Little Valentine (Blue Book 3) by Eva Marks

Author:Eva Marks [Marks, Eva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-02-04T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Hudson

“You continue to amaze me, little.” I soften inside her, slowly pulling out. My arms are wrapped around her middle, protecting her feeble body from falling. “Every day anew, you amaze me.”

Her complete submission, her absolute devotion, and her dirty side make me want to worship at her feet day and night.

“Thank you.” The words are pushed out of her like she has no strength left.

“My love.”

Turning her in my arms, I examine her face. Her eyes glimmer beautifully, so alive. The orgasm may have shattered her body, but it hasn’t fucked with her light. I brush her hair from her face, dropping wet kisses on her cheeks.

“Are you okay to stand on your own?”

Most of our aftercare sessions consist of Avery sitting or lying down, yet the thought of sending her out there to dry, then having her back here to wash herself properly in half an hour doesn’t bode well with me.

“Yes.” Her eyelashes shine as water droplets sprinkle on them.

Slowly and carefully, I release her, allowing her space. I outstretch my hand to the right, grabbing her shampoo.

“Turn around.” I signal with my head, and she does.

The citrusy shampoo pours out of the pink bottle and into my palm. I put it back on the stainless steel holder, and begin lathering Avery’s hair.

She opens her mouth in an expression of pure bliss, relaxing into me, relinquishing another kind of control to my hands. It isn’t sexual; it isn’t a response to do as I say. In these moments, she is simply mine.

As I am hers.

Once done, I rinse the suds out, murmuring Good girl in her ear while I do. The conditioner is next. I apply it only to the strands of her hair, then pin it up the way she likes it.

Following my care of her, I massage her body with soap. Avery tilts her head in the opposite direction of where my hands go as I massage her neck.

She rolls her arms when I rub into her tight muscles, lets out a short laugh when I go for the armpits, and another delighted moan when I slide my hands forward to apply the soap on her breasts, stomach, and navel.

But there’s only so much I can do standing up. I round Avery’s still body, my hand gently wrapped around her neck to support her.

Her somewhat drowsy eyes stare back at me, her skin mildly reddened by the heat of the shower. Steam billows in the expansive stall, giving my wife an even more angelic look than her normal, ethereal self.

Having a sub drop—the descent after an intense scene, the main reason for aftercare—is common. It’s expected of the party that tolerated either violence, humiliation, or blind obedience to their Dominant’s demands despite the hardships piled up, to end up bare of endorphins and vacant.

What I’m experiencing at this moment is a Dom drop. While less discussed, it still happens, for any number of reasons. For me, following a session of degradation with my Avery, it occurs every now and then.

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