Finally he shudders and spills, and I stroke him gently until he comes back to earth and is languid against the table.

I ease off him, ignoring the need I have for release, and find a cloth to wipe my hand off with.

“Can I get up now, sir? Is there anything you want from me?” Hmmmm? Oh! I smile warmly and shake my head. "I am fine, truly." I assure him, handing him the cloth so he may clean himself up. "Feel free to get dressed again when you are capable of movement, and it's Lucien, not sir." I inform hin, not feeling the urge to be doiminant anymore.