Chapter 49
Lincoln
The smudge of dirt on her nose is absolutely fucking adorable. I truly have never seen anything more beautiful in my entire
life.
I help her out of her T-shirt. “Did you enjoy working in the garden, angel?”
She nods. “I think by next year we’ll be able to plant a whole range of new vegetables. We could easily grow enough for the
three of us.”
The way she talks about the three of us like we’re a family, and her plans for next year make me happier than I could ever
have imagined. I try in vain to keep the smug grin from my face while I undress her. I toss her top into the laundry hamper
and press a kiss on the tip of her nose while I take off her bra. Then I crouch down to take off her leggings. As I peel them
off her perspiration-covered skin, she chatters away excitedly about her plans for next spring and her enthusiasm for this
place she now calls home lights me up from the inside. When I’ve removed all her clothes and she’s spectacularly naked, I
take her hand and help her into the bath.
She sinks beneath the water, disappearing beneath the bubbles for a few seconds before she pops back up again, like a seal breaking through the arctic water. A soft laugh tumbles from her lips and I just sit on the edge of the bath, smiling at her.
“Are you getting in, sir?” she asks with a sultry purr.
I shake my head. “I wasn’t planning to, angel.”
“What? Why?”
“Because you’ve worked hard all day and you deserve a little taking care of. And if I get into that bath with you . . .” I
grab the bottle of shampoo from the side. “Then I’m certain all we’ll end up doing is fucking.”
She bites into her bottom lip and flutters her eyelashes. “But I like fucking, sir.”
I love hearing her use words like that with such confidence. As a reward, I lean down and give her a lingering kiss. I suspect
she’s tired after her busy day, and I want her to know that us spending time together doesn’t always have to be about sex,
as much as I’d like to climb into the hot water with her and fuck her senseless. “I know, angel. Bath first though. Okay?”
I squeeze a generous amount of shampoo into my palm and begin washing her long locks, working my fingers firmly over her skin.
She moans softly when I gently massage her scalp, letting her head hang back between her shoulder blades and closing her eyes.
“That feels so good, sir. I might never want to wash my own hair ever again.”
I drop a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll wash your hair whenever you need.”
She smiles. “Hair washing. Tampon insertion and removal. You’d better be careful, sir. I might just make you my personal serv-vant.”
She stutters on the last word like she regretted using it midway through saying it, and I suspect I know why.
With a soapy hand, I cup her jaw. “Imogen?”
She keeps her eyes tightly closed.
“Imogen. Look at me, baby.”
Her eyes flit open, and she worries her lip again, appearing anxious.
“There is no act of service that I wouldn’t gladly do for you. In fact, I would worship you on my knees if that’s what you
wanted. I may have bought you, but you own me.”
She blinks, her eyes shining with tears. I dust my lips over hers and give her the briefest of kisses before I go back to
washing her hair.
“Nobody has ever washed my hair before,” she whispers. “At least not that I remember. I’m sure my mom must have.”
Your mom did, and your dad, because they loved you with all their fucking hearts. That’s what I should tell her, but I’m too much of a coward to do that, so instead I tell her how beautiful and special she
is to me. She blossoms under my praise, like the roses do under her tender care.
When she’s clean all over, I help her out of the bath and wrap her in a warm purple fluffy towel before diligently drying
her skin, making sure I tend to every inch, which is just another reason to have my hands on her. Then as promised, I change
her tampon before I help her into a clean T-shirt. When we’re done I carry her to bed and tuck her in.
“Lincoln, we haven’t eaten dinner yet,” she protests.
“I know, baby. Pierre is fixing us something we can eat here in bed.” I check my watch. “It will be ready in about five minutes.”
Her eyes sparkle with delight. “We’re eating dinner in bed?”
I nod. “I thought dinner and some movies.”
She claps her hands together. “That sounds perfect.”
We ate dinner and watched one movie, and then Imogen fell asleep before the second one was even halfway done.
I turned off the TV and then I just watched her sleeping for hours.
Mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of her chest, and the occasional twitch of her nose.
She looks so different now. So unguarded and peaceful.
Stripped of her armor while she sleeps. I suppose we have both peeled away our layers for the other.
But I must have fallen asleep because I’m being woken by her squirming, which has her wriggling her perfect ass over my rapidly
hardening cock. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Cramps,” she groans.
“You want me to get some Advil and the hot water bottle?”
“No,” she breathes out the word. “I want to try your other method, sir.”
My sleep-addled brain takes a few seconds to register what she means. “Oh? You want to try my orgasm method?”
“It seems only right to test it out after you made such a bold claim.”
I nip her shoulder blade. “You’re such a brat.” I delicately slip two fingers into her mouth. “Suck, baby. Give me plenty
of spit, because we’re going to need a little lubricant.”
She sucks, covering my fingers with saliva before I pull them out. I slide my hand into her panties and find her clit, already
swollen.
She moans softly. “But why do we need lube? I feel . . .” She doesn’t finish what she was saying.
I rest my lips at her ear, working my fingers over her sensitive flesh. “You feel what?”
“Wet,” she whispers.
“I’m sure you are, but that tampon you’re wearing is soaking up all your lovely cum, along with your period. And you’re going
to need to change it in an hour.” I set an alarm on my watch for myself so I could do that for her. I read it’s dangerous
to leave them in for more than eight hours and I have no intention of letting any harm come to her.
“Oh, god, I’m so naive.”
“Not naive, baby. Just learning new things.” I press more firmly and she gasps. “And I love being your teacher.”
She throws her head back in pleasure and I take advantage of the expanse of skin on her neck, kissing and licking while I
play with her needy clit. “Y-you’re such a good teacher, Linc.”
“It’s not hard when I have such a bright, enthusiastic pupil.”
I sink my teeth into her throat, biting gently while I work her over, and it doesn’t take long to push her over the edge.
She moans my name when she comes, whispering her thanks for helping with her cramps.
She’s already drifting back to sleep when she confirms that my theory is indeed true. With a smile, I wrap her tightly in
my arms, ignoring the ache in my dick as it’s still pressed against her ass. Tomorrow, I’ll take my fill of her, but tonight,
all I want to do is hold her while she sleeps.