Alana got somewhat awkwardly to her feet, her hands still secured behind her back.
Mark assessed her dispassionately. Her pubic hair had surprised him. He’d gotten used to shaved women, which were the norm on all the porn sites he frequented. He almost wanted to keep Alana’s sparse curls for the sheer novelty, but of course a slave had to be fully accessible to her Master. Beyond the physical aspect of baring oneself, there was a mental aspect as well—the vulnerability created by being completely exposed and open to him.
He was feeling expansive, and decided to make the experience a relatively pleasant one for her. “I’m going to give you a bath,” he informed her.
In the bathroom, he allowed her to use the toilet as he drew the bath water in the freestanding, claw-footed tub that had come with the old place, and which he’d left when refinishing the bathroom, because it was just like the one in Lovers’ Quarrel. Would she notice?
Mark stripped off his jeans and shirt so they wouldn’t get wet, though he kept on his underwear. He flicked on the wall heater, got out the fancy bath oil and the pretty pink razor he’d purchased just for her, along with a small pair of barber’s scissors. He set the items on the floor beside the tub and poured several capfuls of oil into the steaming water. As the water rose in the bath, he removed the heavy chain collar from around Alana’s neck and unlocked her wrists.
He gestured toward the steaming water. “Climb in.”
She did as she was told, gingerly lowering herself into the hot, scented water.
Mark crouched beside the tub. Directing her to lean her head back, he washed her long, dark hair, shampooing the silky tresses and rinsing them with a small plastic pitcher. Alana was as passive as a baby as he ministered to her. When he was done, he twisted a towel around her head.
Next, using a large soft washcloth, he started with her breasts, rubbing the soapy cloth over her nipples, pleased as they rose to his touch.
Alana rested her head against the lip of the tub and closed her eyes. She seemed to be relaxing at last. The tension that had held her body rigid seemed to be draining from her. Perhaps she just didn’t have the energy, the strength of will to resist him any longer. Or perhaps, just perhaps, she was coming to trust him the slightest bit.
Mark moved the cloth over her smooth, firm stomach, and on down to the pubic hair he planned to remove. He rubbed the curls until they were frothy with soap. “Spread your legs,” he ordered. When Alana didn’t instantly comply he said, “Do I have to hold you under the water to make you obey?”
That got a quick response, and Alana opened her long, slender legs wide.
Mark soaped her inner thighs, his already erect cock hardening to steel as he moved the cloth slowly but inexorably toward her spread pussy.
Alana sat up a little straighter in the tub, her body tensing as she brought her legs together.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Mark slapped at her knees. “Don’t you dare close yourself to me. Unless you want to find out just how long you can hold your breath.”
She let her knees fall open once more, and Mark set the washcloth aside. Using his fingers, he gently stroked her cunt beneath the oily water, finding her clit and rubbing it lightly.
Alana actually sighed as her head fell back once again, her eyes fluttering shut. Excited, Mark placed his other hand on a breast, which was just peeking above the water. He kept his other hand between her legs and pressed a finger inside her.
As he teased and stroked her cunt, Alana moaned, a shudder of pleasure moving through her frame.
Yes.
He played with her a while longer, until he was nearly on the edge of coming himself. Recalling himself to his task, Mark took his hands from the water and reached for the razor. “I’m going to shave you,” he informed the girl, who had remained still, her eyes closed.
She opened her eyes, the alarm clear on her face.
“Relax,” Mark said with a laugh. “I’ll start with your legs. Then the underarms, and your pretty little cunt.” He touched the scratches on his cheeks as he added, “Don’t worry, I won’t cut you.” He reached for the bottle of oil and added briskly, “Lift your left leg over the side of the tub so I have access.”
“Please,” she said. “I can do that.”
“Of course you can,” he agreed. “But you’re not going to. I am. You are my possession to do with as I please. The sooner you understand that, the easier things will go for you. Now, do as you’re told.”
With obvious reluctance, Alana lifted her gorgeous leg and rested it along the side of the tub. Mark squirted some oil on her skin and denuded it in smooth, even strokes. Moving around the tub, he did the second leg. “There, see? I know what I’m doing,” he said, pleased with himself. “Lift your left arm.”