Page 117 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“And a cleaning woman.” When she finished laughing, he added, “We could watch some Monty Python tonight, if you want.”

“You know I’ll never turn that down, but let’s save it for tomorrow.”

“Sure.” He studied her for a moment, then helped her turn to face him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, thanks. Just really full.”

He lifted the wineglass and allowed her to take a small sip, then kissed her shoulder. “Kendra, I know I asked earlier if you needed aftercare, and you refused. Are you sure you don’t want me to do something?”

It was one of the few things they disagreed on. Although aftercare was different for every couple, and could change depending on the scene, Mark saw it as his duty.

In contrast, she never felt like she could ask him for it when they were always so busy with other things. Her pride was also involved. She was Kendra Fucking Hall and didn’t need anyone to coddle her.

Maybe that was part of their problem. Why did she refuse when she knew it was so important to him?

God, she was a bitch.

“Actually, yes,” she finally said. “Will you rub my back, then cuddle me until I fall asleep?”

He gave her a slow, sexy smile that made her toes curl, then helped her up and untied her apron. “Go wash up, then get tucked into bed.”

Chapter Seven

Mark

Kendra had never once asked for aftercare, and he wasn’t sure what to think. Had he gone too far with her today? She was usually open about her feelings, yet he couldn’t help thinking he was missing something important.

He straightened the bed and turned the sheets down, then decided to man up and ask her. If he expected her to communicate with him, he needed to lead by example. After setting a bottle of water on the nightstand, he stripped down to his boxers and got some sweet almond massage oil from the selection of lubricants and oils on the dresser.

When she came out of the bathroom, she got one of the brushes he’d intended for punishment. After handing it to him, she curled up next to him, then said, “Brush my hair too, please?”

“Sure.” He worked the brush through her tangles, careful not to tug too hard. “How’s that?”

“Feels good.” She took the brush and scooted over to kneel behind him, then returned the favor.

“Kendra?”

“Hmm?” After setting the brush aside, she stretched out on her stomach, obviously ready for her massage.

“Why did you agree to aftercare tonight?”

“Because you need it, and I’ve been an utter cow about refusing to let you.” She rested her head on her folded arms, then turned to look at him. “And maybe I need it too and was too stubborn to let you give it to me.”

Careful not to brush against her bottom, he straddled her hips to massage her shoulders as the sweet scent of massage oil filled the room. “That doesn’t sound like you at all.”

“Smart ass.” The words held no heat, and a soft smile blossomed on her pretty face as she closed her eyes. “This feels really good. I’ve been missing out.”

“You think so?”

“I do, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been such a bitch about it. Well, about everything, I guess. Do you forgive me?”

“I already have.” He bent forward to kiss her shoulders, then nipped her earlobe. “And it’s earned you a reward.”

“What kind of reward?”

Instead of answering, he moved to kneel behind her and slid his hands down her sides. Gently he lifted her hips until she was resting on her knees, thighs parted.

Lips parted; she turned her head to look at him. "What are you doing?”

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