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She sloughs off the latex catsuit and strides into the master bath, shutting the door behind her. Face red and drenched in sweat, her hair a disheveled mess, she is nevertheless beaming as she turns the handle in the shower and lets the water heat up.
Of course, he would almost assuredly volunteer, nay beg, for the privilege of licking up every single droplet of perspiration off her body; but as enjoyable as a tongue bath might be they don't really leave her skin feeling that much cleaner.
And besides, she muses, her hand slipping unthinkingly to gently rub her bottom, his poor tongue is almost certainly tired and swollen from a long night's usage already.
She grins broadly and steps into the steaming spray. She takes her time, luxuriating as the hot water pounds against her body, melting away the last dregs of tension that even multiple climaxes could not dissolve. By the time she is done, her eyelids droop heavily and her thoughts are consumed chiefly with her big warm bed.
But instead of simply stumbling back into the room and flopping naked onto the bedspread, she takes a oversized, fluffy bathrobe and pulls it around her body.
Emerging from the bathroom amidst a swirling cloud of fog, she looks around the bedroom and nods approvingly. Her catsuit is gone. The whips and clamps are back hanging in their special closet and the insertables are off in the guest bath being thoroughly cleansed. Even the bed is made, if a bit hastily. But more important than any of that, the first whiff of coffee kisses her nose.
Their first night together, she simply went from the shower to the kitchen and made a pot of decaff herself. After all, he had so much else to attend to. Their second night, she stepped out into the bedroom and was met by the smell of it already percolating. She had never even asked him too, and never had to since.
Some nights, if the toys are few and her outfit simple to put away, he is able to gage by the sound of her shower ending and dash to the kitchen to fix her cup as well.
But not that night.
Still, she cannot stop smiling as she fills her favorite mug (washed out and placed right beside the machine) and sighs contentedly as she blows on it before taking a sip.
She leaves the kitchen and slinks into the living room, sinking into sofa. She takes another sip and allows her head to flop back, eyes closed, chest rising and falling gently as she breaths.
She hears his bare feet padding against the hardwood and rouses herself. He hovers at her side, still awkward and anxious after all this time. His nipples are still a bright cherry red and the smears of pre-cum have been flushed from his chastity device, it's clear plastic wiped to a shine.
She looks up at him, her smile making his knees wobble. His large puppy-dog eyes stare back with naked adoration.
She pats her lap. He sits down heavily beside her, limbs leaden. Slowly, he leans over, long legs folding up. He curls up on his side, his head in her lap, and sighs softly.
"I Tivo'd you program," she says, teasing his hair with her fingers.
"Thank you, My Lady."
She smiles, tracing the shell of his ear with her fingernail.
"Thank you, baby," she says and reaches for the remote.
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