okay."
She cried even louder, and clung to him, which was very unlike Nina, who was not naturally a clingy woman.
He thought that perhaps she just needed to cry it out a little, and gave her some time before interrupting her wailing sobs again. "What is it, honey? You can tell me. I love you!"
Eventually, her cries did die down, and she accepted another tissue from him, sitting up on his chest a little and looking down at him hesitantly, with her lower lip between her teeth. "I really didn't see him doing anything wrong before he came onto me today, Gain. I didn't try to lead him on or put up with anything I shouldn't have just to keep my job."
So that's what it was. Gain pulled her to him, holding her tight against him and rocking just a little. "Oh, Nina, I'm sorry I said that. I was just crazy jealous at the thought that that man had had his hands on you."
"I'm s-so s-sorry that you had to see that. I-I promise you I di-didn't see it coming - "
Gain framed her face with his big hands, pressing his lips to the end of her nose, then, fleetingly, to her lips. "Honey, let it go. It's done. It's done."
He held her, locked tight in his arms, until she'd calmed down, and the tears ended.
Then he made love to her, pouring his heart into every movement, letting down every wall he showed to the public, every false face he was forced to wear while dealing with customers and even friends. With Nina, he was truly himself, and he loved her endlessly, and was determined to convey that to her, although he knew she was still suffering with the aftereffects off the spanking he'd just given her.
In consideration of that fact, and her ravaged bottom, he rolled her onto her tummy and began to massage her, starting with her shoulders that were always so tense he didn't know how she stood it. He had gotten pretty good at this over the years, and was always very careful to temper his strength as he did it, digging his fingers gently but firmly into those taut muscles.
He'd never gotten over the smooth ivory line of her back, though. Her skin was as soft as a baby's bottom, and fairly white since she burned instead of tanning, and he had never and would never let her use a tanning booth. When she sat on the end of their bed as she began dressing for the day, it was like watching a classical nude painting come to life. She was perfection in his eyes, and his were the only ones that mattered.
He spent a little more time outside than she did, so there was a distinct contrast between his brown hands as they rubbed against her skin that only played up the physical differences between them. She was so small beneath his touch that he often felt like somewhat of an ogre in comparison, especially when he had to punish her. It didn't seem right, somehow, that someone who was as big as he was could inflict such pain on someone who was so much smaller than he was.
But it worked for them.
That was one reason he was able to continue to do for her what he did. If he ended up just mindlessly having to wale on her night and day - if the discipline didn't work for one reason or another and she was constantly having to be spanked for the same thing over and over - then they would have found a different way of handling things.
But even this early in their relationship, it was simply the natural order of things between them, as was this. He would never get his fill of her. He couldn't imagine a time - even when he was ninety five and feeble - that he wouldn't come to life with wanting her whenever she walked into a room.
Gain loved it that her groans were now of pure pleasure as he moved slowly down her back - completely avoiding the area that he knew was still throbbing - then down her calves to her feet, which had her practically singing in pleasure, and he hadn't made one sexual move towards her. Yet.
When he had thoroughly rubbed and massaged and lotioned her feet, he moved to the backs of her arms, then gently helped her roll onto her back - hating
She cried even louder, and clung to him, which was very unlike Nina, who was not naturally a clingy woman.
He thought that perhaps she just needed to cry it out a little, and gave her some time before interrupting her wailing sobs again. "What is it, honey? You can tell me. I love you!"
Eventually, her cries did die down, and she accepted another tissue from him, sitting up on his chest a little and looking down at him hesitantly, with her lower lip between her teeth. "I really didn't see him doing anything wrong before he came onto me today, Gain. I didn't try to lead him on or put up with anything I shouldn't have just to keep my job."
So that's what it was. Gain pulled her to him, holding her tight against him and rocking just a little. "Oh, Nina, I'm sorry I said that. I was just crazy jealous at the thought that that man had had his hands on you."
"I'm s-so s-sorry that you had to see that. I-I promise you I di-didn't see it coming - "
Gain framed her face with his big hands, pressing his lips to the end of her nose, then, fleetingly, to her lips. "Honey, let it go. It's done. It's done."
He held her, locked tight in his arms, until she'd calmed down, and the tears ended.
Then he made love to her, pouring his heart into every movement, letting down every wall he showed to the public, every false face he was forced to wear while dealing with customers and even friends. With Nina, he was truly himself, and he loved her endlessly, and was determined to convey that to her, although he knew she was still suffering with the aftereffects off the spanking he'd just given her.
In consideration of that fact, and her ravaged bottom, he rolled her onto her tummy and began to massage her, starting with her shoulders that were always so tense he didn't know how she stood it. He had gotten pretty good at this over the years, and was always very careful to temper his strength as he did it, digging his fingers gently but firmly into those taut muscles.
He'd never gotten over the smooth ivory line of her back, though. Her skin was as soft as a baby's bottom, and fairly white since she burned instead of tanning, and he had never and would never let her use a tanning booth. When she sat on the end of their bed as she began dressing for the day, it was like watching a classical nude painting come to life. She was perfection in his eyes, and his were the only ones that mattered.
He spent a little more time outside than she did, so there was a distinct contrast between his brown hands as they rubbed against her skin that only played up the physical differences between them. She was so small beneath his touch that he often felt like somewhat of an ogre in comparison, especially when he had to punish her. It didn't seem right, somehow, that someone who was as big as he was could inflict such pain on someone who was so much smaller than he was.
But it worked for them.
That was one reason he was able to continue to do for her what he did. If he ended up just mindlessly having to wale on her night and day - if the discipline didn't work for one reason or another and she was constantly having to be spanked for the same thing over and over - then they would have found a different way of handling things.
But even this early in their relationship, it was simply the natural order of things between them, as was this. He would never get his fill of her. He couldn't imagine a time - even when he was ninety five and feeble - that he wouldn't come to life with wanting her whenever she walked into a room.
Gain loved it that her groans were now of pure pleasure as he moved slowly down her back - completely avoiding the area that he knew was still throbbing - then down her calves to her feet, which had her practically singing in pleasure, and he hadn't made one sexual move towards her. Yet.
When he had thoroughly rubbed and massaged and lotioned her feet, he moved to the backs of her arms, then gently helped her roll onto her back - hating
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