Page 12 of Veil of Shadows

Then, as he went back to playing with my hair, his soothing voice filled the space around us.

“Now, are you brave enough to let me finish washing you?” he asked.

“God, yes,” I said breathlessly.

It wasn’t until about halfway down my back that I realized he was braiding my hair. I sat there in the perpetually warm bath water, relishing the way his hands massaged my scalp after he piled the massive braid on top of my head into a bun. His hands caressed me. Soap lathered against my skin and bubbles popped with the water that rushed along my skin. I felt his hands everywhere on me as he turned me and tweaked me how he wanted.

“Turn around and give me those legs.”

“Here, let’s massage these feet really quickly.”

“There we go, clean armpits.”

“Yes, we even have to wash your ears.”

He was the first man to touch every part of me. He left no crevice unwashed, including the space beneath my heavy-hanging breasts. He lifted them gingerly, and I watched his hands palm my tits as he scrubbed beneath them. My puckered peak slipped through the slats of his fingers, blaring like a fucking stoplight as he scrubbed my skin.

He slipped his hands down my stomach.

“Hook those legs over the tub for me, sweet girl,” he whispered against the shell of my ear.

My eyes fluttered closed as heat broke out between my thighs. I lifted my right leg out of the tub and crooked it over the edge, slowly raising my left one as well. Dom’s hand slipped beneath my knees, helping me to settle my legs over the edge of the copper tub. His hands returned to my body as my head fell back. I moaned softly up to the ceiling as the hand that gripped the washcloth disappeared beneath the water.

As he scrubbed the spaces between my thighs and groin, my hips bucked softly.

“Dom,” I whispered.

“Mhm?” he hummed against my ear.

“Please.”

He kissed the shell of my ear as the washcloth slipped between my pussy lips. “Please, what?”

I whimpered when the cloth brushed my aching clit. But before I could even part my lips to speak again, his voice found my ear once more.

“A good Dom gives his sub what she wants,” he said as his hands migrated out of the water. “But, a great Dom knows when what she wants isn’t right.”

I swallowed hard. “If… if you need my permission?—.”

He fisted my hair and yanked my head back, causing me to yelp softly.

“Oh!” I squealed.

He glared down at me. “I gave you my word that nothing was happening in this bath house tonight. You’ll quickly come to find that I’m a man of my word, no matter what my touch does to you. You tell me no; I take that seriously. End of story. Got it?”

My eyes danced in between his before I quickly nodded my head. “Got it.”

He raised my head back up and fixed the braided bun on my head. “Good girl.”

I sighed softly at his praise. “I love it when you call me that.”

He chuckled. “I can see that.”

I giggled softly. “So, I have more questions, but my brain is mush. Can we talk more about this later?”

“We can talk about it whenever you want.”

The question flies out of my mouth before I can catch it. “And if I don’t want to talk?”

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