Dinner

Leon carried me to the soft bed and leaned over to kiss my forehead. “I’ll have the chef prepare a feast for you,” he suggested. Exhausted, I lay back on my pillows and took a slow breath. I could barely keep my eyes open from exhaustion. I would rather sleep than eat. I was about to drift off, when I heard the sound of the maid's footsteps, and the pouring of water into the bath. Leon whispered in my ear, “Baby, it’s time to get up. You need a bath.” I pretended to be asleep, hoping he would leave me alone. But instead, he chuckled and picked me up and carried me to the tub. After the maids had left the room, I opened my eyes to find myself in a steaming bath. Leon joined me and sat behind me with his feet in the water. He held me close, so that I leaned against his breast, the level of the water exactly at the level of my breasts. Leon takes a bar of soap and lathers it up in his palms. Slowly he slid his soapy hands down my neck, massaging my shoulders with firm yet gentle strokes.