Page 87 of Season of Gifts

His chest heaved; he sucked in deeper breaths to get his brain back.“Thank you, Mistress.”

She sent a sly smile up at him as she pushed his gear the rest of the way off, crouching at his feet, disentangling the socks, making him stand on one foot.Like he still had balance after that explosion.She took his hand to pull herself back up, and he regained his balance in a hurry.

Thrusting her breasts into his chest, she rocked against him.“It’s pretty gratifying, you know.How excited you get for my touch.”She winked at him, full-on winked, and joy zipped around inside him like the birds in spring, feasting on all the fresh treats after a harsh winter.“I think you’ll like this next part.Start the shower, Jay.”

Her fingers went to the buttons on her shirt.She took forever sliding each one loose.The water warmed before her shirt hit the floor.She wriggled out of her pants, bending all the way over and flashing her panty-covered ass at him as she plucked her socks from her feet and left her clothes heaped on his.She was wearing the peach set today, the bra and panty combo from the first gifts Henry had gotten her.

She walked straight into the shower and under the water.The thin fabric clung and disappeared, outlining her breasts.Their darker centers sloped into the hard points of her nipples.Dessert candies on a tray.Maybe if he was very good.

“Let’s get you wet.”Guiding him into the spray, she snatched up Henry’s bar soap.Eyes on his, she scrubbed the bar between her hands, every inch the evil mastermind dreaming up devious plans for him—except her giddy Alice smile.She couldn’t hide behind dominant-neutral.Still kept him guessing sometimes, but she and Henry had different personalities even when their thoughts rode the same train.“Arms out, please.”

He glided through her commands like steps in a dance.The frothy soap landed like a layer of clouds, fluffy and white, as she washed him clean.Washed away the week of fears and what-ifs.Washed away the doubts and loneliness.Henry’s scent surrounded them both.She praised Jay for not missing therapy, for starting the conversation about the wedding album, for calling her yesterday when he couldn’t take the emptiness anymore.

“You did so well, Jay.I know it maybe doesn’t feel like it.But you did.”She’d soaped every bit of him except the dick stirring for her again.“Me and Henry, we fell down on the job.”

They’d given him so much, though.Time they couldn’t spare, and he kept needing more.He was the one at home, with all the reminders of them around him, while they were alone.“No, but you—”

“Are you going to argue with your mistress, Jay, or are you going to accept her apology?”Hands on his shoulders, she pressed down; he sat on the built-in bench.The tile wasn’t even cold on his ass.They’d created a fog on the glass, rolling gently out into the rest of the bathroom.She held his cheek in her hand, her thumb zigzagging in little patterns.“I’m sorry for not being more consistent.I wish I’d defined our check-ins better so you wouldn’t be waiting and wondering.”

She didn’t owe him apologies.But her breasts were level with his eyes now.He tested the water, bringing his hands up slowly.She said nothing.Clasping her sides, he ran his fingers along the edge of the band.

Her lips quirked even as she narrowed her eyes at him.“Yes, you can take that off me now.”

He one-handed the clasp almost before she stopped talking and peeled the bra away, setting it on the bench.She took his other hand in hers and led him down her stomach and into her underwear, cupping the heat of her.“Take these off too, sweetheart.”

The panties landed beside the bra.

“Wash me, Jay.”

Her whisper could’ve been a shout.He lathered his hands and laid them on her, touching her everywhere she’d touched him.Long, lazy strokes down her arms and between her fingers.Bending to reach her feet, lightly kissing the top of her pussy as she balanced a hand on his back.

“Daring,” she murmured, rolling her fingers into his hair and squeezing.The pull stiffened his cock to full-speed-ahead, ready to serve.“I’ve always said I love your initiative.”

Switching legs, he inhaled her musky Alice-ness and nudged with his nose, the pressure she praised him for when she allowed him to taste her.This angle would be awkward, but if she wanted to swap positions… “I could kneel for you, Mistress.”

“Mmm, you could.”She swirled his hair and lifted his head until their gazes lined up.“But I have something else in mind.Finish your task and I’ll show you.”

He soaped her stomach and hips, hugging her curves tighter than a winding road.Swept his arms around her back, starting at her shoulders and working without seeing, only feeling.Only watching her sway into his hands.Her breasts floated.Drops of water rolled down their slopes and splashed between them.No soap there yet.He dared again, closing his mouth over her nipple and sucking as he stroked her back.

She pulled him closer and held him there, silent permission.“Lower.”

Lower?Like the under-part of her breasts?He tried to draw back to ask.

She denied him, her laugh sweet and comforting.“Your hands, stud.Lower.”

The roundness of her ass rewarded him for following directions.He played with her other breast, rolling her nipple across his tongue, while his soapy hands squeezed and stroked and came damn close to her fiery heat.

“Pause there, please.”She nudged him back.Whatever she saw in his face, she shivered head to toe and grinned at him.Lifting a foot onto the bench, she reached past him toward the shampoo niche in the wall.“I brought something for us to play with.”

She came down with a small purple blob.Not a cock—she thumbed the top, and a low buzz started.A vibe.

Hissing, she palmed the vibe and pressed her hand between her legs.Her body shook, and she pulled her hand away.“Yup, uh-huh, this’ll get us there.”

“I’ll say.”Holy fuck, if she was gonna play with herself in front of him like she’d teased on the phone, he’d pop again in a heartbeat.

She climbed onto the bench and straddled him, rising up on her knees.More than a show.A reconnection.He trembled, waiting.As she gripped the back of his neck with her open hand, he laid his hands on the flare of her hips.

“Perfect.Keep me steady, stud.”Delight sparkled in her eyes, and her tongue peeked out between her lips.“Not sure how wild this ride is gonna be.”

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