Heart of River {BDSM / 18+}

20

Casey had given me one more orgasm before the food had arrived and my body had swayed when I sat up to eat. But he kept his promise and indeed made me pay for my disobedience. More than 3 more times.

I had woken up this morning with a store abdomen and wobbly legs. I wasn't a stranger to being used, but I wasn't used to it being from too many orgasms. Usually they fucked me until satisfied and I couldn't sit for a few days.

But it led me to here, soaking in my luxurious tub with epsom salts and bubbles as a balm for my poor muscles. I slip down to where only from my nose up poked out of the water, eyes closed in bliss.

And then a knock came from my bedroom door. I didn't have time to react before Casey was walking through to the bathroom. He smiled when he saw me hunkered down in the steaming water.

"Well, looks like you're enjoying yourself." He kisses me on the head before sitting in the edge of the tub.

I sit up and wipe my mouth. "Yeah, the water feels good."

"And how do you feel?" He looks mildly concerned, but I didn't want him worrying about me.

"I'm okay, how're you feeling? Am I.. did-?" I couldn't find the right words or thoughts to finish my sentence.

"I'm okay, and you were perfect." He swirls his finger in the bubbles. He seemed genuine but something else was occupying his mind.

"Do you mind if I ask you some questions?" I lean back and he looks up at me.

"About what?"

"About being trans." I said it softly, because I felt if I said it too loudly then it would seem like an attack.

He goes back to swirling the water for a moment.

"Why don't you finish up your bath and I'll answer whatever questions you have." He gets up without looking at me again and I close my eyes with a sigh. I hear my bed creek so I know he hasn't gone far.

I drained the tub and rinse the soap residue from my skin. I dry off quickly and debated whether I should wrap it around myself.

He's already seen everything he could see so I drop it into the hamper instead. His eyes roam my body as I cross my room to grab a set of clothes.

"Dare I say the most cliche line?" I joke, slipping my leg through my pants. He cracks a smile and I wink at him.

"I would love a picture of you when you're laid out and spent." He speaks the last words on my lips as I lean over him to kiss him.

"Hot." I nip his lip and pull my shirt over my head. I pull him further onto the bed and lay down.

"What questions do you have?"

I could see the anxiety bubbling in him, his fingers fidgeting with my comforter. I hold his hand and he looks at me. Waiting.

"Well, uh, how long ago did you have your surgeries?"

"Top, more than five years ago now. Bottom, about five months ago."

He looks confused at my confusion and I have to think for a moment. That seemed like an awful long time ago for him to still not be able to have sex.

"I thought it only took three months to heal?" He looks away, up, down, anywhere that wasn't my face.

"Technically, yeah." He seemed embarrassed so I kept silent. Finally he huffed and sat up. "I'm fully healed and I can have sex, I just didn't want to have sex with you because I didn't want to get attached before you decided."