My Boyfriend and The Doctor

Getting Ready

I stand up and Sam grabs my hand, leading me towards the bathroom. He lets go to turn the shower on and the room starts to get a bit warm, which I'm thankful for. It was so warm in bed and I didn't have time to adjust to the cold. I cross my arms across my chest, feeling exposed after the events of this morning. I watch as Sam begins to take off his pajamas too. I can't help but eyeing his body, he's such a cutie. 

"Whatcha doing babygirl?" he says, walking over to me. He grabs my arms and forces them down to my sides.

"Hey!" I say with a smile. "I'm cold!" 

"I don't care. You're mine and I get to see what I want." He puts on his serious face and leans in closer. "And we're not covering up today. All day. If I see you doing it again, I'll have to do something you won't like to help you remember. Understood?" I look down at the floor. I really like it when he's like this, but it's a lot all at once, and I feel like I just woke up. 

"Yes, I understand" I say with a sarcastic tone.  Sam quickly and grabs my face and points it towards his. 

"Yes, what?" 

"Oh, yes sir. Sorry sir." God I'm so horny right now. 

Sam lets me go and steps into the shower. "Come on." he gestures.

"Oh, together? Why? I mean, okay!" I love showering together, but I usually shower at night so I don't get to. I give a smile and step in, letting him close the curtain behind me. 

Sam turns around and I cross my arms over my chest, getting used to the temperature of the water. He turns around towards me and gives me a kiss while pushing my arms down to my sides. He gives me a knowing look, then reaches behind me to grab our loofas. We both start getting soapy, and he cant help but "assist me" in making sure my tits, tummy, and ass are clean. 

After our shower, he hands me my towel and we joke around while getting dry. After he's done, he hangs his towel back up and walks towards the bedroom. "Go ahead and brush your teeth and finish getting ready in here. Leave the towel and I'll tell you when I'm ready for you." 

"Yes sir," I say with a smile. Giving him a smack on the ass as he walks out. That was a little risky. I do as told, brushing my teeth and throwing my hair into a ponytail with a pink scrunchie. The whole time, I hear him digging around in the bedroom a bit, and I can't help to think of what he's doing. 

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"Okay babygirl, I'm ready for ya." I hang my towel back up and cross my arms over my chest as I walk into the room. He has dressed himself, as well as laid out some clothes for me on the bed. He picked out a matching bra and panty set that I literally never wear. But I do feel cute in it, so I'm not opposed. He also has out one of his favorite shirts of mine, and some tight black leggings to go with it. I walk over towards him and smile. "Okay, ready to -" he stops. His smile turns to a frown as he grabs my wrists and forces them down to my sides. "Jess, what did I tell you?" 

"Oh! Sorry sir. I forgot, I was just cold from the shower." 

"Not an excuse." I see his eyes scan around the room. "Go stand in the door frame in position two and hold on to the top. You're not to let go unless I tell you." 

"Yes sir." I say sadly. I didn't mean to mess up. I walk over in between the door frame with my legs spread wide and arms in the air, grabbing the top of the door. Sam finishes straightening out the clothes he is laying out for me, then finds other things to make himself busy in the bedroom. All I can do is stand and watch as he folds a bit of laundry, feeling super exposed. After a few minutes he finally looks at me and comes over. He pinches one of my nipples and I squirm.