Page 27 of Dream Mates
Somehow Spencer had noticed. The hair mask was for fine hair. The robe was just the right shade of green. There was abath pillow.He’d been prepared so when he had the chance he’d be ready.
The goddess treatment was exactly what I needed right now.
We weren’t bonded. He couldn’t feel me. Spencer was going off of alpha instinct or reading my body language or whatever.
No one had ever paid me this level of attention and care. He was so gentle, so kind, so patient. Getting fed a homemade dinner while in the bath?Yes please.I loved every moment.
I took a deep breath and exhaled. Because I wasn’t ready to process what had happened.Just feel.
“That’s it. So perfect,” he murmured, one hand caressing my face, sending shivers straight through me.
Mmmm, yes Daddy.I could see how he saw himself as a nurturer and protector. He always took care of this family in so many ways. Ways I wasn’t sure everyone even noticed, and there were probably a million little things I didn’t.
It was hot as hell.
Spencer’s bedroom was done in burgundies and greys, with dark wood furniture, carpet my feet sunk into, and stunning artwork on the walls. The room smelled of lavender, like he had a diffuser going someplace.
Everything seemed simple yet luxurious, like he’d rather have a few well-made items than a room full of ones that just worked. It was a perfect balance of aesthetic and function with no expense spared. Even the comforter under me was soft, probably of a higher thread count than I’d ever felt.
But then I knew Spencer was a man that liked his comforts and appreciated quality. Like whatever hairbrush he was using on me. So much better than anything I used.
Finally, he put the brush down and caressed my neck and shoulders, which sent heat right down my core, pooling between my thighs.
“Would you like to lay down on the bed and have a massage? Or we could watch a movie? Sleep? Would you like more food?” Each suggestion was punctuated with a little kiss on my throat that made me moan.
“A sexy massage with a happy ending? Please.” While that bath was so very nice, I really wanted more. But I could be patient, as long as I got a knot in the end.
“Happy ending?” He grabbed a blanket off the chair and laid it across the bed.
“A massage ending in orgasms. In this case I mean orgasms with knots.” It would be worth the wait.
“You want my knot, Darling?” He carefully removed the robe from me, eyes dancing with lust. “I’d love that. Could you lay face down on the bed for me, please? Oh, that is perfect.”
All this praise made me wet. I was enjoying this care and attention so much that I was content to let everything take its course, knowing I’d get exactly what I’d needed. Just like in the bath.
I laid down on the soft blanket as he laid the robe on the chair and dimmed the lights, and pushed a button, lighting up a bunch of electric candles. Spencer only wore briefs. He wasveryfit. You could make pancakes on that stomach.
I would eat pancakes off that stomach.Yeah, I was thirsty.
“We should put the wrist brace back on, just to remind us of any limitations so that you don’t get hurt,” he said, putting the wrist brace on my arm. “This is different from what you had. The walking cast as well.”
I frowned, struggling to remember. Hmmm. I could see a clinic in my mind. “I might have gotten sick. But I don’t quite remember.”
“Ah, yes. Some sort of interdimensional police station is probably a very good place to catch something that you’re not resistant to,” he nodded.
It made sense to me. I was a little surprised that I hadn’t been sick with something here. Though when I arrived here, between the clinic and the hospital, I’d been vaccinated for all sorts of things since I’d had no records.
Spencer straddled my back. “Let me know if the pressure is too firm, not firm enough, or if you need attention in a different area.”
“Oh, I will.” Closing my eyes, I listened to the soft music, as warm lavender-scented oil glided across my skin. That must be what the blanket was for, so we didn’t get oil all over everything.
His fingers kneaded into my shoulders. “Too warm? Too hard?”
“Perfect,” I hummed. His cock dug into my back, and my pussy was on fire, but that smooth pressure was worth it.
“Good girl. Relax and just let all the tension float away,” he purred as he massaged all my cares away.
Good girl? Oh, I’ll be so good.
