Been a while, hasn't it?

Well, chalk that up to writer's block, exams, wanting to make sure this was perfect, waiting on a publishing deal that never came, more writer's block etc. You get the idea.

Oh, and I changed the name as well in case you hadn't noticed.

Still, you've waited long enough, here's Chapter 7:

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Chapter 7

When she awoke, Claire instinctively reached out in front of her, searching for the warmth of his body. Her eyes were not yet fully open, and so she was surprised to find nothing but the cool early morning air beside her. Startled, she sat up and looked around her, a touch of panic flitting through her as she momentarily thought that maybe Mike had panicked again and left her. But her fears were soon quelled when she heard the sounds of someone cooking in her kitchen downstairs. Clearly, he had gotten hungry. Claire smiled and fell back onto the pillows, content to give him a few more minutes before letting him know she was hungry too. Whether it was for food or something else, well, he would find that out soon enough.

Mike woke Claire from her doze with a delicious smell: her adorable boy had cooked her breakfast in bed. He was dressed in a cute, pink apron that she had bought herself a few years back, but had never really used. She was glad she had. Underneath, he was wearing nothing but his underwear, and Claire made a mental note to demand he wear even less next time.

“For you, Mistress.” Claire drew her duvet up to cover herself, and let Mike place the tray in front of her. He had cooked her a delicious meal of pancakes dripping in maple syrup and chocolate sauce, a particular favourite of hers; he had obviously gone the extra mile to please her. Satisfied, she looked up at him, and saw that he was stood looking down at his toes, fidgeting slightly.

“Kneel, and look at me.” Mike looked up at her and nodded. He knelt down on the hardwood floor of her bedroom and continued to stare lovingly into her eyes. Claire let the covers drop, exposing her naked chest, and began to slowly eat her meal. To her delight, she saw a slight bulge appear under Mike’s apron, despite his eyes being locked onto hers. She decided to toy with him a little, relishing the sight of him shifting uncomfortably on his knees. Claire ran her finger through the thick, sticky maple syrup that coated her pancakes, and lifted it to her mouth. She suckled on it, letting her tongue run all over the digit, before drawing it back out and holding it in front of her. “Taste me.” She commanded, and Mike crawled onto the bed on all fours. He gently took her finger in his mouth and softly licked it clean, mingling the taste of the syrup and her saliva. After a few seconds of doing so, Claire withdrew it, and cupped his chin in her hand. “How do I taste?”

“Delicious, Mistress.” Claire smiled ruefully. He was like putty in her hands; he would do anything for her, and she knew it. She drew her hand back and slipped it under the bedsheets. Reaching down, she inserted it in herself, and made sure it came out slick and slippery.

“How about now, pet?” Claire let Mike taste her again. This time he lightly held her wrist with both hands, holding her finger in his mouth as his tongue combed over it. Once he was done, he let go and simply knelt there, practically glowing.

“Sweet, Mistress. Very sweet.” She nodded in response, and then motioned for him to go back to where he was kneeling before. As she slowly polished off her breakfast, Mike’s eyes never left her, especially when she began to start shifting the duvet further and further down her legs, making it seem accidental every time she rearranged the tray. His erection gradually grew larger and larger, until it was obvious that it was straining against the fabric of his boxers. When she was finally done, Claire put the breakfast tray to one side and slid out of the bed. Mike’s eyes tracked her every movement as she padded over to him. She knelt down until she was at his eye level.

“Have you showered yet?” Mike shook his head. Claire took his hand and pulled him up off the hard floor. His poor knees were red and sore, but he hadn’t complained even once. She doubted he had even noticed. “Come on then, let’s go get freshened up.”

She led him by the hand down her landing and into the bathroom. Fortunately, her shower was a walk-in, and there was of plenty of room for them both. Mike slipped out of his apron and underwear, and stood shivering slightly in the cold air of the bathroom, autumn giving it a distinctly fresh atmosphere. Claire turned the shower on, setting the temperature nice and high, and stepped in. She beckoned Mike in, and together they stood under the deliciously warm waterfall of water.

He naturally went to start massaging her, cleaning every inch of her. Normally, she would have been annoyed that he hadn’t asked if he could do so, but the deftness and care of his touch made her irritation melt away. Instead, she let him smother her body in sweet-smelling gels and lotions. To her surprise, he seemed to know exactly which ones she liked; he had clearly been paying even more attention to her body the previous afternoon than she had thought. His fingers only lightly grazed her clit as he worked his way down her body, understanding that he couldn’t do any more than that without her express permission. Finally, he reached behind her for the vast array of shampoos and conditioners in her possession. Selecting a pair that would give her hair a butter-smooth texture, he motioned for her to turn around. Claire did so, and shivered at the pleasurable sensation of his fingers slowly working the shampoo into her hair, and then straining it back out under the water. She thought she would die with happiness when he then treated her with the conditioner; the delicacy of his touch was unlike anything she had ever felt, that was for sure.

Once he was done, Claire turned back around, and under the stream of water, gently worked her fingers through his hair and pulled him towards her. She kissed him hard and pressed him up against the glass wall of the shower. Against her groin, she felt his semi-erect cock grow stiff again, the head nudging against her clit like a cat seeking their owner’s attention. Claire, keeping her lips against his, slipped one hand down between his buttocks and pressed a finger into him. Mike moaned, and his legs shook slightly as she entered him, but she held him steady with her embrace. Her other hand made its way down between their bodies, and firmly grasped onto his shaft, gripping just below the head. With great care, Claire began to search around inside him for the little bundle of nerves she knew lay hidden there. When Mike’s moans intensified, and his knees nearly buckled entirely, she knew she had him. Slowly, and still with her lips smothering his, she began to massage the nub under her fingertip, gradually melting him beneath her touch.

Eventually, his legs gave way completely, and Claire gently let him down onto his knees. Releasing his cock, she reached up and turned the shower off. Then, taking her lips away from his, she stuck her hand into his gaping mouth, coating it in his saliva. Once it was slick with his drool, Claire fixed her lips back onto his, and returned her hand to his cock. She began to work it, hard. No delicacy was in her grip now, she wanted to make him burst all over her. She kept probing his prostate, softly kneading it with her finger as she stroked him over and over again. She took her mouth away as she felt his cock throb and twitch in her grip, and she knew then that he was close. “Cum for me, my love.” Claire whispered into his ear.

With a guttural moan, Mike shuddered and shook in her arms as the hot, sticky stream of cum spurted out of him all over her chest. As he did so, Claire took her hand away from his shaft, but continued to massage his prostate, milking him once, twice, three times, and then a fourth before he finally stopped quivering, and his cock stopped squirting.

He lay there, breathing hard, the occasional moan still leaking out of him. Claire sat on his lap and wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in close to her body. She reached up to turn the shower back on, and as the warm water streamed over them, she began to clean his mess off of him. As Claire washed him, Mike just gazed at her, drinking in everything he saw. She felt herself getting slightly flustered, and pulled him in even tighter, “Close your eyes, pet. I think you’ve had quite enough of looking at me for now, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” The response was tinged with a painful note, as if there was nothing else in the world he would have hated more than to close his eyes. But he dutifully did so, and leaned his head back against the glass. Once Claire was satisfied he was clean down there, she took his hand again, and stood him back up with her. Then, she repeated what Mike had done earlier and began to massage the rich shampoo and conditioner into his hair, restoring it to the wonderful lustre it had had the day before. He shivered with pleasure at the sensation of her fingers, and his arms raised slightly as if to reach up to her hands. Claire gently pushed them back down, and continued to clean him.

Once she was done, Claire turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. “Face me, but don’t open your eyes.” Mike did so, and she admired his lean, sculpted body as she towelled herself off. Then, after dressing herself in a bathrobe she wore on occasion, Claire took his hand and led him out of the shower. Mike stood there, his breathing shallow, as she gently dried him using the same towel she had used. His nostrils flared as Claire dried his hair, breathing in the lingering scent of her body that remained on the material.

Once she was done, Claire turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. “Face me, but don’t open your eyes.” Mike did so, and she admired his lean, sculpted body as she towelled herself off. Then, after dressing herself in a bathrobe she wore on occasion, Claire took his hand and led him out of the shower. Mike stood there, his breathing shallow, as she gently dried him using the same towel she had used. His nostrils flared as Claire dried his hair, breathing in the lingering scent of her body that remained on the material.

It was obvious to her upon entering the kitchen that he hadn’t eaten yet. She smiled; Mike had been so eager to make her breakfast, he had entirely forgotten about himself. Well, that wouldn’t do, Claire thought to herself, and began to prepare him one of his favourite meals. After the events of last night, as well as earlier, she felt like really treating him. Besides, she wanted to savour every chance she had to play with him.

By the time Claire had just finished plating up a childhood favourite of his, Mike had come down fully dressed. She beckoned him into her living room, sat down on her sofa, and motioned for him to stand in front of her. “Kneel.” Her command was not strict in its tone, but nevertheless, Mike obliged immediately and knelt on the carpeted floor. He looked up at her expectantly as Claire gazed down at him. Tension seemed to flood the air as even this simple act of submission made both their hearts race. Claire was about to open her mouth, when the unexpected happened.

Complete Part I