the fact that she winced as her still sizzling bottom was abraded even by the soft cloth of their comforter.
He helped her get settled into a comfortable position, then straddled her hips gently, the rampant evidence of his own arousal lying boldly against her stomach as he ignored it and leaned forward to dig his fingers carefully into her shoulders, then down the front of her arms to her hands, treating each finger individually, bending them back then forward together then separately, giving her thumb the same treatment. She had broken several fingers repeatedly while playing football with him when they were young, and he knew that her hands sometimes ached from it.
Nina was on cloud nine, at least as blissed out as she had been agonized only a few minutes before. Dear God, this man was a menace and a wonder. He knew her too well, in so many respects. Nina's eyes filled with tears of pure pleasure and even purer love.
As he moved away a bit, so that he had access to her thighs, Nina lifted her hand to cup his chin, forcing him to look up at her. Tears choking her voice, she whispered huskily, "Thank you, Gain."
And he knew that she wasn't trying to convey her appreciation of the massage.
Chapter Six
If there was one thing that never failed to humble him, never failed to make him feel as if she'd reached out and steel toed kicked him in both the gut and the heart at the same time, it was the fact that after every punishment, no matter the worst or the least, she thanked him. Really, truly, deep down, gut level thanked him. Not facetiously or disingenuously, but with those swollen eyes grabbing his and shaking him with the depth of her love and trust in him.
He didn't know what he'd do without this woman in his life, and he never intended to find out.
He didn't say "you're welcome" back - it would have been entirely gratuitous. Instead he'd smiled softly, saying in a tone that mirrored hers for hoarseness, "Always," then continued to pleasure her in the best ways he knew how.
Gain loved to take his time with her - and he knew that she appreciated that he did. So he approached her low and slow, not hurrying at any time, even when he knew she would have liked him to. Once he'd finished her massage, he started again at the top of her head, just touching her - not quite as gently as she could, with her woman's touch, but as gently as he could he laid hands to every inch of her - from her armpits to the curves of her ankles, and every where in between, especially certain spots that were fairly begging for his attention.
As small as she was, and compared to him she was positively tiny, Nina had been amply blessed with pink tipped, full, firm breasts, which only served to accentuate her small waist. Oh, she would always argue with him that her breasts were too big - an argument she knew she was always going to lose - or that she was too fat, which was ridiculous. She was just about the right weight for someone of her size - and even if she wasn't, he liked a little meat on her bones. As it was he sometimes worried that a stiff wind would blow her away, even though he knew she was eating well.
He liked to heft her breasts in his palm. They' weren't quite big enough to overflow his hand - they would have had to have been grossly outsized for her body to accomplish that - but they were just the right handful, as far as he was concerned. He rubbed the callused sides of his thumbs against nipples that were already rock hard, letting his fingers pinch slightly, then more firmly, twisting just a bit, just enough to make her arch a bit, then moan in a combination of pleasure and pain as her movements caused her raw bottom to slide against the fabric beneath it.
"Mmmmmmmm," Gain sighed, drinking in her reactions like the addict he was, leaning down to capture each tip in turn, suckling and flicking with his mouth and tongue, then grazing each firmly with just the barest edges of his teeth, hearing her squeal again at the sharp
He helped her get settled into a comfortable position, then straddled her hips gently, the rampant evidence of his own arousal lying boldly against her stomach as he ignored it and leaned forward to dig his fingers carefully into her shoulders, then down the front of her arms to her hands, treating each finger individually, bending them back then forward together then separately, giving her thumb the same treatment. She had broken several fingers repeatedly while playing football with him when they were young, and he knew that her hands sometimes ached from it.
Nina was on cloud nine, at least as blissed out as she had been agonized only a few minutes before. Dear God, this man was a menace and a wonder. He knew her too well, in so many respects. Nina's eyes filled with tears of pure pleasure and even purer love.
As he moved away a bit, so that he had access to her thighs, Nina lifted her hand to cup his chin, forcing him to look up at her. Tears choking her voice, she whispered huskily, "Thank you, Gain."
And he knew that she wasn't trying to convey her appreciation of the massage.
Chapter Six
If there was one thing that never failed to humble him, never failed to make him feel as if she'd reached out and steel toed kicked him in both the gut and the heart at the same time, it was the fact that after every punishment, no matter the worst or the least, she thanked him. Really, truly, deep down, gut level thanked him. Not facetiously or disingenuously, but with those swollen eyes grabbing his and shaking him with the depth of her love and trust in him.
He didn't know what he'd do without this woman in his life, and he never intended to find out.
He didn't say "you're welcome" back - it would have been entirely gratuitous. Instead he'd smiled softly, saying in a tone that mirrored hers for hoarseness, "Always," then continued to pleasure her in the best ways he knew how.
Gain loved to take his time with her - and he knew that she appreciated that he did. So he approached her low and slow, not hurrying at any time, even when he knew she would have liked him to. Once he'd finished her massage, he started again at the top of her head, just touching her - not quite as gently as she could, with her woman's touch, but as gently as he could he laid hands to every inch of her - from her armpits to the curves of her ankles, and every where in between, especially certain spots that were fairly begging for his attention.
As small as she was, and compared to him she was positively tiny, Nina had been amply blessed with pink tipped, full, firm breasts, which only served to accentuate her small waist. Oh, she would always argue with him that her breasts were too big - an argument she knew she was always going to lose - or that she was too fat, which was ridiculous. She was just about the right weight for someone of her size - and even if she wasn't, he liked a little meat on her bones. As it was he sometimes worried that a stiff wind would blow her away, even though he knew she was eating well.
He liked to heft her breasts in his palm. They' weren't quite big enough to overflow his hand - they would have had to have been grossly outsized for her body to accomplish that - but they were just the right handful, as far as he was concerned. He rubbed the callused sides of his thumbs against nipples that were already rock hard, letting his fingers pinch slightly, then more firmly, twisting just a bit, just enough to make her arch a bit, then moan in a combination of pleasure and pain as her movements caused her raw bottom to slide against the fabric beneath it.
"Mmmmmmmm," Gain sighed, drinking in her reactions like the addict he was, leaning down to capture each tip in turn, suckling and flicking with his mouth and tongue, then grazing each firmly with just the barest edges of his teeth, hearing her squeal again at the sharp
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