Page 25 of Dax: Gratefully Bonded (Rogue Bonds #2)
Dax
I cooked a relatively simple meal for my master, since I expected he would want to go to bed soon. I cleaned up the kitchen, then eyed the slowly gathering mess in the house. The living room could really do with a vacuum, and there were dirty socks on the sofa, where my master had abandoned them, along with his jacket and his comm, which he’d unstrapped from his wrist. There was a mug on the coffee table and a cable had been left out on the dining table, from something or other being plugged in to charge. I hadn’t had any time at all today to do any housework…
A moment later, I dismissed my own concerns. My master had given no indication that he was angry about the small mess, and we’d spent the day doing far more important things than vacuuming the rug.
I wondered whether he was going to let me sleep in his bed again. He’d seemed to like it last night, and I’d woken with his arms around me, his nose pressed into the back of my hair. I had enjoyed that.
Was that a strange thing to say? Dimari were trained to serve. I existed to please my master. I shouldn’t be thinking about whether or not I enjoyed the things he wanted me to do.
But after a year of feeling miserable, and watching him be miserable, I couldn’t help but notice the vast improvements now – both in his level of satisfaction, and my own. So was my own happiness still just a reflection of his? Did I enjoy snuggling with him because he enjoyed it, or because I liked it for my own reasons? How was I supposed to tell the difference?
Without warning, my master stood up from his seat at the table. He’d stayed there after dinner to poke at the puzzle a bit, but he didn’t seem terribly interested in it at the moment. “I’d going to go take a shower,” he announced, stretching his arms above his head. “I’m covered in tree pollen and bits of swamp grass.”
That much was true for both of us. Being outside in the park all afternoon, we’d picked up plenty of small souvenirs in the shape of leaves, twigs and splatterings of mud. I glanced down at myself, knowing I’d need to take a shower after him…
But then I paused. “Would you like me to join you?” I blurted out, before I could think better of it. It was an absolutely scandalous suggestion – not because there was anything untoward about taking a shower with my master, but rather because it was not a dimari’s place to be making that sort of insinuation. My master had put his mouth on my cock exactly once in a whole year. I should not be using that to jump to conclusions about him wanting my naked body in the shower-
“Yeah,” my master said, breaking me out of my rambling thoughts. “That would be… Yeah. Let’s do that.” He stood and stared at me for a moment, before walking stiffly down the hall towards the bathroom. Was the stiffness because he’d overexerted his leg today, or because he was apprehensive about my suggestion?
I had overstepped my bounds, and my own discomfort with the result was reprimand enough to make me think twice before doing that again. He had agreed to my idea, but had not given me any actual order about it. That, combined with his apparent reluctance, made me drag my feet as I headed for the bathroom.
By the time I got there, he was already naked and in the shower, his clothes abandoned in a pile in the corner. He heard me coming and turned to face me, the door to the little cubicle still hanging open. The warm water was sluicing down over his large body, and unable to help myself, I looked down, seeing his cock hanging flaccid between his legs. Had I expected anything else? He had already told me that he had difficulty with sexual activity.
I swallowed my disappointment, reminding myself why making these kinds of arrogant suggestions was a terrible idea, then stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower with him. He expected me to join him now, so it was too late to back out. I closed the door carefully behind me, then despite my apprehension, I sighed as the warm water washed over my tired body. I hadn’t done this much physical activity in one day since before I’d met my master. It felt good, to have that tender ache in my legs, but it was also a reminder that I needed to do more exercise on a regular basis.
“Here, turn around,” my master said, squirting shower gel onto a washcloth. “Let me wash your back.”
I turned around, then closed my eyes in pleasure as my master washed me, not just my back, but my ass, my thighs, then he turned me around to wash the front side of me as well. He squirted a dollop of shampoo into my hair and rubbed it to create a lather, smiling down at me all the while, his eyes shining with a combination of gentle affection and amusement.
And this was nice, I decided, feeling my own smile growing. Whether or not it went any further, it was delightful to be able to touch my master, and to have him touch me. I ducked my head under the water, rinsing the shampoo away, then reached for the second wash cloth, intending to wash my master. That, at least, was a normal activity for a dimari. I’d been trained in the nuances of bathing my master, prepared for them to be one of a dozen different species, each with their own preferences and particularities.
As I squirted shower gel onto the cloth, I was aware that I was hard, and I could only assume that my master had noticed, though he didn’t say anything to bring attention to the fact. After a year of not being touched at all, I supposed I was going to be a little over-eager for a while. I would just have to remember that my master controlled my pleasure, and I was still required to obey him when we-
“Oh fuck!” I blurted out, as his large hand suddenly and firmly grasped my cock. I grabbed onto his shoulders to steady myself as I nearly lost my balance, purely from the surprise of it. The wash cloth in my hand plopped onto the floor. But my master didn’t seem inclined to give me the chance to pick it up.
Instead, he backed me up against the tiled wall, stroking me firmly, his hand lubricated by the lingering suds of the shower gel. He leaned in and mouthed my neck, running his tongue along my pulse point. “Do you like that?” he asked, his voice a husky purr, and before I knew it, I found that I’d lifted one leg, hooking my thigh over his hip.
My master seemed to be enjoying it, regardless of the fact that he wasn’t hard, so I said, “Yes, sir,” the words coming out on a moan. His hand changed its rhythm, and then he was moving slower, but his grip was tighter, and I let my head fall back against the tiles. My skin was tingling, my balls tightening, and I couldn’t help but rock my hips into his hand. But I wasn’t allowed to come until he-
“You’re allowed to come whenever you’re ready,” he said, his hand keeping up with its slow, steady pace.
“Uggnn,” I moaned, by way of acknowledgement, clinging to his shoulders and hoping that the one leg I was standing on wasn’t going to give out. Oh, stars above, this felt wonderful! And part of the pleasure was how sudden it had been, how unexpected. Yes, I’d been hoping for something like this, when I’d made my daring suggestion, but hoping for it and expecting it to happen were two very different things.
“You did so well today,” my master murmured into my ear. “Helping me get to the base. Making sure Luca didn’t make me panic. Organising all the tents and making sure people listened to instructions. I’m so very proud of you, Dax. You’re such a very, very good dimari…”
“Mmmm… Ahhh! Oh, Master, I… Ahhh!” My climax splattered over his hand, my breath panting into his ear as he pressed himself close against me. I clung to him as I rode out the waves of pleasure, finally sagging against the wall as he lowered my leg to the ground and released my cock.
He pressed a kiss to my temple, then looked down at me with a thoroughly satisfied expression. “Feel better?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, an automatic agreement with what I assumed was the correct answer. I was too light-headed to really know what I was feeling, but it was wonderful, whatever it was.
He bent and retrieved the wash cloth I’d dropped, then squirted a bit more shower gel onto it and handed it to me. “Think you can manage to wash my back, or should I give you a bit longer to recover?”
I was instantly fully alert, eager to serve my master in whatever way he desired. “Yes, sir,” I said, grinning as I took the cloth. “I would be delighted.”