“Now go draw us a bath and when it’s ready, you will wait for me in front of the bathroom, kneeling,” he instructs.
When the girl closes the door of the en-suite bathroom, he walks into the bedroom for inspection. The room is spacious and bright, with a king-sized bed and exposed beams along the ceiling that open room for experimentation.
He goes to the car to get the duffel bag full of toys, ropes and various other restraints and a separate tube with his spanking tools. The girl was instructed to pack her favorite toys and he is curious what she brought.
So far she has proven more needy than he expected. A nymph indeed, he laughs.
6
The large bathtub takes awhile to fill and the girl finally has a chance to take a closer look at herself. She peers at the LED-lit mirror above the sink. The mascara she was wearing in the morning is almost completely gone, some smudges are visible on her cheeks, but with so much tears and drooling at least she doesn’t look like a raccoon. There are still red marks around the corners of her mouth from the ball gag. She splashes her face and can’t wait to wash away the remnants of saliva on her chest and stomach. There is a cut on her cheek that has a red crust. It doesn’t look deep and she hopes it will heal fully once taken care of. Then she inspects her arms and legs. There are many scratches but nothing serious. Her knees will need to be properly cleaned. Good thing she packed a first-aid kit.
Lastly, she turns back and looks over her shoulder to check out her ass. The middle part is reddish-pink, but there are no welts or broken skin. As spanking tools go, paddles are usually the more merciful choices. She knows that at the end of the night her bum will look completely different. Part of her is excited – she enjoys a certain amount of pain that adds sea salt to the caramel of her pleasure – making sensations more intense and delicious – but she wonders if the man will push her too far.
He is aware of her safe word – he asked her about it when they decided to spend the weekend together. She wonders why she didn’t use it today during the hunt. She was scared and she wasn’t thinking rationally. And a small part of her is not sure the man would have stopped even with the safe word out there. Although, the more she thinks about it, the more it seems the fear was mostly in her head. What was he going to do? Rape her? It’s difficult to rape someone who is willing. Hit her? It’s not like he is going to knock her unconscious or break her bones. And yet, the look in his eyes was… scary. But at the same time, using her safe word would have put a stop to the hunt and she didn’t want that either.
She sighs loudly. Confusing thoughts and conflicting feelings – she will not solve this now. The bathtub is almost ready anyway. She throws in a bath bomb and stops the faucet, then goes out, closing the door behind her, so the heat doesn’t escape. The en-suite bathroom opens directly into the bedroom. The man is not here, so she kneels on the ground to the right of the door, places her hands on her thighs and waits.
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“Is the bath ready?” the girl startles at the sound of his voice and opens her eyes. She is brought back from her meditation.
“Yes, Sir,” she responds quickly, hoping that the water is still sufficiently warm. She must have waited no more than 5-10 minutes.
“Good,” the man says, then goes to the girl and helps her to stand up. “Help me undress, little one,” he orders her.
He has his own, perhaps slightly atypical, views when it comes to service: he doesn’t want his girl to waste her time doing the dishes, cleaning the house or folding laundry. Preparing a meal for him and cleaning up after him and herself – yes, but the rest – he prefers to hire somebody to do that. He wants his sub to spend her free time in a manner that adds the most value for both of them. But now he wants to test this girl; and also pamper himself a bit.
So he stands there as she walks behind him and slides his outer shirt down his arms, putting it on a hanger in the wardrobe. Then she moves in front of him, untucks his t-shirt and begins lifting it up. He raises his arms above his head, but she is too short and cannot reach.
“Uhmm…” She is unsure if she has messed up but he laughs and takes off the t-shirt himself. The girl takes in his wide, muscular frame, the strong shoulders and arms, the expansive chest. He is like a bear. His chest is exactly the way she imagined – toned and natural with small, dark nipples surrounded by an expanse of short curly hairs that are dark but with a generous dash of salt. She imagines this chest towering over her in bed or welcoming her into a strong embrace of unquestionable safety.
The girl looks up at the man and their eyes meet. She tentatively reaches her hand towards his chest, waiting for his approval to touch him. The corner of his mouth tugs upwards ever so slightly and she understands that this is a silent yes. She slowly runs her fingers through the hairs, feeling the strength underneath. Her hand moves to the side where she delicately traces his areola and gently rubs one finger over his nipple, testing whether that would be a pleasure spot for him. The man exhales when she holds both his nipples in each of her hands, squeezing them gently between her thumb and index finger. She leans to plant kisses along his chest and finally she sucks on the tiny nubs and he lets out another pleasurable sign.
Next she follows the direction of his hairs down onto his stomach. He doesn’t have a six-pack, but is still in great shape for someone his age. She drops to her knees, unfastens his belt, the same belt that made her ass red earlier today, and then tugs the zipper down. She takes the waist of his pants with both hands and slides them down, revealing his large, muscular thighs. She swallows – the intimacy and quiet eroticism of this moment are making her hot. He steps out of the pants and she lifts to fold them and place them on a chair in the corner. She kneels in front of him again and leans forward to help with the socks. She rises to stand on her knees and takes in the Norse god in front of her who is wearing nothing but boxers. Her gaze moves from his ankles, along his strong legs and up where they meet – where a significantly-sized bulge is pressing against the fabric.
The man is turned on not only by the beautiful naked woman at his feet but by the way she is looking at him – nothing strokes his ego more than the awe in her eyes. This is not new, of course, many women react like that to him, but it brings him satisfaction every time.
The girl reaches out to remove the last piece. She inserts her fingers into the elastic band and pulls toward her to make sure there is enough room for his member, then slowly slides the boxers down his legs. His dick bounces out and she stands there, marveling at it. She has always loved giving head, but mostly because it made her feel in control. But now in front of her is a cock that is most definitely worthy of worship. It is perfect – long and quite thick, with a beautiful pink head with a smooth, tight, generous ball sack underneath. This cock will fill her holes to the limit. She bites her lower lip inadvertently in a way that almost makes him growl like a beast in heat.
“There will be time for this soon, my insatiable little slut! Let’s take that bath now,” the man gently urges her, then holds out his hands for her to help her up. She blushes, embarrassed to look him in the eye.
“Lift your hair for me, babygirl,” he instructs. “From now on, unless I tell you otherwise, when we are together, I want you to keep your hair in a high ponytail, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” the girl nods.
“Good. Now, I will remove your collar because we don’t want it to get ruined from the water. But that changes nothing. I am still in charge. And perhaps, if things go well between us, one day you will have your own metal collar and you will be able to shower with it. Am I clear?”
The man speaks in a soft, calm voice, but there is no room for disagreement.
The girl nods once again: “Yes, Sir, I understand.”
“Good girl. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”
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The water is still quite hot and for some time they just soak, his head resting on the edge of the bathtub and hers on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her in a cage of affectionate possessiveness.
It has been an intense afternoon and now they both need to rest – body and mind – before the play can continue. And yet, soon they both get fidgety. They are quite similar in this – unable to stay still for too long.
The man plants a kiss on the girl’s temple, steps out of the bath and goes to the shower. She watches him through hooded eyes as he soaps his hair and body, paying special attention to his manhood. She notices with pleasure that it is not entirely flaccid. He finishes with a jet of cold water to get the blood flowing.
“Now, I would like to read for a bit. We have a food basket that the owners have prepared for us; white wine is cooling in the fridge. You will set the table when you are ready here. But before that, soak a little longer, then take a shower. Make sure to clean all your cuts and scratches – I don’t want them getting infected. And I want you to make your ass ready for me and place the toys you brought on the bed in the bedroom,” he explains in a calm but uncompromising tone, then adds, “Don’t wear any perfume. I liked the one you were wearing this morning, but I’d like to smell your natural scent. Are my instructions clear?”
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