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“Sweetheart, we will work on that. I promise.” He kissed me again.
Sweetheart?Were surrogates allowed to use endearments? But he wasn’t my surrogate. I’d fired him from that position. And he’d kissed me.
14
Lev –Of Heat’s Golden Sighs
Callum didn’t want a bath, but maybe later. I was good at baths. I always used bubbles. If the omega was in heat, I made sure the water was cool but not cold.
I scented the water with healing lavender essence. I used sponges on the skin to wash the body. Sponges were soft and apologetic, unlike terry washcloths. Sponges had empathy.
I used fruity or herbal shampoos. I had a talent for scalp massage.
I sprinkled the bubbles with tiny flowers made from natural soaps. If the omegas wanted toys, well, I had them. Everything from rubber duckies to rubber phalluses.
My patients rose from their baths like pampered kings.
“I’m excellent at baths. It is my calling. Keep it in mind for later.”
“You’re excellent. Period.”
Callum had let his legs straighten after his second orgasm. He now lay flat on his stomach on the top of his bedcovers which he had soiled with semen. Twice. But he did not seem to care.
I had towels in the wings for next time that I would sneak beneath him for his comfort. Fluffy towels. And cloths that felt like whispers on the skin.
I also knew what was in the arsenal in the bottom drawer of the bureau. Many things for many tastes in sexual exploration. It contained some toys that would make him feel good and full without any pain.
My own cock begged for release. I ignored it. I had had lots of cock training in my past. Yes, cock training. It wasn’t only about my mind, but that appendage as well, because it always, always had its own mind and feelings and longings.
I believed emotions and longings and needs in the body were like their own entities. I did not go so far as naming them, but I knew how they all worked in conjunction with sex and arousal and how the mind could be manipulated and controlled by them if a person was unconscious or unaware of their mental programs.
I looked at Callum now, lying so still, his naked back gleaming with his heat. He was resting but I knew he was not asleep. His heat was still in rush-mode because of the herbs.
“I want penetration.” He spoke loudly, over-reaching the crickets outside and, inside, the beat of my own heart.
I lay on my side, placing my hand on his shoulder. My cock edged itself against his hip.
“Patience is difficult while in heat. But you are special, and we will get you there. Do you trust me?” I kept asking him that same question. I needed that confirmation more than once with my patients. And non-patients.
“Please.” His voice didn’t whine so much as fill itself with longing, and the tone of it went through me like a soft, internal punch.
For my work and to guarantee performance, I could get hard with a thought. Different thoughts, but always erotic ones. With Callum I hadn’t done that. He had aroused me, his personality and beauty combined. My body responded with irresistible enthusiasm which caused an aching warmth to flood my chest.
I petted his shoulder and he leaned into my touch, so I knew he was all right. He remained aware of me and still consenting.
“Touch me down there,” he said. “Feel it. Tell me what you think.”
Down theremeant his hole.Touch memeant internally. He wanted an opinion. This was part of teaching, but my opinions were fast becoming subjective.
I had started to lose my objectivity with Callum perhaps some time right after we’d met. I hadn’t known that consciously until he’d sent me away.
“Please, Lev.” That plea did things to me. My balls pulse and my stomach muscles contracted.
I assessed him thoroughly in my own way. First, I put my forehead to his, gauging his temperature, which was feverishly hot but without the delirium. Urgency to mate could become a delirium for some—all omegas were different—but Callum retained his senses.
I ran my hand down his back like a tickle. His body shivered and he moaned. I let my hand trail over his buttocks, the beautiful curve of them, the sensual firmness combined with being so soft and without blemish. I wanted to lick and kiss them. Rub. Feel his skin against my whole body and my hard cock.
“Lovely.”
