Free On Becoming His - Lessons Learned by Cassandre Dayne

in a final sensual move. There was no need for him to ask her to start the water. She did so for him or for them every morning, and today she was going to begin to show him her heightened level of devotion. “Yes, Sir.” Giving him one last thirsty look of admiration, she walked into the bathroom, her legs quaking with anticipation. Would he approve of how she wanted to show him her dedication to him and to their life? Smiling, she turned on the water and brushed her teeth. Fiddling with her wild mane of hair, she shook her head and knew he loved the just fucked look almost as much as well coiffed.
    She pulled freshly clean towels from the closet and pressed her face against the softness, breathing in the clean scent. Luke deserved nothing but the best. Remaining just outside the shower, she lowered her head in reverence when he walked in.
    “My beauty. My kitty kat.” Cupping her chin, he eased her face up and his eyes filled with a loving need. “No need to lower your head. I know you love me and respect me.”
    “Yes, Sir.” As he br ushed his thumb across her lips, she shivered, electric jolts coursing through her entire body.
    Pressing his finger inside her mouth, he cocked his head and exhaled slowly. “You do love pleasing me. You’re learning so many things.”
    As she wrapped both hands around his wrist, licking and savoring his thumb, she could tell what he was thinking. He was going to devour her, reminding her that she belonged to him. Thinking about his single request from the night before sent another series shivers turning into brand new goose bumps. How in the hell was she going to obey him and not pleasure herself? The thought daunting, she forced the entire scenario out of her mind and concentrated on sucking his thumb.
    Taking his other hand, Luke cupped and squeezed her breast before lowering his head and nipping her nipple. “Every inch of you belong to me. Every one. Don’t forget that.”
    There was no way she could forget the man who made her stay wet every day. When he bit down on her nipple, she moaned. Her Sir could drive her nearly insane with desire.
    Luke sighed and removed his finger as he stood back and gazed down her body. “Beautiful. You’re very beautiful. Come. Let’s take a shower.”
    She nodded and pulled open the shower curtain, waiting until he stepped inside. The moment he turned and faced her, allowing the water to cascade down his back, she swallowed hard. “May I wash you today?”
    “I’d like that. Yes, I would.” He slid his feet apart before kissing her softly. Then he sighed, closing his eyes.
    Grabbing the shower ball and soap, she poured just enough to cover the netting, her eyes never leaving his face. This was one of her favorite and very intimate moments of passion shared with him and she loved every second. As Jessie washed first his neck and chest she smiled, allowing her gaze to really drink him in. He was gorgeous and yet sometimes unsure of his worthiness for love, her love. The need in him was something that had always stilled her and one reason she wanted to shower him with affection and with her devotion. The term meant so much more to her now. “I love touching you.”
    “And I love your touch,” Luke growled, opening his eyes briefly.
    She continued washing him, such raw emotions rushing through her as she held his cock in her hands. Kneeling down, she gently washed his balls, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his cock. Instantly he became rock hard.
    “Careful. I’m growing famished.”
    “Mmm… Good.” Jessie washed his legs and feet, finally encouraging him to turn around. Her pulse racing, she washed his calves and the back of his knees, moving up slowly to his ass, the reminder of their sinful act moments before giving her a smile. Standing, she washed his back and arms, finally finishing with his neck before setting the netting down and grabbing the hand held nozzle. As she rinsed him off, she could tell how wet and hot she was