And Still | Rhea Ripley | Possessive and Smutty

Part 30 - Forget It

I wasn't sure if I heard correctly.

Rhea wanted me to show her more? And specifically aftercare? AND she said please.

"Aftercare?" I repeated softly, blinking away any post orgasm cloud from my head. "Aftercare?" I repeated again, this time feeling the behind for any bumpy lashes or marks.

Rhea saw me feel around my body, and suck in air when I felt over the places she whipped me. "Please." She said again, grabbing my arm to go pull me under the stream of water. She stopped me just before it. "This is going to sting at first." She warned me.

I tensed and prepared as best as I could as I stood beneath the falling hot water. As it ran down my back, the water was like alcohol on a wound, burning. And when it went between my thighs. "Ow." I whispered and moved out of the stream.

Rhea smiled faintly, that dominant side in her flickering in her eyes. "Did you just forget what I did to you? This can't be that painful. The hot water is a treat, Flo." She said.

"Treat my ass." I shocked myself with my language and how quickly I said it. Why was I being so back chatty lately?

Rhea quirked her head at me, squinting as if daring me to say it again. "You're developing such a filthy mouth, Flo. I don't know if I'm the best influence."

I shook my head and giggled. Slowly standing back under the water, I ran my hands through my hair to wet it. After some time, the stinging on my skin turned to relief, and I was really enjoying the shower.

I opened my eyes after a while of joy, and found Rhea just staring at me. Watching me. "Are you alright?" I asked.

"Fine." She said simply. "I'm waiting for you to show me."

Oh, she wanted to know about aftercare.

I shrugged. "This is aftercare, Rhea. You already know what to do."

Rhea rolled her eyes. "This can't be enough for what I just did to you in there."

I thought about it. "Do you have anything for my marks? To help them?"

Rhea nodded. "Yes. I'll help with that when we get out."

"Thanks." I said sweetly, bouncing up on my toes to kiss her on the cheek. "Your kind." I reminded her.

Rhea rolled her eyes in a playful way. "I hate when you do that."

"Do what?" I asked curiously. "Kiss you?"

"Quickly like that, yes." Rhea said.

I crossed my arms in disbelief. Then I straightened up, innocent smile on my cheeks. "You know, kissing is great aftercare."

Rhea walked a bit closer to me, grabbing my waist. "Oh, is it?" She lent down to my lips, ready to attack them like she usually does

I pulled away the last second. "But softly. Gently. Lovingl-" I stopped myself. "Warmly and with passion, Rhea."

"I have passion." She said offended.

"I know. But, not I want to rip your clothes off passion."

Rhea rolled her eyes. "That's hard because I want to do that all the time."

I laughed. She was being so open and so vulnerable with me. So chatty and joking. She was really trying. For me. I really appreciated that.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked, knowing I was going to ask anyway no matter what.

"Do I have a choice..." Rhea complained.

I shook my head and chuckled. "How did you find out that you're into this sort of stuff?"