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The bra and panties weren’t mine either and he tore them off next. He wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t want him to be. I needed his roughness. I needed to feel his touch on my bare skin, so I forgot everything that had happened today.
He ripped my panties off with wild abandon, fueled by my needy cries of aroused agony. My pussy throbbed hot, scalded by the tearing of the lace before he shredded the thin cloth of my bra. He captured my nipples in his hands and twisted them impossibly hard, causing me to cry out and arch into his touch. His palms cupped around my breasts and unexpectedly, he stilled.
“Come. It is not yet time for that yet,” he murmured, and I whined softly in disappointment as I tried to pull him back closer to me. Quickly, he whirled me around and smacked my bottom hard twice. The sting was sharp, and it caught me off guard, but it was enough to make me pause.
“Don’t you worry, my pretty bride. You’ll get what’s coming to you, but I need to make sure you’re not hurt before I punish that gorgeous little body of yours,” he growled, and my pussy squeezed tight in raw anticipation.
“Punish?” I asked in a hushed whisper.
“Oh, yes, kitten. I have plans for that naughty bottom that will leave you very sore. I want you to think about that as I bathe you and inspect every beautiful inch of you,” he scolded, and I whimpered almost inaudibly. He turned away and started filling the tub with water. He poured a number of soaps and scented oils into it. Without another word, he turned back to me and started running his hands all over my skin.
“You’ve cut your shoulder, but it isn’t particularly deep. I’ll have to clean that, but we can bandage that, and it’ll heal good as new,” he observed. His touch was warm, almost clinical. “Did anyone touch you?” he growled, and I quickly shook my head.
“No, sir. I’m still yours,” I quipped.
“That’s right, kitten. You’ll always be mine,” he said firmly, and an aroused shiver raced down my spine. A soft smile edged at the corners of my lips.
His hands slid along my breasts and my torso.
“You will tell me if anything hurts to the touch,” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
He ran his fingers up and down my arms. He was careful to avoid the injury on my shoulder, but nothing else was particularly painful aside from a few other scratches.
“Sit down on the edge of the tub. I need to take a look at your feet, kitten,” he instructed gently as he offered me a hand. I took it.
I heard him suck in a breath.
“You’ve got several cuts on the bottoms of your feet, sweetheart,” he murmured.
Someone knocked on the door. Grayson’s face was tense for a moment before he realized it was just a crewmember with an open bottle of red wine and a glass.
“Put it down on the table. Pour it for her,” he instructed, and the woman nodded curtly. She put the platter down on a small side table by the tub. After she finished filling the glass, she quickly made her way out of the bathroom and I heard the door shut, indicating that she’d left the master suite.
“Come now. Let’s get you clean, then I’ll take care of your injuries,” he said. Slowly, he guided me into the bathtub, and I sighed with pleasure as the warm water embraced me.
He took all the wayward bobby pins out of my hair and shook it out before he shampooed and conditioned it. There was no rush to his movements, just a caring thoroughness that made my heart pound with adoration. Next, he ran a soft washcloth over my skin. He was exceedingly gentle with my shoulder. His other hand massaged the back of my head while he ran a little bit of so
ap over it, soothing me even when a frisson of sudden pain caused me to draw in a breath.
“I’m almost done, kitten,” he promised, and I relaxed once more. He washed and rinsed the rest of my body until it was finally time to deal with my feet.
“Lean back and lift them out of the water for me. This part may hurt a bit, but I have to make sure I get all the dirt out so the scratches can heal properly. I’m sorry. Be strong for me, kitten,” he said gently, his regret raw.
With a soft whimper, I did as he asked. He started working on my right foot first and I closed my eyes, knowing that he was right. I sucked in a breath as a sharp pinch caught me off guard, but it quickly faded.
“There now, this one isn’t so bad. The sole is pretty scratched up, but a few small bandages and some antiseptic should handle that just fine,” he observed.
He moved onto the left foot next. His work on this one didn’t take as long and in no time at all, he’d finished.
“That one isn’t quite as scratched up as your right,” he added, and he smiled warmly before he handed me the glass of wine. “Here, I want you to enjoy this. After you’re finished, I’ll bandage you up and then the two of us are going to bed.”
“But I…” I began, and he shook his head, cutting me off before I could finish. My pussy pulsed greedily, and I pouted.
“I know what you want, kitten, but that’s not what you need tonight. You need to get some rest. I will deal with that naughty bottom tomorrow,” he said. There was a dangerous edge to his tone, and I swallowed hard.
Did I want to know what he meant? Was this the time that curiosity would kill the cat?
