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“Just put them in the dishwasher,” she said.

I looked around and then frowned. “What dishwasher?”

She pointed at a large cabinet that definitely did not look like the front of a dishwasher. I grabbed the handle and tugged it down. It was, in fact, a dishwasher.

“I’m going to rinse off real quick,” she said. “Want to eat ice cream and watch me shower?”

“The answer will always be yes to that question.”

Pepper rummaged through her freezer before pulling out a pint of chocolate ice cream. I loaded the dishes and then slid behind her, gently grabbing her hips. She leaned back against me as she held up the ice cream.

“I don't even know if you like chocolate,” she said.

“Who doesn't like chocolate?”

She turned around in my arms, making a face.

“Oh my god,” I said. “Don't tell meJeffdidn't like chocolate.”

“Hated it,” she chuckled. “It's far more common than you think.”

“And a tragedy,” I teased.

Armed with ice cream and a spoon, I followed her back to the bathroom. She pulled out a small chair in front of a vanity and settled down, my eyes glued to her as I opened the pint and dug the spoon in.

Pepper turned to face me and slowly stripped her dress off. I took a bite of ice cream and felt a wave of comfort roll through me.

Honestly, there probably wasn’t a greater form of aftercare than eating chocolate ice cream while watching my girlfriend strip.

Girlfriend.

The word didn’t quite fit. Not because we hadn’t established that yet, but because Pepper felt like more than just a girlfriend.

“You never told me about aftercare,” she said. “Talk.”

I licked my lips. “I like it when you try to boss me around.”

She turned, her ass facing me as she continued to strip. Bruises already spotted her skin, my handprint very clearly sprawling over her ass.

Fuck.

That was hot.

“Aftercare is important,” I said. “I always practice aftercare for my subs, but I never take any for myself. This is making me realize that maybe I've been doing myself a disservice all along.”

“What is it like?” she asked.

“What is what like?”

“How do you feel after a scene? I feel like I'm floating on cloud nine. And I feel very vulnerable. But I also feel really good.”

She flipped on the water, steam swirling around the bathroom. And thank god for the glass walls. I dragged my chair closer and took another bite of ice cream, appreciating every part of her.

“I worry after scenes,” I said. “I worry I went too hard or did too much or that I shouldn’t have done anything to begin with. Words or reassurance help.”

“I really, really loved what you did to me tonight,” Pepper said as she stepped under the water.

My cock perked up as it streamed down her body. Her nipples were soft, her hair darkening as it dampened. Her eyes closed and she let out a soft moan, rolling her neck.

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