Giselle
I climbed into the warm bath with the oils Leo had prepared for me. I was so raw that I think I had more than enough. No corrections. I didn’t ever want any more. I could hardly sit down, and the water was a worse punishment than what he could dish out. It was a big oval tub in an off-white color, built into one corner of the bathroom. There was no shower. He climbed into the tub behind me as I made a mental note to ask Mist why there was no shower there. Most people prefer a shower. I leaned back against my beautifully sculpted mate’s chest. He started pouring water over me with a sponge, from my neck down over my breasts.
“You realize I can’t sit, right?” I co.cked one eyebrow as he laughed. “It’s not funny!”
“It is my s*x-crazed monster.” He kissed my cheek. “You did ask me f
