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asked.
    “Of course.” The toilet was in its own separate room within the bathroom, for privacy.
    She took went in and closed the door, and for a moment Marc imagined she’d lock it and stay in there all night, just to avoid doing this. But no, she came out moments later, holding her stiletto heels in her hand.
    “You’re so short now,” he teased. “Did I know you were this short?”
    Lauren laughed. “Yes. I don’t swim in my heels. Remember that time in Jamaica when we saw that crazy fish and you had to basically carry me out of the water I was so freaked out? It had teeth!”
    Fuck yeah. He remembered that. Holding her in her bathing suit against his bare chest for way too short of a time before he had to set her down on the sand.
    “I suppose you were short then too,” he said, smiling at the memory. The tub was full enough, so he turned off the water. “Do you need help undressing?”
    “Only if you want to help. The corset looks tricky but it’s actually just hooks.”
    “Then take off your clothes, please.” He leaned back against the sink, watching her. God, her curves were insane. Her breasts, so big and soft, matched her lovely rounded hips and ass, and her thighs were pale and proportionate to the rest of her voluptuous body. Thighs meant for pushing apart.
    Quickly, as if undressing without an audience, she removed the corset top, and carefully shimmied out of her skintight miniskirt. Underneath, she wore a black push-up bra and fishnet stockings that covered a red lacy thong.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he said, wanting to encourage her, to keep her undressing herself before she could get scared again and call a halt to the evening. The whole experience was so surreal. After five long years of admiring her, Marc finally had his chance to see her naked. Vulnerable. Was it really happening? He didn’t dare take his eyes off her in case it was a dream. If it was, he didn’t want to wake up.
    The bra came off first, and her breasts bounced, her areolas large and pink, the tips beaded even in the warmth of the room. Marc wanted to suck her breasts, to bite her nipples, but he wasn’t going to do anything until he’d bathed her and relaxed her. Right now, she seemed strung as tight as a violin.
    “Thank you. I didn’t think you liked . . . big girls. I mean, I’ve never seen you with anyone who looked like me.”
    “I like what I see, Lauren. We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. Now, don’t be shy . . . take off your stockings and thong.”
    “Yeah, okay.” She trembled as she pulled off the last shred of clothing. “You’re still dressed.”
    “I am,” he acknowledged. There was a certain power that came with being clothed in front of a naked submissive, and he wanted her to feel it, to help her feel his dominance over her. “You can get in the tub, but don’t touch yourself. I’m going to bathe you.”
    “Oh my God,” she said, stepping into the warm water. “I haven’t been bathed since I was a child.”
    “I’m not trying to play Daddy. I just want to help you relax, and we’re going to let this water help wash away the day, since you were a Domme earlier, and now . . . you’re not.”
    He took a washcloth and poured body wash onto it, dipping it into the water, and gently washed her feet first, rubbing the arches to help soothe the pain she had to be feeling from walking around in four-inch heels all night. “Now, you’re relaxing and becoming more submissive as I bathe you.”
    Lauren laughed. “Are you trying to hypnotize me?”
    “Maybe. Will you let me see if it’ll work?”
    “Okay,” she said, resting her head back against the edge of the tub, her long hair falling over the edge.
    “These feet belong to me,” he whispered, rubbing the washcloth up her thighs, washing her. “These thighs, this ass, this pussy,” he continued, rubbing cleansing strokes over her body, “they’re mine too.”
    “Anything for you,” she said, putting on her