Page 21 of Power Struggle

Lastly, I flick the lock on the second door in the bathroom that leads to the adjoining room since staff will pop in there to set it up. I don’t want to risk anyone walking in on my woman naked. When the tub’s full and I’ve taken a two-minute long piss, I head back to get Addy. She’s half asleep and adorably spread out in the middle of the bed.

I pause and take a minute to soak her in. She’s still wearing the collar but nothing else. Visions of her truly collared for me, fill my mind, making my tired cock pulse. My eyes scan down her body, seeing the remnants of our sex-athon. One that I’ve no doubt is nowhere near done. Her legs are spread slightly, giving me a view of her swollen, red pussy. Shit. Maybe we are done for a while.

But then I see my cum dripping from her, and my cock decides he’s firmly against the plan to wait.

“Are you just going to stare at me?” she murmurs, her voice sleepy and weak. I chuckle, bending to scoop her up. She giggles and drops her head into my neck. Her fingers weave through my hair, and I can’t help but kiss her forehead. “Nope,” I say, popping the p. “I’m going to take care of you.”

Her head pops up as we pass the St. Andrews cross on the way to the bathroom, and she pouts, pointing a limp finger at it. “I had plans for that.”

Chuckling, I smack her ass lightly as I step into the steaming, deep tub. “We’ve got all weekend for your plans, Princess.”

She gasps as her skin hits the water and clings to me. I settle us down, keeping her cradled to my chest. “All weekend?” she murmurs sleepily.

Cupping water in my palm, I bring it up to cover her shoulders, warming her up. “Yes,” I murmur. “I booked the room for us until Sunday.” Which gives us two days to enjoy each other in all ways. “How are you feeling?” I murmur.

Settling deeper into me, she cuddles herself into my chest, melting my heart and causing my cock to pulse all in one go. “Perfect,” she murmurs. Her stomach disagrees, and I wait for her to say something. When she doesn’t, I pinch her outer thigh. She groans, pulling away from me. “Tired, satisfied, and starving. Are you happy?”

I smile, shifting her to sit between my thighs so I can take care of her. “Immensely. Thank you.” She nods, leaning against my chest. I reach up, gently pulling the rubberband from her hair. She shivers and quietly asks what I’m doing. “Taking care of my woman,” I say simply. “Tip your head back for me, Princess.”

Addison pauses, and though her back’s to me, I swear I hear a muffled sob. My heart clenches. I don’t think anyone has ever taken care of her after sex. I help her dip her hair into the water, happy when I see the tub is big enough for her body to still be fully submerged while I soak her hair. Her eyes drift closed, and she releases a sleepy, content sigh. The sound of Say You Won’t Let Go by James Author plays softly through the speakers. Addy smiles softly as I pull her back into me so I can lather her hair.

“I love this song,” she whispers.

Massaging shampoo through her long strands, I grin proudly behind her back. “I know.” She says nothing but moans softly as I scrub her scalp. By the time the next three songs have played, I’ve washed her hair twice, making sure to thoroughly clean her thick mass of locks, and conditioned it once. The fourth song comes on, and though I know she’s sensed a theme, she hasn’t said anything yet.

I’ll Be by Edwin McCain comes on, and finally, she breaks the otherwise silence. “These are love songs,” she chokes out, gripping my knees. “My favorite love songs.”

Tugging her against me by her hair, I wait until she’s looking up at me. “I know,” I murmur again. I run my hand down her cheek. “Maybe we can play it at our wedding one day.”

She grins, rolling her eyes, likely thinking I’m kidding. I’m not. I’m gone for this girl. “You have to stop saying things like that, Jack,” she sighs, letting her hands sway through the water.

“No,” I say simply.

She turns a vaguely irritated look in my direction and scowls at whatever she finds on my face. “Why not?”

I shrug, coating the washrag in strawberry-scented soap. “Because I won’t lie to you.” She bites her lip and continues to play with the water. “Come here,” I beckon her back into my reach and then tug her by the hand when she ignores me.

I run the soapy cloth over her skin, making sure to remove all the sweat and sticky fluids from earlier so she can feel fresh while we eat. When I’ve just finished her back and am heading toward her legs, she finally looks up at me. “Why are you doing all of this?” I pause, arching a brow in confusion. She waves her hand around the bathroom, the tub.

“Washing you?” I ask. She nods, then shakes her head, then shrugs. I chuckle, dipping the cloth between her legs. She moans, arching back when I start to softly wash her abused pussy.

“Have you ever entered a sub-space, Addy?” She thinks about it for a moment before shaking her head. “Do you think you did tonight?” She nods immediately. I smile. “Whether we fuck hard and fast, or I make love to you for hours, I will always take care of you.” I pause, not really wanting to ask this question but needing to. “Do you take care of your subs when you’re done?”

She gives me a surprised, incredulous look. “Of course. After.

care is just as important as sex, if not more.”

I nod, figuring that’s what her answer would be. “But who takes care of you?” This time, she wilts in my hands. I knew it. “I do,” I cut in before she can retreat in on herself. “From now on, I do. No matter what we do or who’s involved. Whether it looks like what we did with that man earlier or it’s just us in our bed. I will take care of you, Addison. You just need to let me.”

She stares at me for a long moment before leaning forward, closing the small space between us. Her fingers thread through my hair, and she presses her lips to mine before pulling away and smiling down at me. She’s crawled into my lap and positioned herself over my cock but is making no move to slide down my shaft.

“And I’ll take care of you,” she murmurs. “Starting now.” Tugging me forward, she grins. “Dip down so I can wash your hair.” And she does.

Wordlessly, she takes care of me exactly how I did her, and I let her. She needs to know that trust goes both ways. When we’re done, and I’m sure she’s come back down to her baseline, if not still sleepy and hungry, I pick her up and bundle her in a towel. I work another through her hair, catching as much of the water as I possibly can before tossing it into the dirty bin. She grabs another plush towel and dries my body before wrapping it around my hips.

Smiling, I bend down, palm her cheeks and kiss her hard. She sinks into me with a moan. God, I love this woman.

I pull away, leaving her dreamy and dazed. Before she knows what’s happening, I lift her up bridal style, loving the way she screeches and hooks her arms around my neck. “Grab that for me,” I murmur, jutting my chin toward a hairbrush and bottle of lotion on the vanity. She grins, scooping them up. Turning toward the door she hasn’t been through yet, I unlock it and carefully maneuver her so I can open it.

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