Sliding me down his chest, I grin up at him when my feet touch the floor.
“Hi,” I murmur, staring at him.
“Mistress, it seems I get to wash your hair all by myself,” he murmurs. “Isn’t that lucky?”
Shaking my head at his antics as he lifts my shirt over my head, I step back in to hug him.
“I’m here,” he reminds me, hugging me back. “I’m not going anywhere. Slept like shit, but I’m sure that’s just how it’ll be for a while. It’ll make me happy to take care of you. Let me?”
“Always,” I murmur, meaning it.
Kenzo pulls off his clothes, having fallen asleep in one of the guy’s joggers and T-shirt. He also carefully lays the collar on the counter, making sure it’s safe. He didn’t look very certain about sleeping in the bed with us last night, but finally sighed and climbed in next to me. Andrya cuddled me on the other side, and then Sidney sandwiched her between us. It all just worked.
I push my underwear down, letting it pool at my feet. Padding to the shower, I turn it on so it’ll warm up. Kenzo nuzzles my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Did you sleep well, Mistress?” he asks softly.
“I always sleep hard,” I admit. “I haven’t had a nightmare in ages, but I think sleeping with everyone helps me.”
Kenzo nods absently, nudging me into the shower. “I slept better than I deserved to.” He sighs. “I feel a little lost right now. I did everything I set out to do, and now I don’t have a purpose.”
“Should I give you one?” I ask, tilting my head back so the water will soak my hair. Kenzo’s splayed palms cover my hips, caressing my wet skin.
“You can give me anything you wish, Mistress. I’ll happily take it,” he promises.
Grabbing the shampoo bottle, he tugs me out of the spray of water. Turning me, he squeezes some of the product into his hand, working it into my scalp. Sighing, I can feel myself beginning to go boneless. This is one of my favorite things, the other being endless orgasms.
“You sound happy, Mistress,” Kenzo chuckles.
“I think I forgot what I was going to say,” I confess. “This feels amazing.”
“Then simply enjoy it, and you can tell me later,” he reassures me.
He carefully turns me around, tilting my head back to wash my hair, then begins to condition, starting at my ends. Kenzo’s tender ministrations make my eyes start to droop, so he kisses my forehead, propping me against the wall so he can shower quickly.
“Come here, Mistress, I’ll wash your body before we rinse and then get some caffeine in you,” Kenzo says.
“Yes, please. Everything you did felt amazing.” I sigh.
“I wish I could do other things that would feel even better, but we don’t have the time,” he laments. Kenzo efficiently lathers my body, tweaking my nipples teasingly, chuckling in that manly, sexy way that makes me shiver.
“Pet,” I whimper, writhing against his hardening cock against my back.
“No time, Mistress,” he reminds me, rinsing me off. As we get out of the shower, I have an idea, my brain slowly coming back online.
“So about giving you a purpose,” I murmur, beginning to dry my body off.
Kenzo’s brows draw together as he grabs his towel. “Yes?” he asks.
“What if I made you the head of the military?” I ask. “They’re essentially your men and women anyway. You’ve trained them all, they are used to taking orders from you. Why shouldn’t you?”
“I… I don’t have a reason to deny this position,” he says, surprised. “Do you really think I can? Up 'till recently I was a pacifist, after all.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I tell him, wrapping myself in a towel. Moving to the sinks, I pick up my toothbrush as I think. “You know when to choose violence and when diplomacy is the best course of action, right? You’re not a hot head.”
I put toothpaste on the toothbrush, and briefly run it under the water before beginning to brush.
“I believe I’m only a ‘hot head’, as you say, when your safety is at stake,” Kenzo muses. “Otherwise, I’m pretty calm. I taught myself to fight out of necessity. First because of my home life, and then because I wanted to change things in our kingdom.”