Sjaak put his one arm around her waist, pulling her gently against him as if she were fragile porcelain. With his other hand he stroked her hair, he kissed her forehead, making a border of butterfly light kisses from the side of her one eye, through her forehead to the side of her other.

"Mmm," Lisa hummed, indicating that she enjoyed these simple touches. Sjaak smiled, kissing her closed eyes, her nose, her cheeks. He licked and nibbled at her earlobe, eliciting a giggling sound.

"Just receive Liesel, receive and enjoy."

Sjaak continued his exploration. He caressed her in places she had thought would not be stimulating: Her arms, her palms, her back. But the love with which Sjaak caressed caused intense series of shudders in her body.

Sjaak felt her muscles twitch. He laid her on the bed, on her back and sat down next to her. He could see that tension was growing in Lisa. On the bed, that was probably a difficult place for her. On another bed, too many things had happened that she had unpleasant memories of, that had damaged her.

He let his hand move slowly down her leg, to her foot. He began to remove her shoes so he could reach her feet. He caressed her feet, gently nibbled her toes.

Lisa squirmed, "That tickles!"

Sjaak chuckled, "Annoying?"

"No, actually not, as long as you don't do it too long!"

"Be at peace, corporal punishment like tickle death I have long since deleted from my law book," he said in a heavy voice.

Lisa laughed, relaxed by his joke. She closed her eyes while Sjaak massaged her calves. Her thoughts went to that other room, to the little whip that had caressed and struck her calves. What Sjaak was doing was so different, so wonderful, so relaxing.... Mmm... So relaxing, that she fell asleep....

.

When she woke up more than two hours later, it was because Sjaak came into the room and called her softly in a lilting voice: "Liesel, Liesel, sweet girl of mine, will you come with me to the other side? It's time for dinner."

Dazed, she opened her eyes, wondering where she was. Sjaak, his house, his bed... She remembered that he had massaged her calves and then, then nothing, she had fallen asleep!

"Oh Sjaak, I have fallen asleep! You were so sweet to me, and I fell asleep! How sorry I am! I'm so sorry, really Sjaak, I’m sorry!"

"Why? Sweetheart, you had had a very intense hour, with those dresses and everything we had talked about. You were just tired."

"Yes, but..."

Sjaak smilingly placed his forefinger on her lips. "Ssshht, no but, you were just tired. I took it as a compliment, that you became so relaxed from my caressing and massaging, that you even fell asleep because of it. In one way or another it seemed to be good to approach you this way. I am only happy about it! Next time we’ll go on... do you come with me?"

Lisa got out of bed and put on her shoes. She grabbed Sjaak by his upper arms. "Sjaak, listen please, you really didn't mind? You really didn't? It feels so wrong to me..."

He pulled her against him: "No, really not, especially not. You never have to be that fiery sexy woman again, you can sleep when you're tired, enjoy when I caress you, discover what you like. That's all that matters to me, okay?"

"Unbelievable..." Lisa sighed with tears of emotion in her eyes. "Truly unbelievable!"

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