After Care
1369 Words
Ace
I returned with my cooling wipes. I cleaned my release off her beautiful skin and wiped her pu*sy. She flinched.
Sh*t. I hope I didn't go too hard. But she didn't stop me.
Looking at her face, she had a small smile on her lips. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was out of it. Deep in sub space. I gently put her feet down and picked her up. Bringing her over to the bed, I laid her down. Bringing a glass of water to her lips. She didn't fight me but didn't open either.
"Kitten, I need you to drink for me. Then I'll let you sleep."
She looked at me. Really looked at me. Like I was some kind of God. And that shot me right in the heart.
She nodded and gulped it down. I set the glass down and spooned her tightly to my chest.
"You ok kitten?"
She sighed. "Ya, I am. I just feel strange."
Of course she did. I never pushed her this hard. The or*asm deprivation did her in. I knew it would. And I wanted to break her down. And fu*k if I did.
She slowly slipped into sleep. Her small snores making me smile.
I let her sleep for a few hours. Me drifting off occasionally. When she finally woke up, she seemed to be back into her own space. She looked so fu*king beautiful. Hair a mess, cheeks flushed. She smiled at me. A smile into her eyes. That alone made my pride skyrocket.
"Wanna go home kitten?"
She nodded. I stood from the bed and reached for my bag. I took out a pair of her sweats and one of my oversized T-shirts. I quietly dressed her and myself and scooped her into my arms. I wasn't letting my kitten walk after what I just did to her.
She tucked her head into my chin, drifting off again.
I walked her through the club, and I felt like all eyes were on us. I wasn't surprised. I had been coming here for years and everyone knew I didn't take on subs. I showed no emotion besides lust.
Groups were eyeing her collar, shock clear on their faces. Pride thumping in my chest.
That's right, this goddess is mine. All mine.
Jasmine
I woke up to sunlight streaming through the curtains. Memories flashed behind my eyes of last night. Complete submission, something I never thought I would do. But with Ace? Ya I liked it.
I felt strange, almost, sad? But not really. Just down. Not depressed, just wanting to stay in bed all day. Mentally exhausted. It overpowered the ache in my body. My skin burned, and my a*s? Don't get me started. It was on fire.
I felt hands grip me from behind. Ace.
I had finally given him all of me. He was branded into my soul.
"Kitten?"
I turned in his arms and laid my head on his chest. His thumping heart calmed me.
"You ok babe?"
I sighed. "Ya, I feel kinda weird. Like sad? But not really."
He tipped my chin up, looking into my eyes. He looked concerned.
"It's sub drop. I should have told you about it, but I didn't know if I'd push you as hard as I did. It's normal. You used up all of your endorphins. Now we need to take care of you today so you build them back up. Today I'm your servant. I want you resting and eating well,hydrating. No exertion whatsoever."
I just nodded. I didn't like the idea of bed rotting but I also didn't like the idea of moving a muscle.
"I love you, kitten." He kissed my forehead. "You have no idea how much last night meant to be. You submitting. My feisty little kitten trusting me completely. Did you at least have fun?"
"I love you too, Ace. It was more than fun. It was amazing. Can't wait to do it again." I winked.
He smiled. Hard. All the way into his eyes.
"Good. Now first thing first you are taking a hot bath."
Don't threaten me with a good time.
Ace
I spent the whole day catering to my kitten. And I was not complaining. I never pushed subs hard because I didn't want the aftercare to this extent. But with kitten? I loved it. After bathing her and rubbing cooling ointment all over her body, we spent the rest of the day eating greasy food and hydrating my kitten with tons of water. She was starting to perk up a bit, which was a relief. I knew she would but seeing her down did something to me. At least I knew how to bring her back. And she was a simple woman. She wanted greasy food and a day of watching movies and cuddling.
I still couldn't get the images of last night out of my head. Her submitting, begging, then exploding. I'd never seen her c*m so fu*king hard. Tomorrow I had to get back to work at the MC but for tonight I would worship and heal her.
I arrived at the MC early. Jasmines skin was healing well. She wanted to get back to work as soon as possible. Now that I had her completely, I was a bit apprehensive to send her back into the lions den. Greasy fu*ks gawking at what was mine. But I'd take small victories. She decided she wouldn't be doing lap dances anymore. And that made my fu*king day.
I had been working all morning in my office. Increasing security at our shops, double-checking security cams when I heard a knock.
Before I could speak, Whiz walked in with a sh*t eating grin on his face, slumping down into the chair beside me.
"So, never taking on a full time sub ay?" He smirked.
I simply flipped him the bird.
"I'm happy for you man, really. Now, does Jasmine have any friends? Sisters?"
I knew he was joking, but I also knew he kind of wasn't. Whiz was a hopeless romantic. He wanted a sub, wanted a connection. I felt bad for him. Nothing was wrong with him. He was a good guy. I'd be blind to not see how women swoon over him. Despite being our computer nerd, he didn't look the part. He was one of the biggest guys in the club. 6'5" shaved head and scruffy beard.
He just never found his match. His ki*ks were a bit different from mine. He liked needle play and bratting. Making a brat submit was his all-time goal.
"Listen man. You told me once, so I'm gonna flip it the fu*k back to you. You will find her. There's a brat out there for you begging to be tamed."
He sighed, looking down. "Ya, I hope so. Maybe I'm asking for too much, maybe I should lower my standards."
"No. Don't you dare. You hear me? Hang on. You'll find her. We all will."
He nodded and smiled, but I could see the sadness in his eyes.
"So as much detail as I would love to hear, I'm guessing you aren't willing to spill the tea on your old lady."
I laughed. He knew better. I wouldn't with Jaz. Me and Whiz we're as tight as could be. He was my best friend and brother. We held entire conversations without speaking a word. And he wouldn't pry with Jaz. I knew he wouldn't.
"I actually came to talk to you about business. Hatchet is talking about buying the club. He wanted to make sure we would be ok with it, considering we spend time there. He knows we like to keep that side of us somewhat separate."
He was right. We did. I had no problem with it though. In fact, I would be honored to manage security for them. And I know Whiz didn't give a fu*k. He had his share of fu*king on stage. Although less and less these days. He was running out of brat subs and was losing steam in the BD*M world, and that was fu*king sad. I'd make it a mission to find him some tail to get him through.
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