Page 33 of Learning to Trust

I helped David to his feet, poured shampoo into my hand, and massaged his scalp. I loved his mass of out-of-control curls.

David moaned and leaned into my touch. "I need to get a haircut. Now I'm working for myself I guess it can be scheduled at any time." After rinsing the soap from his hair, I turned him in my arms, and he gazed at me through water-soaked eyes.

“You are not to cut off your curls,” I growled.

“Sir. Are you ordering me to leave my hair alone?”

“Yes.”

“I thought we agreed our Dom/sub arrangement would only apply to anything related to our sexual encounters and while we are in private.” I’d also agreed to call him Sir when we were alone, recognizing his role in my life.

“Your curls are part of our sexual relationship, and we are in private.”

“That’s rather a stretch, Sir.”

“If I say please will you leave them?”

“If you like them that much, I’ll keep them long but they will need to be trimmed off my face so I can actually see.”

“Thank you. When you wish to get them cut, tell me so I can come with you.”

“I will, Sir.”

We washed each other, learning a little more about each other's bodies, stepped from the shower, and dried off.

“How are you feeling?” I asked David while hanging my towel on a heated rack.

“Horny.”

I laughed. “Bring your towel. I want to remove the cage, check for any abrasions, and dry your cock thoroughly. I’ve decided to leave it off as you don’t deserve further punishment. Unless you prefer to wear it for longer.”

“Sir, I thought I would enjoy the cage, it sounded kinky, but it’s like a water torture device. I would be grateful to have it removed. Will you fuck me again and may I come?”

“Not now but maybe later. I want to apply lotion to your ass and after we eat, I have something I want to share with you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I uncaged David's cock, dried him thoroughly, and applied lotion where he appeared to have slight grazing. He lay on the bed while I tended his ass.

"Sir, may I borrow a pair of sweats and a tee? They are more comfortable than jeans."

"Maybe you should leave a few pairs of sweats and tees here for times like this? In the meantime, help yourself to what is in the top two drawers on the left in the closet."

David sprang to his feet and crossed to the closet. He came out holding a pair of black sweats and a white tee. "Sir, do these belong to someone else?"

His tone wasn’t accusatory, but it was one of confusion.

“They belong to you. As your Dom, it is my responsibility to make sure you have what you need.”

"You bought these for me—for when I'm here?"

“I did.”

David crossed the floor and threw himself into my arms, the force causing me to take a step back. He pressed his lips to mine for a moment before peppering my face with quick kisses. "Thank you, Sir. Your thoughtfulness is very much appreciated." He squeezed me tight and the walls I'd erected since Maxim years earlier, cracked and began crumbling away.

“Get dressed.”

My gruff tone had David studying me carefully before doing as he’d been asked.