Page 133 of Five Days to Be Mine

Before she gets cold, I quickly wash myself and step out.

I dry her off and hold open her black, silky robe.

“Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure.” I’m smiling in that cheek aching way again, but this woman allows me to nurture her, to care for her and it makes the Dom in me roar in appreciation.

“My head is feeling all floaty.”

“Time for aftercare, princess. You’re a good girl. You’re not dirty.”

Her expression cools into something neutral. Her blue eyes are wide as she gazes at me, her fingertips brushing my pecs.

“You’re the only one who has ever made me feel safe and brave and, like, the kink stuff is nothing to be ashamed of. That it’s not some afterthought.”

I hug her, kissing the top of her head. “I love doing kinky things with you. I like making you breakfast and taking you to work. I like watching you sketch and I like waking up next to you. I love you Mara.”

“I love you.”

I need her to keep saying it because I love hearing it and I’m going to spend every moment I have on this earth to show her how much I love her.

We go into the kitchen.

“How did you set the scene up?”

I smile. “That’s a mystery.”

“You can tell me. I won’t tell a soul,” Mara crosses her heart.

I laugh and take down two mugs. “Hot chocolate?”

“Only if you’re having some.”

“I’m manly enough to drink cocoa.” I fill our mugs from the dispenser I had poured the hot chocolate in before I had started the scene.

I carry our mugs to the couch, set them on the coffee table and pull Mara’s legs on mine.

“What did you like about that scene?”

She lays her head on the back of the couch. Her eyes light up. a small smile on her face.

“The fear...it was scary at first, but when I clued into what was happening, it was the fun anticipation kind. I liked that I stopped thinking and could fight.”

I didn’t see her as the kind of woman who struggled to give her submission. One of the things I adore about Mara is how self-aware she is and how well she knows herself.

“Do you need to fight?” I slide my hand between her legs, gently touching her, wanting to give reassurance.

“No. But being challenged and feeling like I can be physical is kind of fun.” She reaches for her mug, takes a sip, and peers at me. “I don’t think I would want to do that type of scene once a week. It’s intense. What about you?”

I rub her leg, thinking it over. “I think next time I’d prefer to keep some light on. Being in the dark was a cool idea, but I didn’t like not knowing where you were. I loved surprising you, pouncing and then claiming you.”

I move my hand in between her legs with one hand and wrap my fingers through her hair with the other.

“Is there anything you didn’t like about the scene?”

I gently massage her head, watching how she finishes her mug, sets it down.

She nestles up to my shoulder and grabs my arm, putting it on her stomach.

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