Dirty Little Secrets(75)
“I think stink is a bit of an overstatement, Princess,” I said. Alix responded by dragging her hand through my underarm area and holding it under my nose. It wasn’t quite the level of a Gorgonzola cheese, but it was pretty damn close. “Ugh. How’d that happen? I’ve been laying on my ass for two days.”
“And the day before that, you and I did a pretty good job of working up a decent sweat on my living room floor, remember? Add to that whatever else we’d done, let stew for three days where the hospital was more concerned with your stomach than your armpits, and you need a bath.”
The tub of the room was big and deep, much more than I’d expected from a mid-level hotel. Lifting my arms up over my head was difficult, but Alix helped. When her fingernails scratched over my chest, I felt a jolt of energy course through my body, shooting straight down to my cock. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said, my voice a bit shaky. “It was nice to feel your touch again. There were a few minutes there in your entryway where I wasn’t sure if that’d happen.”
“Can I . . . can I look at it?” she asked, touching the gauze bandage that was taped over the four-inch-long wound. Freshly changed that morning, Alix still hadn’t seen the cut itself.
“Sure. We just have to cover it after the bath,” I said. “That little bag the nurse gave me has some antibiotic ointment and fresh gauze padding. Think you can help me with that?”
“Of course.” Alix knelt down on the bathroom tile, her head nearly on level with my bandage, and carefully started working the tape away from my skin. The time in the hospital was already wasting me away. I’d lost nearly seven pounds from the stress and the tiny amounts of food they’d given me. Still, the tape was barely an hour old, and I hissed slightly as it pulled away. “Did I hurt you, Kade?”
I looked down and stroked my hand through Alix’s beautiful corn silk hair, shaking my head. “No, keep going.”
Alix peeled away the rest of my bandage and winced as she saw the stitches going from just below my nipple line to about a third of the way down my stomach. “It looks worse than it feels,” I said, looking down at the crusted edges.
“Then let’s get you down in the water then,” Alix said, walking on her knees over to the tub and starting the water. She busied herself for a few seconds with checking the water temperature, then turned around. “Okay, now the rest of your clothes.”
I stood still while Alix pulled my shorts and underwear off, surprised when my half erect cock bobbed out. “Well now, hello to you, too. Been a while.”
“And I have a beautiful woman touching me and on her knees in front of me,” I reminded her. “It’s kind of natural that way.”
Alix looked up at me, then in an unexpected move, leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock. “First a bath, and then I’ll be happy to serve you and relieve all your tensions,” she purred, her voice and touch causing my cock to twitch again. “But in the meantime, let me help you get clean.”
I let Alix help me into the bathtub, hissing in pleasure as the warm water tingled over my skin. I sighed as I laid back, stretching out. “Thank you,” I said. Alix stayed next to me, uncurling her legs to sit on the tile. “You’re the perfect woman.”
“Not perfect, but thank you, my Lord,” she said, taking my hand and kissing it. “I’ve worried so much over the past few days.”
“Well, for the next hour at least, let go of the worries. We can handle them together later,” I said, stroking her cheek with my thumb again. “Actually, I had an idea.”
“Oh?” Alix asked, reaching for a washcloth. The hotel used liquid soaps, so she dunked the cloth in the water and squeezed it out before pumping a dollop in. “Tell me about it while I wash you.”
“You don’t need to do that,” I said as she worked up a lather.
“I don’t, but I want to. Unless you say no, please let me.”
Alix’s touch through the warm cloth was magic on my muscles, and I leaned back, sighing in pleasure. “As you wish, Princess.”
She started with my chest, using her hands to cup water over my skin before running the soapy cloth over my tired chest. She carefully avoided my wound, and then went to work on my shoulders and arms. “You had an idea, Kade?”
“I was thinking, after I recover a bit, there’s a very special thing that I want to get.”
“Oh?” she asked, reaching into the water before pulling back. Her shirt was getting soaked, so with little ceremony she pulled her blouse over her head, leaving her upper body bare except for the lacy bra she was wearing. “It’s one from home. What do you think?”