“Do what you want with me,” he told her, spreading his arms and legs, opening himself for her. “You bought us, after all. It’s natural for you to want to make sure we’re cleaned to your satisfaction.”
Lexi liked this take on things. It put her in the light of a responsible Mistress, just taking care of her males. Naturally she had to bathe them and see to their comfort. How could she feel guilty or wrong doing that?
“Exactly so,” she told him as she stepped between his thighs and squeezed the pink foam over his broad, smooth chest. “So hold still while I wash you.”
She took her time on the Light Twin—especially when it came time to wash his back. There were some white marks there that looked like old scars—she wondered what had made them, but now didn’t seem the time to ask. Leaning over him, she made certain that one of her nipples was brushing his lips as she rubbed the broad planes of his back.
Gaze said nothing, though he uttered a few soft, deep groans when her wet belly brushed against the length of his hard shaft. On one of these groans, Lexi pressed forward and actually felt her left nipple slip between his lips for a moment.
The Light Twin froze for a second and then Lexi felt a soft tentative sensation and realized he was running the tip of his tongue over the sharp point of her nipple. The silky cami was so thin she couldn’t help but feel the sensation, almost as though he was licking her bare flesh.
For a moment, she froze too. Should she stop him? Or just pretend it wasn’t happening? She really liked the warm, ticklish sensation of his tongue circling her taut nipple, though she supposed it was rather naughty. She decided to let it go on for a little while as she scrubbed his back. In fact, she even pushed her nipple further into his mouth.
Gaze must have understood her silent invitation because his mouth closed on the tight little bud and for a moment Lexi felt a firm, gentle suction that sent sparks of pleasure through her entire body. Beneath the water her pussy was wet and throbbing but she just kept scrubbing the Light Twin’s back and pretending she didn’t notice what he was doing until she felt like she was going to explode.
Finally she pulled away and stood in front of the two of them with her hands on her hips.
“Well, I…I think you’re both pretty clean now.” She was flushed and breathless, but she tried to keep her face straight and her voice brisk as she spoke.
“Yes, we’re clean,” Gaze murmured. “But what about you, Mistress?”
“You washed us—maybe we should return the favor,” Bound growled.
“Oh, well…” Lexi’s heart started pounding double time. “I don’t…don’t know if that’s proper,” she said at last, her voice going high on the last word.
“Of course it’s proper for the bodyslaves to tend to their Mistress,” Gaze said. “They have to serve her, after all—it’s their duty.”
“And their pleasure,” Bound rumbled. “So we’d be more than happy to tend to you, Angel.”
“Well…” Lexi bit her lip—should she go this far? She barely knew these two, she reminded herself. And yet, something about them called to her—their big, male bodies drew her in a way that no one and nothing else ever had in her life. Still, she had been taught all her life this was wrong…
“We’ll be gentle,” Gaze said, clearly seeing her hesitance.
“We would never hurt you, Angel,” Bound told her.
“I suppose it couldn’t hurt to let you just, er, wash me,” Lexi heard herself saying. Stepping forward she stood between them. “How do you want to do this?”
“I’ll wash your top, Mistress,” Gaze murmured.
“And I’ll wash lower,” Bound growled.
“All…all right,” Lexi told them. “As long as…as washing is as far as it goes.”
“We won’t go any further than you want us to,” Gaze assured her as Bound nodded agreement. “If you tell us to stop, we will.” He picked up foamer and held it over her chest. “Should I get started?”
“If you like,” Lexi whispered. She could feel her heart pounding in every part of her body and a little voice in her head was screaming at her, demanding to know what she thought she was doing. But somehow it was easy to push the guilty little voice aside as the Light Twin squeezed the pale pink foam all down her front and then reached up to cup her breasts.
“Is this all right, Mistress?” he murmured, looking into Lexi’s eyes as he slowly massaged her full mounds.
“Y-yes,” she whispered. “That…that’s all right, I think.”
“I hope you don’t mind if my hands slip under your top sometimes while I wash you,” Gaze looked into her eyes as he spoke. “It’s not intentional—it’s just the foam. It makes things, er, slippery.”