Page 23 of Captain's Companion

“Is Little Ulrik going to behave,” she asked yawning.

“I’ll restrain him,” Ulrik said.

“You know that’s what started this,” Gwyn said.

“Maybe you should restrain him,” Ulrik said wondering how she would feel about being tied up now.

“No tying up,” she said starting to rise, she winced.

“What’s wrong,” he asked concern etching his face.

“Someone was rather enthusiastic about my breasts,” Gwyn said. He saw the marks he put on her. He remembered being rather devoted to them while they were still on the bed.

“Little Ulrik is a bad boy,” he grinned.

“So is big Ulrik,” Gwyn said.“Bath, a hot steamy bath?”

“Whatever you want,” he said.

She refused to let him carry her. She used the toilet while he filled the tub. She felt a little awkward but got over it as he offered her options of bath stuff. “Why do you have so many different bath things,” she asked after he had her smell four different bubble baths.

“I wanted you to feel comfortable,” he growled a little embarrassed.

“It’s sweet,” she said pulling him to her. Her lips gently caressed his for several long moments. “Thank you.”

“Is there one here you like,” he asked suddenly nervous.

“I like the third one the best but they’re all nice,” she said. As the water filled, she slid into the tub, sighed her pleasure at the heat. “This is heaven.” She slid underwater, coming back up to push her hair out of her face.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured. He swiped his lips across hers. “I’ll be right back.”

“Ulrik,” she said as he stepped away.

Turning back, he saw her leaning over the side of the tub. “Yes,” he asked.

“Don’t be long,” she said. Her tone held a hint of demand.

“Definitely, yes,” he said. While she settled back to enjoy the steamy bath, he rushed around the bedroom gathering the debris from their time. Finding pillows, sending the food trolley back to the kitchen, and washing the bedding as he put clean bedding on the bed. He ordered more food to arrive periodically. He set alarms to remind them to stop making love in order to eat. He also pulled up the list of stores on the station that delivered. He planned to spoil her with new clothes and even some beads if he could talk her into it.

Before returning to the bathroom, he surveyed the bedroom. Everything looked in place and normal. His cock throbbed. He wouldn’t upset her by not climaxing, but he intended to focus on her needs while they were in the tub. If she let him.

Stepping into the bathroom, he stopped short on seeing her. Sunk low in the tub, he saw only her head, her beautiful hair clung to her. “Why are you staring,” she asked.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. He leaned over her to brush his lips gently over hers. She sighed, cupped his face, and pulled him back for a second longer kiss.

“Are you joining me,” she asked against his lips.

“Scooch forward,” he said. “I’ll wash your back.” She handed him a cloth. Dunking it in the water, he pushed her long hair off her back and rubbed from her tailbone up. Her pleased hum sent his heart beating faster. Rubbing small circles up, she leaned into his hands asking for more without saying anything.

“You do this nicely,” she murmured as he rubbed her shoulders and neck.

“It might be my second calling,” he said.

“How many women have you given massages to,” she asked tensing up.

“You,” he said. “Only you.”

“Uh huh,” she responded skeptically.

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