“This one is going to be the hardest, little human,” he said quietly, just resting his fingers on top of it. My clit throbbed back to life and I squirmed just a little as I stood before him.
“Ready?” he asked then and I took a deep breath, nodding as I did so.
He released the clamp on my clit and exquisite agony poured over me, extreme in its intensity and I struggled to cope with it. Desperate cries of pain ripped from my throat and I curled forward, resting my head on his shoulder as I trembled before him.
His palm on my hip never left my body, holding me and supporting me at the same time and something about it made the pain easier to take. It was calming in a sense and I was thankful for it.
My clit throbbed and pulsed with pain and pleasure, a confusing mixture that left me reeling for several long minutes after he removed the clip. Finally, when the sting faded enough, I stood back up and curled my arms around my waist.
“You did well, my little human,” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but smile at his praise. “Come now. Let’s get you clean,” he said while taking my hand in his once again. Carefully, he helped me climb into the tub and I sucked in a breath as I slipped a few toes into the warmth of the water. It felt even more wonderful than I could have imagined.
He helped me to sit down in the water and I moaned with pleasure at the feeling of it. Then he gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled up, exposing a chest made of chiseled muscles. Breathlessly, I watched as he took off his shirt and then his pants, leaving him naked before me.
If I had thought he was powerful before fully clothed, it was nothing compared to seeing him completely naked for the first time.
Despite coming three times already today, his cock was hard once again. Impressive. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a smile of pleasure while I pressed my thighs together. My legs quivered as I took in his commanding form. I struggled with feelings of arousal and a small tingle of fear as he stood before me.
Every inch of his body was hard, chiseled muscle. His tanned skin glowed in the dimmed light and I licked my lips, exploring his massive physique as I did so.
“Like what you see, Cara?” he teased, and I tore my eyes away, only to turn them back a second later. I couldn’t get enough.
His waist narrowed into a tight V, revealing his hipbones that trailed straight down to his cock. His legs were thick, much larger than even the two of mine combined together and incredibly strong. His arms and chest were no different. He was solid.
And tonight, I had every single moment of his attention.
He climbed into the tub then and reached for me. He pulled me to him so that my back pressed against his chest. I could feel the hardness of his cock nudging my lower back, but he made no move to fuck me. Instead, he just held me.
As the minutes passed, every ounce of tenseness left my body. I allowed myself to relax and an intense calm came over me then. I felt him move behind me and then I heard the cap of a bottle click open. I turned my head, watching quietly as he poured what appeared to be a thick creamy shampoo into his palm.
I scooted away just a little bit so that I could arch back and wet my hair. He took his hands and worked them into my hair, gently working up a lather as he did so. I moaned softly as his fingertips massaged my scalp. Gooseflesh rose all over my skin. My nipples hardened and my clit pulsed with pleasure at his tender touch.
Uncontrollable desire raced through me and my eyes rolled back in my head. I hadn’t known how good a man’s fingers could feel on my body until that moment. I leaned back into his touch, letting him take control of me in the bath and giving him everything I had to give. He washed my hair for a while, taking care to pet and soothe me as he did so. Then he helped me to gently lean back and rinse the shampoo clean.
Next, he conditioned my hair with several oils, using his fingers to gently tease out all the knots and tangles as he did so. I didn’t fight him in the slightest.
After he was finished with my hair, he turned me around to face him and washed my face with a soft cloth. He gently scrubbed away at the dried cum and tears on my cheeks, ensuring that no soap got into my eyes as he did so.
Then he began to wash my body.
He took the cloth and tenderly washed every inch of me. He spent extra time caring for my sore nipples and softly scrubbing between my thighs. When he finished, he instructed me to lean over the edge of the tub, exposing myself as I did so.
“Reach back and spread yourself for me, Cara,” he said gently, and I turned away, feeling myself blush. I wanted to disobey him then, too embarrassed to do what he asked, but I didn’t. Instead, I paused.
“If you don’t, then I will, little human. Either way, the result will be the same,” he explained gently. I bit my lip.
Hesitantly, I reached backward, taking ahold of my bottom cheeks with my fingers. For a moment, I gasped, feeling the welts from his belt on my skin. At first, my tentative touch was painful, but I took a deep breath and didn’t let go even though I wanted to. The discomfort from the welts faded away, leaving my body throbbing with passionate warmth then. I felt the heat rush to my face then and I was thankful he couldn’t see how hard I was blushing right now. Timidly, I obeyed then, spreading myself and exposing my well-used bottom hole to his view.
I trembled before him, my shame washing over me, and I whimpered quietly. He didn’t say a word. I felt him touch me though, his touch soft, almost reverent and I relaxed just a little bit. I felt the soapy cloth press between my legs first and then it drifted backward until it settled between my bottom cheeks, cleansing my sensitive skin of the filth of the market and his own dried seed on my thighs.
“Such a good little girl,” he murmured, and I spread myself wider for him, desperate to please him. Gently then, he pushed my hands away and softly caressed my backside with the cloth, ensuring to clean every inch of my body.
When he was finished, he picked me up off the ledge and curled my body into his. I allowed myself to relax, just enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by his raw power, strength, and intoxicating dominance. We sat there together for a long time until the water began to cool.
“Come on. I’m sure you’re hungry. Let’s get you some food,” he suggested, and my stomach chose that exact moment to growl in agreement. He chuckled and pressed his lips against the top of my head, and I shivered at the feeling of it.
Now that I thought about it though, I didn’t quite remember the last time I’d had a real meal. Not since yesterday or the day before anyway, and that had only been a cheap sandwich I’d stolen from the kitchen of that old ship I’m come in on.
“I’d like that,” I said quietly, arching my back and pressing myself against his chest. He stood and at the same time, he lifted me from the water. The chilly air caressed my skin and I shivered against him. He placed my feet down on a gray carpet on the floor and quickly wrapped me in an oversized towel that was clearly made for someone of his stature and not mine. I giggled quietly as I held the plush, soft fabric against my skin, watching as he grabbed one for himself.