“I was told this whole 'after care' thing is a Dom's job. So lay back and let me do it," Trev instructed.
I opened my mouth to argue, but suddenly the Master was back. It was blatantly obvious from Trev's blue steel eyes. My mouth snapped shut and with a deep red blush staining my cheeks, I told my thighs to open. Being shy themselves, they refused.
“Vie," he warned. “Open up."
I groaned in mortification but still did not move.
“Now, Vie!" he demanded.
Finally, they fell open and I hid my head in a nearby pillow hoping I would disappear. The cloth was nice and warm, and he cleaned me with gentle strokes that sparked the sweet tingles again. I clamped down on the rising desire. There was no way I would allow myself to become turned on by something so humiliating.
“What the f**k?" Trev
