City Of Need

🔥20 ❤️‍🔥 Aftercare

Roxy

Jack makes a tent over my crouched body, his arms tremble as he holds all his weight through his hands. I can feel a warmth between my legs and look down towards the top of my thighs. His seed drips like diamonds, sliding down my thighs. I can barely string two thoughts together. I just feel so... so... what's the word?

Safe.

That's the only word that makes sense right now.

He makes me feel safe. We have boundaries in place now. Six weeks. And after that, we'll both leave. No surprises, no abandonment. We'll both go our own way and remember the fun we had.

My mind is finally at peace, for the first time in I don't know how long. I start to drift. Jack shifts behind me. A soft blanket is draped over me. I float. There is nothing I need to do in this moment. Just be here.

I can hear running water gurgling in the distance and then feel Jack's arms slide around my waist and pull me up from the sofa.

'Come here, Little Doll,' he says as he lifts me to his chest. 'I've run you a bath.'

I lean into him. No energy even to hold my head up. He carries me into the bathroom and lowers me into the bath. Then gets soap and a wash cloth and starts gently cleaning me.

'My beautiful little doll,' he says gently, lifting my arm and running the cloth along it, then doing the same with the other arm. 'You were such a good girl for Daddy.'

My head is leaning back on the bath. My eyes barely open, this had been a long couple of days. Long and emotional. He washes the rest of my body, being particularly gentle between my legs. Then lays a huge soft towel on the bathroom floor and lifts me, laying me flat on it. Taking another towel he dries every inch of me. He seems to be inspecting my body. He rolls me onto my front and I wince as he traces his hand over the bruises still on my ass from the spanking he gave me just a few days ago.

'What are you doing?' I ask.

'I'm checking for marks.'

'Marks?'

'The only mark on you is mine. The bruise is my hand print and the marks I made on you with the crop. They're my marks of devotion. So that you'll remember that you belong to me now and if any other wolves see my marks, they'll know you're owned too.'

'For six weeks,' I say and smile.

'For six weeks,' he says as he smoothes my hair back from my face and looks down at me. 'You're my Little Doll for the foreseeable, and I don't want anyone touching my property.'

Somehow the fact that this is a six week agreement makes me feel ok about his territorial nonsense. And bizarrely, in this moment, I do feel owned by him. I guess knowing the Belong-To-Me game will end well means I am able to play it.

'For the next six weeks I'm going to look after you, keep you safe.' He says kissing along the bruise on my ass. 'Tell me, Roxy, who do you belong to?'

'I belong to you, Daddy,' I murmur.

'Oh, Little Doll. That makes Daddy so happy.'

He curl wraps me up in the big towel and carries me out of the bathroom and into his bed.

'I know you're going to be a Good Girl from now on, but we still have to go to the basement. I owe you a punishment, and you still owe me strikes, Little Doll.' He drops a kiss on my forehead and I close my eyes.

I know I'll be able to talk my way out of the basement punishment. I may be purring like a kitten right now, but I have teeth, and I have claws, and if needed, I have every intention of using them on Jack  Ramona.

Just as soon as my strength returns...

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