Not that she didn’t enjoy the getting of them, but coming down from the high of submissive space took time. Blair knew she liked this brief moment of solitude and as always, gave her what she wanted. She turned off the water and reached for the towel. She rubbed herself dry, picked up the bottle of moisturising lotion she’d had made and scented especially for her and strolled naked back into the bedroom. She dropped face down onto the bed. Without a word needing to be spoken, Blair picked up the lotion and straddled her thighs. He squirted a dollop into his hands, waited until it warmed then began a skilful massage. He kneaded the tight muscles of her back, letting his fingers soothe and glide, lingering over the places where she knew the ribbon-wrapped diamonds had scored her skin. The lotion eased the sting and she sighed in pleasure. “I liked him,” she murmured. “I noticed,” Blair replied. “How many times did you come?” “Wasn’t counting.” The rhythmic strokes of Blair’s hands soothed her into a drowsy slumber.
