Life-Changing Gift (Close For MsAmative)

[MsAmative]

The alarm blared long before the sun was expected to rise. While this wasn’t particularly unusual for Gianna, she was hyper aware of the fact that her time wasn’t exactly her own - at least not for today. In an hour she needed to be halfway across the property getting her hands dirty both literally and figuratively. If she were more normal, she’d likely have just hired someone else for the day but she couldn’t see the point when she could simply ride for free (as if the couple hundred she was saving the family was making a world of difference for anyone.)

Ultimately, the morning had been much more eventful that she could have foreseen including her being thrown from her horse. It had been easier to shake off her discomfort when it was buffeted by surprise and embarrassment but as she walked back towards the house it became much harder to ignore. “This is going to be a hell of a day isn’t it?” Gianna asked herself with a sigh, knowing full well she had asked Colt to bring Blake to her office before she was set to return. She looked up to the clock in the mudroom, realizing that Blake had likely been in her office for the last 20 minutes as she pulled off her muddy boots and attempted to brush off what dried mud she could from her jeans. Normally she’d have made a better attempt at corralling her own mess, but instead she simply pushed her shoes into the corner with her toes as she tugged off her mud coated jacket, wincing as it slid off her bruised arm before dropping somewhat wetly next to her shoes. She could tell her adrenaline was wearing off as the walk down the hall to her office seemed to take an eternity. Gianna slowed her already leadened pace as she neared the door of her office, her eyes scanning the room to see how and where Blake had landed. She was rather surprised to see him kneeling almost where he had been the previous day, looking out the window with his back to her. What did she expect? She wasn’t sure, but it seemed like a minor blessing.

“I see you still remembered the lesson from yesterday,” Gianna said, letting her weariness bleed into her voice as she took several steps into the room. She leaned against the opposite corner of the desk as she spoke, knowing he could at least make out her general shape in the refraction of the glass. “It has been a rough morning for me, let’s not continue that nor make it into something that turns into a rough day for you.“ she continued as she worked her way around the front of the desk, doing her best to ignore the limp her mind so easily wanted as she crossed in front of Blake and through the doorway into the next room. “Come with me, same rule. Kneel, but you will have a new rule. Eyes down. Should be self explanatory why, at least here. No questions, no talking, if I need something from you I will ask for it. Do you understand? You can kneel there.” Gianna said, finishing by pointing towards her predetermined location for him.

The room they had entered was not as large as the one they had left, but it was still luxurious in its own way. The bathroom served both Gianna's office and her bedroom, creating a path that was oftentimes very convenient. As Blake knelt down next to the open doorway to the shower Gianna slowly peeled off the still somewhat damp and muddy clothes she still wore. It wasn’t until she pulled off her shirt that she realized it had also embedded itself into her hair. Eventually, each piece dropped heavily into the hamper nearby and when she finally reached down to retrieve her panties from the floor it seemed like a herculean effort. Her pain was slightly relieved by the warm water as it cascaded over her tired body, but it seemed short lived as she eventually had to wash away everything that had accumulated from the day. Some things were simple enough, her clothes had caught most of the mess but her hair? That was another story. Try as she might, and wish as she might the water was not going to be the final solution to her problem. She had managed to wash the one side just fine, but her left where she had fallen was still a problem. Not only was that where the majority of the mud had been in the first place but her shoulder deeply protested the idea of her washing it and using the other side on her long hair just… it wasn’t working. Gianna stood there under the water thinking for what seemed like ages, but what she knew was only minutes thinking of all the options. It's not like there wasn’t a list of people she could ask, but like any other life each comes with its own complications. She’d either have to send Blake for them though… or go get them and leave him here or have him follow - both which seemed illogical when she could just ask him. If she could trust him? I guess there was just one way to find out.

“I need help, I cannot reach to get the mud out of my hair. Can you come in here please?” Gianna asked.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

While Blake's morning started just like the one before, the fact that he was more rested definitely made a difference. I mean yeah, he wasn't exactly thrilled with his situation, but the uncertainty of his situation was gone, and it was much better than what he'd had before. It wasn't like Gianna had really asked much of him at this point, other than to just kneel behind her desk. There were certainly worse ways to make a living.

So it was that when Colt eventually came to collect him, Blake had of course showered, eaten breakfast, and after some time, did some leg and back stretches in preparation for what he knew was coming. He silently followed the man back to Gianna's office, only to find that she wasn't in it. He turned back towards Colt, but the man was already walking away.

Blake let out a sigh then, sweeping the full of the large room with his eyes. This felt like a test, or at least some sort of mind game or trap, and he hated crap like that. He ground his teeth together for a moment, letting the words he wished he could say about the situation play in his head over and over. Even as those thoughts moved through his head though, Blake did move to grab the cushion from the cabinet, move to where she'd told him to kneel, set the cushion down, and knelt on top of it. His fingers twitched and his brown eyes glared out the window, not being able to take in the sights with his mind so occupied.

While he hadn't heard her come in, Gianna's voice pulled Blake out of his own head. He didn't turn around or speak, simply looking at her reflection in the window. His anger faded as he was able to take in her condition, for the most part, via the reflection alone. Her words confirmed what her appearance had suggested, that this likely wasn't a test or a game, but simply an unfortunate circumstance. Still, he remained silent as she moved and spoke, the veiled threat lingering in his mind, even if he didn't intend to do anything to bring that rough day upon himself.

Blake found himself surprised again when Gianna bade him to follow her, and once again when he saw that she had led him into a bathroom. He almost missed her words as his eyes scanned the room, but his gaze did lower when she mentioned the new rule. "Yes ma'am." He said simply once she was finished, moving to the spot she'd indicated, kneeling down on the hard tile floor, bowing his head, and staring at the floor.

With nothing else to truly distract him, it was impossible for Blake to not know what Gianna was doing, even with his gaze locked on the floor. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to glance up, but was able to stop himself when he remembered the rough day she'd mentioned. The last thing he wanted to do was give her a reason to punish him when the tasks she'd given him so far were so simple.

Once Gianna had stepped fully into the shower, Blake lifted his head and gaze to look in wonder at the huge and spacious bathroom that she had all to herself. It was the kind of thing he knew existed, but never thought he'd actually be in. As he looked around though, it was impossible for him to not be aware of the sounds coming from the shower. The grunts and groans of what had to be pain were audible, despite the running shower water that she might hope prevented him from hearing them. Still, he remained where he was, ignoring the dull throb that was starting to come from his knees pressed against the hard tile floor.

Any pain Blake felt in his knees was immediately pushed to the back of his mind when he heard Gianna's voice calling out to him over the sound of the shower water. He rose to his feet and took a step forward before he remembered his clothing. It was at that exact moment that her words, and what they implied truly hit him. He tried to speak, but a lump in his throat made nothing more than a barely audible croak come out. He swallowed hard and finally managed to speak. "I...uh...y-es Ma'am." He finally managed to get out as he stripped off his shirt and shorts, leaving himself clad in just his boxers. He wasn't sure how wet he might get, or even if he would get wet, but he wanted at least something dry out here for him to put on when he was done.

Blake rounded the corner that had separated the two of them, and froze for a moment when he caught sight of Gianna's naked back. When he realized that he was staring, even if she couldn't, he shook his head, cleared his throat, and stepped into the impressively spacious shower. With his head clear, or as clear as it was going to get, he got his first good look at the muddy mess that was Gianna's hair.

"Okay...um...step forward a touch and...um...tilt your head all the way back...um...Ma'am." Talking required so much more effort right now, and Blake felt like an absolute idiot. Gianna thankfully didn't seem to care at this moment, and simply did what he said. He then stepped closer to her, at first trying to stay out of the spray of the water, but once it started to bounce off her scalp onto him, he just gave up on it and stepped as close as he had to.

Blake started at her roots, massaging first to break up any clumps and then slowly pulling it towards the ends and finally off of her head. He worked as quickly and as thoroughly as he could while prioritizing quality work over speed. Trying to finish quickly wasn't going to help if she had to tell him that he missed a spot or more. When he was done, after what seemed an eternity, he gave it a final once over before daring to speak once more.

"I'm done...I think. do you...um...want me to wash or...um...condition it while we're here?" After he voiced his question, Blake pulled his hands away, not wanting to seem like a creep. Still, it was impossible for him to not let his gaze linger on her wet back as he waited for her to respond. As he looked though, he thought that he saw the makings of a bruise down near her hip and lower back, but wanted to dismiss it, if only because of how large it was.