She's a stripper trying to make it in the fashion world...will she have enough creditably behind her name to actually make a name? All while trying to remain independent, and be a submissive to an overprotective, high maintenance dominant? Find out...
We get into the bathtub and Thomas immediately begins to rub my skin, he lays my head on his chest and I fall into a light sleep.
"Are you okay?" "I feel...perfect"
And that was the truth, we've had trials and tribulations. But I was grateful to do things with a purpose. Happy to live in the moment and be happy.
We finish with our bath and we sit in our towels talking for hours. About everything, about Symone, Micah, ourselves. What we expect from each other. Our expectations for ourselves. It was obvious we clashed a lot. Our personalities are big. But we have love for each other through all of that.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask him. He looks peaceful but worried at the same time.
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"I'm just thinking is all." "Can I hear your thoughts?" He opens one eye with a slight smile. After I ask him.
"I was just thinking about how you've shaken my world, granted I've only ever had dom/sub relationships but they've never been like the one we have." "How so?" I ask cocking my eyebrows.
"Well for starters I've never told anyone I love them besides my mother and father, let alone my submissive. Also, I don't let them stay with me. I've never brought anyone to my house. I find myself wanting to be better for you."
I smile like a kid about to get ice cream, or getting their first car for their 16th birthday.
"I realized how much I cared for you when I thought I'd lost you. I don't want to lose you. Ever. That's the truth."
He gets up from the window seal and his towel drops. He climbs into bed with me and removes my towel as well.
"Thomas...I'm sore." "I don't want to have sex Alesa, I just want to be next to you in the closet way possible."
I knew he probably only said that because of my soreness. He was poking me in the back. He definitely wanted to have sex.
"Go to sleep." He says kissing my neck. I doze off into my slumber.
The next morning Thomas and I wake up and take a shower together. He let me touch him, wash his body. He let me lotion him. This was the purest form of intimacy for me. Physical touch, love shinning through with actions and not just words.
We get out and lotion one another, and make our way downstairs.
"I want you to meet my family Alesa."
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