Cleaning and confessing

Quinara reaches out and grabs the bar of soap and begins lathering up her face and hair, once they're sufficiently sudsy she hands me the soap and I do the same. While I lather myself she rinses, rising up her damp hair clinging to her body as I hand her the soap back. I dunk my head under washing myself but when I rise and open my eyes my eyes are treated to her lathering up her big tits, the soapy slick boobs looking like the best thing I'd ever seen. "Hey it's rude to stare" Quinara playfully chastises, I didn't care my eyes trained on her nipples and vast swathes of pillowy green flesh. Quinara tuts and gathers up some of the bubbles from the bath using the white foam to fashion a makeshift bra, not that it works particularly well she had a lot to cover and the bubbles found themselves sliding off her soaped up boobs. "Well you tried" I say with a playful wink, continuing to openly appreciate the view.

I feel Quinara's legs shift and I sink deeper into the water as I fall into the gap as she parts her legs, I wonder what she's doing. I don't have to wonder for long as I feel her left leg rise up and with great dexterity, lifts her calf onto my shoulder and pushes down dunking my head into the bath water. "PFFFBBBB" I splutter as I rise from my impromptu plunge, "and that's for staring" she jokes back keeping her leg on my shoulder primed to dunk me once again. Once I regain my composure I argue back "can you blame me though? They're perfect" I state justifying myself, "and the rest of me isn't?" She purrs setting a trap for me "no of course not, you're beautiful from head to toe but they're so big it only feels fair to give them equally sized love" I say with a wink drawing a chuckle from her. "Ok that makes sense but you keep staring and I'll have to dunk you again" her teasing tone letting me know she didn't really mind my gaze. "Wait so all I need is to be dunked to have a free pass to look?" I ask before dunking myself into our bathwater, even underwater I can hear Quinara's roaring laughter at my joke, I rise filled with pride. "Well I can't argue with that" she says giving me the greenlight to openly ogle her to my heart's content.

We clean the rest of ourselves in a similar fashion passing the soap between us, I go to clean my thighs but Quinara lightly slaps my wrist stopping me before I reach my injury "ah ah ah, runt let me clean that ok?" She says, I nod "of course". We continue until we reach our calves and feet where we swap, I wash Quinara's and she washes mine, it was utilitarian in nature but it still felt intimate to massage and clean her, my finger gliding up her shapely calves and back down to her feet as I wash them. I take my time to do a thorough job, mostly because of how good it felt caring for her; she had said she wanted pampering from time to time and I wanted to pamper her.

With everything but my injury cleaned Quinara taps the side of the tub "ok runt sit up here" she commands, I all too eagerly comply completely forgetting that I had spent the majority of our bath staring at her big tits and thus was as hard as tempered steel. Quinara notices my erection instantly "well what do ws have here?" She teases "looks like the big guy is wide awake, guess you must just love seeing me kneel at your feet" he tone is laced with silent challenge, a test of how this power dynamic felt to me. Part of me wished that this role fitted, that I could be the dominant lover who she kneeled at the feet of but it just wasn't me and I couldn't pretend. Not just because I'd be lying to her but I'd be lying to myself, to my own submissive heart and desires. I take a deep breath and begin my confession "no.." she raises an eyebrow "not like that, you're beautiful. It's just I don't want you to kneel at my feet, I like it when you take charge. When we do our training and you tell me to slow down and to not cum, I love it. I love doing what you want, I can't be the guy that you kneel for, I'm...." Quinara put her hand on my leg "submissive" she says finishing my sentence. I nod "yes I'm sorry, does that make me less of a man?" I ask wanting to know if her estimation of me had diminished in any form, Quinara reads my insecurity and replies firmly "there's nothing wrong with that runt. I already knew, just needed to see HOW submissive you were. As for being a man, that has nothing to do with dominance, I've been with dominant men who weren't even half the man you are. You ran into a warzone to try and save me and you think you're less of a man because you like me telling you what to do?" She says reassuring me, I hesitate ask I ask the next question "but I can't be the dominant you want" I say on shaky breath my heart in my throat. She laughs hard "oh runt, you're adorable... What made you think I want someone like that? Gods is this why you're so nervous? You're trying to live up to the fake idea of what you think a man is, I don't want your fantasy idea of a man I want you runt, you dummy."

I breathe the biggest sigh of relief, I had bared my soul to her and she had accepted me fully, I think subconsciously I had always known who I was but I had spent countless nights wishing to change that. I had always wanted to be headstrong and confident like Lord Baxter's men had been but I never could be, I thought there was something wrong with me but really I had confidence all along I just wasn't able to show it because I was using it to try and be someone I wasn't. While I contemplate this, Quinara cleans my injury and once done I am brought back into reality from my thoughts by her gripping my cock. She strokes it urgently "I'm going to suck you dry" she says being as direct as she often was in the bedroom, my head spins with lust and doubt if I was ready for this next step as my stamina had built but was it enough? I vocalise my concerns "b-but my training? Am I ready?" Quinara looks into my eyes with a depth of intensity that I hadn't yet seen from her "who's in charge here runt?" She says with absolute authority, daring me to question her dominance, my submissive heart sings and no doubt she feels my cock twitch in her hand at her words. My mouth curls into the most joyous smile I've ever had "you are."