Page 288 of Mayhem and Minnie

She pouts.

“But I was talking to?—”

“Don’t fucking say you were talking to my dick or I’m going to lose it.”

“But I was,” she protests, her expression the picture of innocence.

Goddamn it all to hell. This is too much, even for my herculean restraint.

“Minnie, you need to wash the demon grime off you.”

“Can’t I do it a bit later?” She gives me a smile.

I shake my head.

“Now.”

“But your?—”

That’s it.

I give up.

Swooping her in my arms, I carry her to the bathroom. I rip the dress off her body—it’s torn anyway. She’s left in her bra and underwear, and I step into the shower with her. I turn on the cold water—the only remedy for me at this point, no matter how much I might hate it—and I start washing Minnie’s body.

Minnie whines and pouts and wiggles to get out, but eventually, I get her to stay still so I can carefully scrub her clean.

“Calm down, you dirty little girl,” I say with a chuckle when she struggles to leave while I soap her body.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she cries out.

“Because you need to be clean. Remember our deal?”

“But, Marlowe?—”

“No. This is out of the question. Now sit down so I can wash your hair.”

She looks as if she’s about to argue, but eventually, sits down on the shower floor so I can shampoo her hair.

It’s grimy and dirty and a little tangled. I take my time lathering it in shampoo, then slowly detangling it as I rinse that off.

All the while, she has a pout on her face as she mutters something under her breath.

“What is it with you and water? You’re a goddess princess. Shouldn’t royals wash more often?”

She shrugs.

“It’s wet,” she mumbles.

“It’s water, Minnie. Of course it’s wet.”

She screws up her face in disgust but stops trying to run away.

I rinse her hair thoroughly before washing her body again.

This time, she holds her hands up and stands still, letting me do the work.

To say it’s torture to have her semi-naked and at my mercy like this is an understatement. Especially since I get to touch all parts of her body.