Page 106 of Mine

“What about it?” I asked.

“Well, I’ve read about it. And I know we’ve done it?”

Damn, I needed to do a better job at Domming. Her hand settled on my chest, stopping the edge of the spiral I was nearing.

“That wasn’t a critique of you. I’m still learning. I’ve felt taken care of after we’ve been together. Well…”

“For the most part,” I said, thinking about the night at Russo’s. “I should have checked in on you.”

She shook her head. “We’re learning. I should have messaged you. It’s a two-way street. I just want to know what you like for aftercare.”

I took a long sip of water, holding her gaze until she sighed dramatically and followed suit. We downed our iced water together. The glass clinked against the marble topped counter as she put it down.

She bent over to open a cabinet and groaned, reaching back to rub her asscheek. “That’s gonna hurt.”

“Yeah, it will.”

She shot me a look over her shoulder. “I’ll be thinking of you all week.”

I chuckled. “That was the goal.”

She pulled out a pan for grilling. I hovered for a minute and then she pointed at the barstool. “Sit. Or if you want to shower, you can. You can use anything here you want.”

“Hmm…” A hot shower sounded nice. A hot shower with Pepper sounded nicer, but we could take one together in the morning. “I think I’ll take a quick shower and rinse off.”

Pepper nodded. “Do you remember where everything is?”

“Yes. The magic shower and all that.”

She snorted as pulled a loaf of fresh sourdough out of a bread box. She sliced off a few pieces, seemingly full of more energy than I’d expected.

“Are you sure you want to cook this late? I’m shocked you aren’t ready for bed,” I said.

“I passed out in the car. I don't even remember us getting here. I think that gave me energy for a second wave. I didn’t eat much over the weekend, and figure you didn’t either.”

“I didn’t,” I admitted. “You’re cute when you snore, by the way.”

“Well, you’d be the first to think so.”

I winked at her and then left the kitchen, winding my way through her apartment to the bathroom. It was dripping with luxury, but I didn’t feel as out of place as I had last time. I stripped out of my clothes and managed to get the hot water to turn on, stepping beneath the stream.

“Fuck,” I breathed out.

I stood there for a couple minutes just soaking in the heat. It seeped into my muscles, rinsing all my worries away. The scene tonight would live with me for the rest of my life, seeing how turned on she was by being watched and taken in front of a crowd. Knowing that she was mine. Out in the open, all mine.

After my shower, I dried off and pulled the towel around my waist. The scent of bread and butter made my mouth water as I went back to the kitchen, finding that Pepper had set us out plates, each with a gooey grilled cheese.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “Those do look amazing.”

“They are,” she said, pulling out her barstool. She winced as she slowly sat down, wiggling her butt as she adjusted to the pain from being spanked. Her gaze raked over me, dipping down to the towel.

I took the other stool and drained another glass of water. Pepper picked up her grilled cheese, the bread crunching as she took a bite. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned.

My stomach grumbled. I picked mine up and took a huge bite. And damn, it was great. She smirked as she chewed, all too satisfied by my expression.

“Okay,” I said after swallowing. “This is pretty fucking good.”

The two of us inhaled our grilled cheese sandwiches and drank more water. Once we’d polished our plates, I piled them together and took them to the sink.

---