“Good. Now put your whole body into it. Watch me.”
Again, he showed me what he wanted, although the person holding his wrist was purely imaginary.
It went on like this for a good twenty minutes before he was satisfied I’d gotten it. Even then, I’d only been able to free my wrist twice.
“You’ll get it, Anna. It just takes some time and practice. Plus, if you ever have to use it, your assailant won’t have the advantage of knowing it’s coming.”
I nodded but didn’t say anything. Stephan hadn’t taken his eyes off me the entire time, and it was beginning to make me think I wasn’t doing what I was supposed to do.
“One more thing, then we’ll call it a night. Stephan, wrap your arms around her waist from behind.”
Stephan pulled me tight against him. I could feel every inch of him. Closing my eyes, I relaxed. If I fell, he would catch me.
For the next half hour, Brad tried to show me how to run the side of my foot down the front of Stephan’s leg and stomp on his foot. I couldn’t do it, though. No matter how many assurances both of them gave me, I couldn’t hurt Stephan. I couldn’t.
Stephan finally called an end to it, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “Go wait for me in the bathroom. I’m going to see Brad out.”
I hurried into his bathroom and removed my clothes.
Not sure what to do with myself while I waited, I sat down on the bench. I knew he must have wanted to talk to Brad alone, or he wouldn’t have sent me in here.
The sound of running water made me look up. Stephan stood beside the large tub completely naked. He was leaning over, testing the temperature of the water. “I thought we’d try something a little different tonight.”
“Okay.”
“When was the last time you had a bath, Brianna?” he asked, walking to stand in front of me.
He offered his hand. I took it and stood.
“Not since I was with my mom.”
“None when you were older? A teenager?”
“No.”
Stephan glanced down, heat in his eyes. Warmth pooled between my thighs.
He ran his hand from my neck, down between my breasts, over my stomach, and then down between my legs. I jerked at the contact. Stephan smiled.
Lowering his mouth to mine, he rubbed his hand back and forth between my folds. He used his other hand to massage my breast. Every now and then, he’d take my nipple between his fingers and pull, causing almost an electric shock directly beneath where his other hand was rubbing. I held on to his arms, trying not to lose my balance. His hands felt so good. They always did. It was easy to forget everything else when he touched me like this.
“Mmm. I think our bath is ready,” he whispered against my lips. I swayed from the loss of contact as he stepped back, but he steadied me.
The warm water engulfed us as we lowered ourselves into the bath. He sat behind me, much as he had on the floor the previous two nights. A shiver ran through me.
“Are you cold?”
“No.”
He kissed my shoulder and then leaned back. “Place your hands behind my neck and lace your fingers together.” I did what he asked. “Good girl. Keep them there.”
I took a deep breath and nodded.
The position caused my breasts to jut out, and Stephan placed his hands on top of both of them. He began kneading and pulling on them. At first, it was gentle, but soon there wasn’t anything soft about it. The strange thing was it felt good.
“Your tits are absolute perfection, Brianna.”
He took hold of both of my nipples, pinching and pulling at the same time. I arched my back, not sure if I wanted more or if I wanted him to stop. Pressure built between my legs. How was this happening?