His by Carolyn Faulkner (recommended reading txt) 📕

They rounded the corner of the stable, to an area that had been converted into a tack room. And there, in the corner of the small room, was a basket, in which resided two babies, one of the canine persuasion and one of the feline, both festooned with big red ribbons that were bigger than they were.

Raina was totally lost. She'd wanted animals and he hadn't, and she'd never pushed him about it at all. She'd lost her cat several years before they'd gotten together, and had always wanted to find another friend, and now she had two.

"Oh, they're gorgeous!"

She actually cried over them, and he wondered if he'd done the wrong thing, but she explained good tears versus bad to him. He was still left wondering if she was a little fragile from being sick, even though that was a while ago.

She was also surprised that he was going to let them into his relatively pristine house, but he seemed to enjoy them as much as she did. Raina was glad that he'd gotten them together, so that as they grew up, they could be buddies.

That weekend was one of the best in Raina's life. He'd waited on her hand and foot, up to a point, of course. He would never quite be able to pull of subservient, and she didn't really want him to, anyway. He'd cooked most of her meals himself, and they were even edible. She could eat chocolate at midnight, and had no bedtime the entire weekend, so they stayed up and watched DVDs, and even went out to a drive in at one point.

He had the chef at one of her favorite restaurants come to make dinner for her - a beef bourguignon that was absolutely amazing - then happily, it seemed, helped her begin to potty train the puppy and establish a litter box for the kitten in a guest bathroom.

And that Sunday night, before midnight came and he turned into a pumpkin, he worshipped her in the best way he knew how, but in a way he rarely did - with no leather, no bonds, no humiliation and absolutely no pain.

He bathed her himself, in the huge sunken tub in their cavernous master bathroom. He'd surrounded it with jasmine scented candles, and stripped down to his underwear, dragging the softest washcloth he could buy over every single inch of her body, and even tenderly washing her hair, then wrapping her up in a huge fluffy towel and carrying her into their bedroom, where he dried her thoroughly and toweled dry her hair as much as he could. She let him spread her out on their bed in a very different way from how he usually did it, fanning her hair out behind her so that it would dry, if slowly, then letting him massage her until she was just a puddle of ooze on the comforter.

And then he put his mind - and everything else he had, and all his intimate knowledge of her - to the wonderful task of pleasuring her. He kissed and licked and sucked every bit of flesh he could get to, and then settled down for the feast of a lifetime as he stretched out with his face between her legs, and half of himself hanging uncomfortably off the bed. Even so, he wouldn't have traded places with any man in the world. He was doing exactly what he wanted to do, for the only person in the world he wanted to do it to.

When she finally let go - for one of the few times not on his command - he drank in her anguished cries of pleasure, and let them wash over him. They were as precious to him as any he would ever drive her to.

He slipped up between her legs, gently sinking into her, rocking slowly side to side to get her to accommodate his girth, loving the way her body welcomed him, and didn't want to let him go. He had pleasured her each night, and whenever she'd requested it throughout the entire weekend, but he'd denied himself the whole time, keeping himself almost unbearably hard all weekend in order to be at her service whenever she might want him.

But this time, he let himself go, let himself take her with the gentleness and finesse she didn't see from him that often, loving her slowly, and holding her tight in his arms as they both rocketed to ecstasy.

As Raina was falling asleep in his arms a few moments later, she had a revelation.

She'd found that rarest of jewels: Nirvana on Earth.

Her Paradise was being his.

The End

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