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Intricate mosaic tiles line the inside of the shower, but I have a hard time appreciating it at the moment. I’m too busy eyeing the man in front of me. He is a good foot taller than me, his chest so large it seems like it’s permanently puffed out. His upper arms are the size of my thighs, and his hands could easily wrap around my entire throat.
Uncertainty worms its way through my body. Did I just make a deal with the devil? He said he wouldn’t hurt me, but can I believe him? Can I trust him so easily?
“Get the washcloth and put some soap on it. I want you to wash me.” I stare at the washcloth hanging on a hook like it’s a foreign object. “All of me,” he specifies.
Nodding, I take the cloth and squirt some soap on it like instructed. The fresh masculine scent fills my nose as I tentatively bring the rag to Alaric’s stomach and start to rub it over his skin. Soap bubbles form as I drag it up across his hair-covered chest and over his shoulders while the running water washes it away almost immediately.
“Is this your kink? Me washing you?”
“No.” The sound of his deep laughter echoing around the room takes me by surprise. “Not that, but I do like your hands on me.”
Besides the occasional muscle twitching, he stands completely still while I wash his entire upper body. That changes as soon as I lower myself to my knees. I look up at him through my lashes and notice his chest puffing up, making him look impossibly big. I feel like a dwarf in front of a giant, hoping not to get crushed.
While on my knees, I tentatively start running the cloth over each of his legs. His large thighs flex every time I get even close to his cock, which I’m definitely saving for last. After both of his legs, I reach around and do his taut ass cheeks. He groans, the sounds vibrating through my body, and I can’t help imagining what his ass looks like while he takes me.
I shut down my dirty thoughts as my face turns red. I drop the washcloth to the ground, knowing I won’t need it for what's to come next.
My eyes finally land on the iron rod between his legs, which I have been trying to avoid. It looks painfully swollen, making me feel a little guilty that I haven't helped him relieve this.
“I want you to jerk me off, and when I’m ready to come, you’re going to close your eyes and open your mouth so I can come all over your pretty face.”
Swallowing hard, I nod slightly and follow his command. I wrap my small hand around his swollen shaft and start to stroke up and down his length. He groans and thrusts his hips into my hand so slightly, I’m not sure he is aware of doing it.
“Do you even know how hard you make me? Pretending you don’t know what you are doing. Use both hands, sugar. Jerk me like you mean it.”
Again, I do what he says. Using both of my hands, I stroke him hard. His groans get louder, and his body starts twitching while my knees are aching and my arms are starting to get tired.
“Fuck. I’m already ready to come. Close your eyes, open your mouth, and stick your tongue out,” he orders, and I obey.
A moment later, his cock swells in my hands. He stills, and ropes of sticky cum hit my face. Some gets into my mouth, making me cringe at the salty taste it leaves on my tongue.
“Swallow it,” he demands, his voice rough and gravelly. “Then lick my cock clean.”
Without questioning him, I swallow, then stick my tongue out and run it over his skin, licking him clean of the leftover cum.
A small voice in the back of my head tells me what I’m doing is wrong. I shouldn't let him boss me around like this. But then there's this other voice, the more depraved part of me, that knows this is exactly what I want. I want him to take control, to tell me what to do. I want to please him.
“Good girl,” Alaric praises as I get back on my feet. “I’d like to do the same for you right now, but unfortunately, that will have to wait. I have somewhere to go, and if I start eating that sweet pussy of yours now, I know I’ll miss my meeting.”
I try to hide my disappointment, but the deep chuckle coming from him tells me I wasn’t able to. I quickly wash my hair and body before rinsing off. Alaric steps out of the shower and dries himself off. When I step out, he holds up a fluffy white towel to wrap me up in.
