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I sighed and moved to the side of the tub, undoing the buttons of the waistcoat I’d been given. Honestly, being put down by Dmitri and having my ass fucked was a small price to pay for a warm bath with fragrant soap.
Dmitri fetched a bar of lilac-smelling soap from the cabinet Mia had gestured to earlier. By the time I’d removed my clothes and shoes and approached the tub, he’d already sunk into the water and started scrubbing his arms and chest, as though he couldn’t wait for me to do it for him. The water in the tub immediately turned slightly murky.
“Stop right there,” he said once I’d stepped into the tub but before I sat down. We were in close proximity, and as I faltered a bit and sat awkwardly on the edge of the tub, gripping it on either side of my hips so I didn’t fall out, my groin was right at Dmitri’s eye level. He smirked and said, “You’re not good for much, but you are something to look at.”
I blinked, feeling humiliated, but also confused. I didn’t think I was particularly attractive. Not like Jace or Conrad. Or even Orel. All of my friends were handsome in their own ways, but I had always considered myself painfully ordinary. My hair was just brown, I was stringy instead of brawny, and I didn’t think there was anything particularly interesting about my face. But my face wasn’t what Dmitri was interested in.
“Legs apart so I can see what I like,” Dmitri said with a wry grin as he continued to scrub himself.
Hesitantly, I did as he asked, parting my legs wide so he had a good view of my cock and balls, and also a teasing hint of everything behind my balls.
“That’s more like it,” Dmitri said on a groan, leaning back against the other edge of the tub. “Now, play with yourself so I can see you hard and dripping for it.”
I sighed, knowing full well he wouldn’t let me come. I dipped my hand into the warm water first, then grasped the base of my cock with my wet hand. I hadn’t had the time or the tools to shave my body hair, as had become the fashion with the Sons, during my two months in the forest, and honestly, I didn’t particularly like the itchy feeling of my pubic hair. Not after so long without it. It did add to the sensations that assaulted me as I stroked my cock and made myself hard for Dmitri.
“Yes, that’s it, pup,” Dmitri said, washing his hairy legs while he watched me with a smirk. “You’ve got a nice cock on you.”
My brow flew up and I stopped stroking for a moment. “Was that actually a compliment?” I asked, my voice thick with sarcasm.
A moment later, heat rushed through me. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, only to think it.
Dmitri laughed, though whether at my snark or for the way I hunched sheepishly after, I didn’t know. “You’ve a mouth on you after all,” he said. “Come over here and put that mouth to good use.”
I hesitated. He couldn’t actually expect me to blow him when we were in a bathtub, could he? I’d drown.
I moved anyhow, the appeal of the warm water and the bar of soap Dmitri held a little too much of a temptation. Dmitri handed me the soap, then pulled me flush against him as soon as I was close enough for him to hook me around the waist. I nearly dropped the soap when he crushed my hips against his, bringing our cocks and balls into contact. He was hard, which didn’t surprise me.
What did surprise me was the way he clamped one hand behind my head and forced me in for a kiss. My brow flew up in surprise, and I actually dropped the soap as his mouth slanted over mine. I was so shocked that I gave him the opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth.
I hadn’t been kissed since that night Ludvig and I had decided to go our own ways romantically, and even then, Ludvig hadn’t used his tongue. Dmitri’s mouth wasn’t entirely fresh, but neither was mine. I didn’t know what do to with the demanding kiss. I didn’t like Dmitri, and kissing was something I reserved for people I liked.
Just as I was resigning myself to let Dmitri have what he wanted, he gave up and shoved me back with a disappointed look. “Are you frigid?” he asked.
“What?” I balked, jerking back. “No.”
He should have been able to tell that from the way my cock pressed against his.
Dmitri frowned and huffed. “You could have fooled me. Now, find that soap and wash my hair. Then wash yourself, you’re disgusting.”
His words were meant to humiliate me and make me feel bad.
They worked.
I scrambled to search for the soap I’d dropped, hopelessness pressing down on me. By the time I found it, Dmitri had repositioned himself and scooped handfuls of water to wet his hair. He shifted to put his back to me, and I wet his hair a bit more, then scrubbed the bar of soap through it.
For an act that was so intimate, I felt more distant from Dmitri than I’d ever felt from anyone. A part of me, just a small part, wished that I had the sort of personality that would let me fall in love with my captor, like Conrad had with Dushka. There were many things about Dmitri that would have made him an exciting lover. His body was hard and inviting. He had a brash way about him that a lot of my friends would admire. He was dangerous and ruthless, which would have appealed to so many of the wolves I knew.
But he wasn’t for me, and I knew it. I might not have known what I wanted or where I fit, but Dmitri wasn’t it.
I got his hair as clean as I could, then worked the pump so that he could stick his head under the water’s flow to rinse it. Once that was done, he shoved me to the other side of the tub while he leaned back and watched me scrub myself.
It was weird having someone watch me bathe, particularly when I knew they had so much power over me.
“What do I need to know to make it through this ridiculous meeting with Magnus and Jorgen Iceblade with my head still attached to my body?” Dmitri asked as I rubbed the soap over my legs, thighs, and groin while trying not to make it look like I was pleasuring myself.
Dmitri’s question made me stop for a second and look up at him.
I debated what I should say. Part of me wanted to be honest and tell him there was no way he would leave Good Port alive. Not now that Magnus had him within his grasp. He was a dead man, and he might as well get used to it.
