Page 34 of Baited

Because I’m scared at what might happen if it does. I’ve already gone beyond my brief with this massive gladiator, and at the same time, I’ve only done what any other pleasure worker would have done with him. My head and my heart are at war with each other, so my top and knickers stay firmly on.

Blayn is entirely naked and looking on in anticipation as I remove my clothing. An anticipation which turns to disappointment as I slip into the shallow end of the bathing pool and beckon him to get in too. He snorts and wades in until his knees buckle, and he drops under the warm water before swirling onto his back and floating there with literallyeverythingon show.

I squirm, heating up from the inside as Blayn swishes his wings in the water, then suddenly ducks under, and as I gasp and splutter looking for him, he surfaces right next to me with an eruption of water which soaks the rest of me.

“You should be naked,” he says grumpily.

“Is that going to help you get clean?” I say, wiping the water from my face and wringing out my hair.

Blayn sinks down under the water with his brow furrowed.

“Yes?” he volunteers.

I shake my head and attempt to hide a smile.

“Hold out your left wing,” I order him. “Let me see what I can do.”

Blayn narrows his eyes and then slowly extends his wing to me. Even though he’s been in the water, some of his main feathers, the long ones, nearly the height of me, remain stuck together.

“No soap,” he says. “Not good for feathers.”

Do I detect a hint of mischief in his tone? When I look into his eyes, there’s no indication of his emotions.

“Okay.” I rub the silky smooth membranes between my fingers and thumbs at the point where the gunk coats them.

Blayn makes a low, guttural noise in his throat.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“Y-yes,” he hisses.

I go back to my work and the noises continue. When I risk a peek at him, his eyes are half closed and he’s trying not to put his hands under the water.

I can see why, because below the surface, his cocks are hard and leaking pre-cum in a white cloud.

“Are you enjoying this, Blayn?” I ask him cheekily.

“Bath,” he says, and there’s a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. Then his stunning dark eyes open, and he fixes me with them. “Mate.”

“I guess I am your bath mate,” I reply, and in a move a creature who was as sick as Blayn should not be able to execute, I’m caged against the side by a very aroused, very interested gladiator.

Blayn’s muscles ripple, the water sluicing from his feathers as he inspects me, eyes blazing.

“This”—he uses his claws to pluck at my top—“needs to go. I want to see all of you.”

Before I can do anything, even take a breath, he rips it away with his teeth, the fangs scraping over my skin, and while I should not be reacting at all, my entire body pulses at his touch.

My top half is bared for him, and his interested look reappears, his movements slow, deliberate, and calm as he runs a knuckle down from my clavicle to the peak of one nipple.

“These look delicious.” He traces a claw around the tight peak which strains towards him as the point of his claw scrapes in a haze of pain and pleasure. “I’m going to taste.”

Blayn dips his head, water swirling as he latches on to the sensitive nub, his rough tongue, the one which brought me to a climax not so long ago, lapping at my nipple as his hand dips below the surface to pluck away my knickers and delve in deep.

I am caught, utterly caught by this huge gladiator who is playing my body like he’s done this all his life, not just for a few hours, making grunts of delight as he plucks me and winds me up to completion.

“Izzy,” he murmurs. “I want to put my cocks in you again.”

I clutch at his hair and the shoulder of his closest wing as he brings me so close to the edge. “But we’ll get stuck again,” I say, hoarsely.

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