The Tempted and The Temptress

Chapter 12

It took me all of two days to get used to the idea. Maybe it was just me and I wasn’t doing what I was supposed to do. My fear was real, very real at that point.  That night, I didn’t have the guts to go and confront him in the bedroom that night.  Instead, I just lay on the pillows in the “day room.”

            Tonight however, I was willing to sit down and work it out.  So I decided to show him.  I didn’t have to work as hard as I used to because of my condition, so I straightened the house a bit and ordered dinner, something I rarely got a chance to do.  I ran him bath water and changed everywhere, put rose petals all around and opened the doors and windows to perfume the house with the ocean breeze.

            At 5:00pm, when he got home, I was waiting for him in a sundress and straw hat, no shoes as normal.  I greeted him with a kiss.

            “Hello,” he said, some what surprised.  “You’ve never greeted me like that before.”

            I simply smiled at him.  I made him drop his briefcase by the door and lead him into the living room.  Once there, I took off his shoes and socks and commenced to rub his feet.  He seemed dazed as I worked on him.

            “So, how was your day?”  I asked as I worked out the knots in his foot. He was tense.

            He proceeded to tell me about his day and I could feel him relaxing a bit. Afterwards, I took him into the dining room where dinner was waiting.

            “Man,” Playboy said, when he saw the chocolate cake I made, ”I feel like a king.”

            Max looked at me, as if he had never seen me before, as if e had to make sure that I was the right person.

            “Is something wrong?” I asked sweetly.

            “No, no,” he said. “Everything’s cool.”

            After he had finished this his dessert, I took him by his hand.

            “Come on,” I said. He gave me his hand allowed me to lead him up the stairs to the bathroom.  Once there, I stripped him one piece at a time. 

            “Get in,” I told him, once I was done.  He followed my orders for once in his life.

            “Are you going to join me?” he asked.  Boy, does he ever know how to catch me off guard.

            I shook my head in response. “Let me pamper you.”

            “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t offer.”

            I smiled then went on about my business of washing him.  It was very exciting work for me.  I knew, definitely, that I had to love this man in every way imaginable because I’d never thought of bathing anyone the way I was bathing him. I missed no spot and gave him full concentration to each and every part of his body, which I found exquisite.  I wasn’t nervous at all, even when I accidently dropped the soap between his legs, and, blushing of course, dipping in to water to fetch it out.

            After thoroughly bathing him, I dried him off, then took him to the room and lotioned him down.

            “Lay down on the bed for me,” I told him.  I then massaged the rest of his body, rubbing away all of the tenseness, smoothing away all worries, and breaking down all the stress knots that life caused him.  It wasn’t until I heard him breathing evening that I stopped.  I blew out all the candles then took off my clothes and lay with him. As he felt my heat, he turned to me and held on.

            We have a long way to go, but hopefully this was a start.