Her Male Model (Femdom)

Aftercare❤️

Kat's POV

Coal comes one last time and then collapses onto the bed. His voice is practically gone from crying and screaming, so all he can do is whimper softly against the pillow as the last waves of pleasure run through him.

God he's so sexy.

The canister is still deep in his ass, and I pull it out slowly, watching as his hole pulses. That was his fourth time coming in the span of about ten minutes, and he is deliciously sensitive. Even a light hand on his body is enough to send him into a fit of shivers. I revel in the way he reacts to my touch. He leans into it with a tired, needy look on his face.

Coal is...well he's a wreck. His back is red and covered in welts, and his ass? Well, Let's just say sitting may cause him some difficulty for the next few weeks. I sink into the thought. Every time he sits, the sting will remind him of me. Every time he bends over, he will feel the welts on his back and see my face in his mind.

I raise an eyebrow at myself. I feel damn near territorial of Coal at the moment. I marked him as my own in every way: the collar, the bruises, his no longer virgin ass. He is mine.

And in a way, I am his.

I notice the tears streaming down Coals face, and pull him into my lap immediately. He is quite heavy, but I manage to guide him to me, pulling his head to rest against my chest.

"Shhhhh. You did so good." I whisper, stroking his silky hair, and wiping the tears away.

This is what really seems to get him. I know he liked the whipping and even the way I fucked his ass just now. But above all, Coal seems to have an abnormally strong reaction to praise. If I didn't know better, I would think the man had never received a compliment. Of course I do know better. With a face and body like his, he must be ogled every day.

Coal leans further into my chest, wrapping his massive arms around me. I smile.

"Get up for me." I whisper, pulling him off the bed. He follows, but I can tell hes barely hanging on. He winces as he walks, and his steps are slow and unsure. He's going to need to sleep for hours to recharge. But not yet.

I pull him into the bathroom, and when I reach the bathtub, I run the water.

Coal doesn't seem to actually understand what's happening around him. He looks dazed. Even so, he stays right next to me: close enough that our shoulders are touching.

I fill up the bath, checking the temperature of the water before guiding him in.

My bathtub is big enough to fit three people, but I keep Coal next to the edge, right by my side. He sinks into the water and closes his eyes.

I have no idea why I am doing this.

I know I am not a particularly caring dom-in fact, that is the reason half of my previous subs left. They said they didn't feel like I cared about them: That I didn't give enough aftercare.

I can acknowledge my flaws. I am a naturally cold and sadistic. I am a narcissist and can't express vulnerability to save my life.  At times I wish that I was different. I wish that I knew how to care for subs the way they need me to. However, I never really had a good role model for 'caring'. I never knew my mother and my father is a strict, egotistical man who doesn't know how to give a compliment. The most affection I ever got from him was a nod of approval when I became CEO. He is a good father, but I was raised to never show emotion, and my personality reflects that.

I grab a bottle of shampoo and begin to wash Coals hair. He leans into the touch and so do I. I suspect this is new for both of us.

Why does Coal bring out this side of me? Why do I feel the need to hold him and make sure he's ok? Why did I allow him to sleep on my lap last night? It occurs to me then that I am changing just as Coal is. Not nearly as dramatically, but it is change just the same.