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“You don’t have to be so rough,” I breathed, but I enjoyed the reckless treatment and the way he pressed my back against his massive bulge.
“You’re mine. I can handle you however I wish.”
“Do you really want to do this, now? With this girl’s blood on me?”
“No. I’m here to help you clean up.”
I laughed casually.
“I just can’t stop touching you and feeling how warm you are down there.” He let me go and reached for a washcloth in the cabinet.
“Come here.” He ordered me to the sink and washed my hands and arms of blood. “I want to try something a little different today.”
“Really?” I said, curious with a touch of fear.
“Come to my bath instead.”
“The shower is enough to clean me.”
He flung me over his shoulder like a sack and carried me down the hall until we entered his enormous bedroom with a bed so big I would have to leap onto. We passed the inviting bed and went down another shorter hallway within his private chambers until we reached a very large floor bath that looked like one of those ancient roman bath houses. The water was already filled to the brim, steaming, and waiting. In one swift movement Thorsten snatched up a large lavender ball and tossed it in the center of the pool causing the water to fizz into scented lavender water. I wanted to get in the water on my own, but he didn’t let me go until we were in his bath. The earth-colored stone tile on the floor and walls were beautiful. On the walls were paintings of a beautiful woman pouring water into a tub.
He removed my tunic, tossing it somewhere, and quickly removed his wet clothes. I looked like a child looking up attheir parent. He was so much taller and bigger than me. I felt vulnerable in his presence, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
I thought he would want me to straddle him again, but he lifted me immediately and pressed my back to the pool's walls.
Once again, I thought we would frot against the wall as we had done the night before, but he had other plans. He coated his hand with the oval-shaped bar of soap and reached into the water, his finger finding my hole.
“Thorsten…” I gasped.
“I’ll prepare you as much as I can, but I need you.”
“And if I say no?” I asked, thinking of that massive cock of his fitting inside.
“I’ll stop.” He slipped a finger inside, inch by inch. My body gave way a little at a time until I could feel his knuckles against my ass.
He kept it there, my body adjusting more, squeezing and contracting around the digit. My cock was so hard it pressed against my stomach.
I gripped his broad shoulders as he began fucking me with his finger. “Oh my Gods.”
“You’re doing much better than I thought.” He purred. “I admit, the very thought of my cock making you cry is turning me on.”
“Sicko.” I breathed, my hips pumping. I was getting used to his finger.
“Then why has your little fellow come out to play?” He used his free hand to boop the head of my cock.
“Shut up.” I laughed; the heat of his touch was unbearable.
He used more soap and worked another finger at my entrance.
“Wait!” I nearly climbed him like a tree. “Are you sure about this?!”
“You’re doing fine.”
“Fuck you, you’re just saying that.”
He brought me back down into the warm water and squeezed the other finger inside.
I moaned.
