. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m not sure. I guess I worried that my admission would turn you off.”
“No, sweetie.” He smiled and cupped my cheek. The movement felt very intimate. “If anything, it makes me want to take care of you even more.”
That wasn’t the response I was expecting. “Why?”
He moved his hand away from my face. “Move to the other side of the tub and stick your legs out, and I’ll tell you.”
I did as he asked, and he started washing my feet before moving up my legs.
He moved slowly, and I was starting to worry he had decided he wasn’t going to answer my question when he began speaking.
“A big part of our kink dynamic is the physical aspect, but there’s more to it than that.
Doing something that makes you feel vulnerable is a lovely form of emotional submission.
You’re trusting me to take care of you.”
“I didn’t think of it like that,” I said thoughtfully.
“That’s okay,” he said, finishing cleaning me and beginning to run the cloth over his body. “I’ll admit I love pampering and spoiling you. You’re mine, and I love taking care of things that are mine—especially something as important as you are.”
“Aww, Caleb,” I said, leaning toward him. He did the same, and we pressed the tops of our foreheads together. “All this talk and I realize that you never got to have some fun,” I said, reaching for his hardened shaft.
“I appreciate the offer, Theresa,” he said, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away. “But tonight was about you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he said, and nodded. “Besides, I think it’s best that we get out of the water or else our skin is going to get all pruney.”
“Alright,” I said, making a mental note to offer him a blow job tomorrow. I wanted things to be fair.
We dried off and changed into our pajamas. We curled up together, and I fell asleep as he was flipping through channels.