Page 30 of His to Take

“I can do the rest myself,” I offered.

He laughed like I’d said the funniest thing in the world.

“But you’re not going to,” he insisted. He reached behind my back and unclipped my bra with one swift motion. With care, he grasped each strap and pulled, guiding my bra down my arms gradually. My nipples hardened as he bared me. Reflexively, I rushed to cover myself but stopped when a dark look of warning crossed over his features. I dropped my hands to my sides, and it disappeared.

He slid a knuckle under my chin and lifted my gaze to his.

His look was smoldering and made me melt inside. He didn’t look away as his other hand slid beneath my panties, glancing over the top of my mound, and going further still.

When his fingertips glided down against my dripping flesh, I knew he’d found me wet for him for the second time (although there’d been many more than that he would never know about). His lips turned up in a wicked smirk at his discovery and my pussy clenched. Slowly, he slid his fingers free and pushed my panties down, one side and then the other until they slipped down to my feet. I was just about to step out of them when he lifted me in his arms, leaving my panties in a wispy heap on the floor.

In his arms, I felt like I weighed no more than a child, which was comforting and arousing at the same time, reminding me of his extreme masculinity. He used his foot to push the rest of my clothing aside, carrying me to the tub and very gently lowering me into the water. His arms got wet, but he didn’t let go until my bare bottom settled against the bottom of the big tub. His arm supported me as I lay back against one end.

The soothing, fragrant water enveloped me completely. It was the perfect temperature, not too hot but just enough to melt away all the tension in my muscles. A blissful sigh escaped me.

He sat down on the side of the tub close to my head. His big hands began to knead my sore shoulders, and he worked his fingers into every knot. I groaned, leaning into him and enjoying his strong touch. By the time he finished, I felt like a relaxed puddle of goo.

“A girl could get used to this,” I whispered.

“I’m glad to hear that you’re enjoying yourself,” he replied tenderly. He turned to the side and took my bottle of shampoo into his hands. When I reached to take it from him, he shook his head very subtly and I lowered my arm.

“Wet your hair for me.”

I obeyed him, even though it had felt more like a request than an actual directive. At once, I was rewarded with the tingle-inducing feeling of his fingers against my scalp, massaging and working out every last bit of tension that was left in me. I didn’t really think about the fact that I was naked in front of him again, and he was fully clothed. Again. When his hands were touching me, nothing else mattered.

He shampooed my hair more thoroughly than I had ever done myself. By the time he finally dipped me back to rinse out the shampoo, I felt more relaxed than I ever had in my life.

When he was done with his self-appointed chore, he handed me the glass of wine.

“You will relax in the water for a little while. When I come back, I will wash that beautiful body for you before I condition yourhair,” he directed. My eyes opened wide, embarrassed even as my clit throbbed.

“But I can do that…” I sputtered.

“Do I need to spank you again, little girl?” he interrupted.

I hated that a tiny part of me was screaming yes.

“No sir,” I whispered.

“Then be a good girl and enjoy your bath,” he murmured, his warning still written all over his face, but it seemed softer now. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the telltale pulsing of my clit.

It didn’t work, not even a little bit. To make matters worse, he was looking at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“I will,” I squeaked, doing everything in my power to keep my hands still at my sides. He took one last long look at me before he turned on his heel and walked out the door. He left it open.

With a sigh, I leaned my head back against the porcelain behind me, sinking a bit deeper into the water. The flickering candlelight danced off the ceiling above me. I decided it was quite unexpectedly beautiful.

This whole thing, him drawing me a bath after a long day at the office, the candles, the wine, kissing me, undressing me, bathing me… it felt romantic in a way that was forbidden.

That didn’t stop me from wanting it all the same.

I placed my glass down on the edge of the tub and sank down as far as I could until my chin went just beneath the surface. My entire body felt hot, and it wasn’t from just the water. Eventually, I pushed myself back up when my stomach rumbled.I reached for a piece of meat and cheese, rolling the bite together and popping it into my mouth. I chewed thoughtfully, thinking over what I should do next.

I took a sip of wine, swirled it in the glass and watched it drip down the sides.

Whatever this relationship was or may eventually be, I didn’t want to turn away from it. It was strange and unknown, but it didn’t feel like it was the wrong thing to do. Ryker was sweet, thoughtful, and caring, and it was hard to understand what exactly New Englandia was protecting me from. His belt maybe? Sure, that had hurt like crazy, but what he’d done after had made every painful stroke more than worth it. And there was something about the pain itself, pain at his hands, that excited me in a way I couldn’t put into words.

Eventually, I settled on not thinking about it any further. As much as I wanted to keep turning the situation over in my head, I didn’t know what Ryker really wanted or what his intentions were. The whole thing was a mystery to me, and it didn’t feel like I was in charge of any of it. I didn’t know if this was heading somewhere, or if it would turn out to be nothing more than a casual fling that I would look fondly back on one day in the future.

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