Page 40 of Rediscovering Rubi

He buried his face in her neck and breathed her in, the scent of her perfume, ofher, calming him. “You are the best wife any man could have,” he told her, meaning it with all his heart.

She pulled back to look at him. “Did you think I would judge you?”

“No, never. It was more about me judging myself.”

She stroked her hand over his cheek, love shining in her eyes. “I understand that. I really do. So, tell me what aftercare looks like for you.”

“That’s something I still need to figure out. Cuddling with you, that’s for sure. We do that, anyway, but I guess I need to… know it’s being done with intention, if that makes sense.”

Rubi nodded.

“And sometimes sex is aftercare for me.”

“For me, too,” she agreed.

“So, what if I express the need for aftercare that goes beyond cuddling, and you’re not up for sex?” he had to ask.

“Babe. I am always up for sex after we play. I’m not sure I could do without it ending with that level of intimacy, and I getsoworked up when you’re playing me. But if that’s ever the case, then we talk about it, and figure it out together, right? Isn’t that part of the ‘exchange’? And there are so many things that help me as far as aftercare that you might not have considered, like a warm bath or shower, or eating chocolate, watching a favorite movie, or a massage.”

“You are one very wise woman,” he told her. “Thank you for listening. And for offering advice. I’m sure I have more to figure out around what taking care of myself means, but I think that’ll happen over time now that we’re both aware of it. Thank you, baby.” He leaned in to kiss her.

“Mmm. Can you… can you do that again, please?” she asked, batting her lashes.

“What, this?” he asked, kissing her once more.

Her lips parted under his, her tongue searching his out. He was feeling a little raw from the conversation, but something about this woman’s touch soothed him… always.

More than soothed him as she wriggled her way onto the floor and between his knees, and pressed up against him as they kissed. His dick went hard as her tongue slipped into his mouth.

Fuck, he needed her.

Soon they were making out like they had in college. Her soft, plush breasts were pressed up against his chest, but she wasn’t close enough. He needed more.

He pulled back and laid both hands on her shoulders. “Time to get naked, darlin’.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

He could see how those words made her eyes misty, made her features go soft, and he loved that she was able to slip into subspace so easily. He loved even more that part of it had to be because she trusted him so much. And he was grateful for what he’d learned that day that had allowed him to open himself up to her. But right now he needed to stop thinking so much, and let instinct lead the way.

“Arms up,” he told her, and as she raised her arms over her head, he slipped the silky chemise off, leaving her in nothing but her pretty heels.

Lord, she was so damn beautiful. Her hair pooled around her shoulders, and he pushed it back so he could see the pretty slope of her shoulders, the delicacy of her collarbones, the gentle curve of her breasts. He reached out and stroked the underside of one breast and saw a shiver go through her, and her nipples were already two succulent points. He began to tease her nipples, both at once, stroking the tips, then pinching them, gently at first, then harder. The harder he pinched, the more she leaned into his touch, and she started to moan and closed her eyes. He kept playing with her tits, watching her nipples go harder,the color deepening. When he thought she was ready, he quietly pulled a pair of screw clamps from his back pocket, and pulling one taut nipple out, he attached the clamp.

“Oh!”

Rubi’s eyes fluttered open, then she smiled, that mysterious Mona Lisa smile she sometimes got when she was fully immersed in subspace and pleasure.

He adjusted the screw, tightening the clamp, and stopped when she bit her lip.

“Let’s clamp the other one before I make them any tighter.”

She didn’t answer, but started doing some deep breathing, and he knew she was converting the pain to pleasure in the way he’d taught her all those years ago.

He twisted and stroked and pinched the other nipple, then pulled it out to attach the other clamp near the base. She gasped a little, then let out a long breath, her eyes closing once more. He let her settle into the pain for a few moments before tightening one of the clamps a bit.

“What color are you, Rubi?” he demanded.

“Green, Sir. Ohhh, I forgot how much I like clamps.”

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