Master turned Soft

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Julian's pov-

"No. I hurt. Stop" Kendall swatted my hands away.

"My mom is leaving. We have to wash the pen off of you." I kissed her cheek softly.

She maxed out after 23 orgasms. The last one brought her to tears. She was physically exhausted.

"Princess, you gotta get up just for a minute."

"I can't. Please." She begged to stay in bed.

I went to the closet and grabbed one of my hoodies and a pair of sweats and changed into them.

"I'll tell her you feel unwell." I smoothed her hair out of her face. "I'm sorry I went so rough last night."

"Shh" she grabbed my hand and squeezed it before going limp again.

I covered her back up and headed downstairs.

"She's not feeling the best this morning." I told my mom who had her bags by the door.

"That's okay. Have her call me." She smiled. "It was good seeing you, honey."

"You too mom."

"I probably won't see you until the wedding. I'll call."

"Drive safe. Let me know when you make it home." I kissed her cheek.

"I will. I'll tell your father you said hi."

"Don't"

She laughed and grabbed her two bags, waving as she left.

I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and a hand towel before heading back upstairs.

"This will help your soreness. It's cold." I said to Kendall before lifting the blanket and spreading her legs.

She whined a little but did nothing else as I fixed the blanket again.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me. Your phone is on your table. I'll leave the door open in case you yell." I kissed her head.

"I hurt"

"I know baby. Im sorry. When you're ready to get up, we can take a hot shower. It'll help."

"My hips."

"I think I bruised you. Im sorry baby."

"It's okay, sir."

I smiled and kissed her head again before going back downstairs.

I used this time to get the flight to and from Colorado booked. I emailed my Pilot with the dates I wanted to go.

I then called a cleaning service and hired someone to stock the fridge the morning we arrive.

"Julian" I heard a soft yell.

I immediately set my phone down and took the stairs two at a time to get to her.

"Julian"

"I'm right here baby." I sat on the edge of the bed next to her, "Are you ready to get up?"

"I can't." She frowned.

"I'll help you. Let me get the shower going."

I made my way to the bathroom and started the shower. I put two towels in the warmer and made sure I had a fresh rag to wash the pen off of her. I then went to the closet and grabbed her some comfy clothes.

"I'll be right back." I ran downstairs and threw them in the dryer so they'd be warm for her when we got out.

When I got back to her bedside, the ice pack was laying on the floor and her naked body was exposed.

"Ready?" Her hips had small bruises from where my fingers dug in. Her ass was a nice shade of pink. Her body was littered with hickeys. Everywhere.

She nodded.

I lifted her up carefully and carried her to the bathroom.
"Get in while I undress."

I placed her on her feet in front of the shower, but held her hand as her shaky legs stepped over the side.

I quickly discarded my clothes onto the counter and got in. She closed her eyes as she stood directly under the water. I flipped on the second shower head so I wouldn't freeze the death.

I grabbed a rag and her soap, lathering it up.
"Give me your arm, baby."

She opened her eyes and held out her arm. I scrubbed her skin, trying to not hurt her much as I washed the pen marks off of her.

She locked eyes with mine as I scrubbed her neck.

"Don't look at me like that, pet." I chuckled before looking back at her neck.

"Like what?"

"Like you worship me."

She shouldn't. I was barely good. Barely enough. I could do more. She wouldn't have been so hurt today had I not been so rough. She wouldn't have needed to lose control had I been more involved in wedding planning.

"I do." She stopped my hand from washing her.

"Don't."

"Why?"

"I should be worshipping you. I should be more involved in the wedding stuff."

She grabbed my face, "Don't do that. Julian, you're the best thing that has happened to me in years. When I see you for the first time in hours, I feel like I can breathe. Everything feels better when you hold me. The worries. The stress. They're all gone when I'm with you."

"You're hurt." She laughed, which made me look at her. "Kendall, I'm being serious."

"I know. I'm sorry" she laughed again, "Julian... I'm hurt because we had really really good sex. Not because you intentionally hurt me. And I'm barely sore now. Don't feel so guilty. You're a good man. A good Dom. You're good to me. So good."

She caressed my cheek and smiled.

"Let me get the rest of this pen off of you."

"You'll have to scrub harder than you have been." She laughed and looked at her arm which was still slightly stained. "You won't hurt me."

"I already did."

"You're right. I should just leave now." She joked with a sigh, "how dare you fuck me so good."

She reached for the shower door and I grabbed her wrist.
"Stop it." I pulled her closer.

"You stop it." She wrapped her arms around my neck and stood on her tiptoes for a kiss. "Kiss me, daddy"

God. This woman has me so tightly wrapped around her finger.

I pecked her lips. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer again, kissing me.

"Can I finish what I was doing now?" I asked as she pulled away.

"Yes, sir"