Page 52 of Minding the Minotaur
She nods. “It’s felt like a big day.”
“A big two weeks.” I nuzzle the shell of her ear. “How about I run you a bath?”
She smiles tremulously through her tears. “I’d love that, Arlo.”
“A pamper package for my minder.” I chuckle. “And I’llbe with you the whole time, so you don’t have to worry about me escaping.”
“We sure are rewriting the rule book.” She laughs.
“There is no rule book. Okay, go take off your kit and I’ll run the bath in my en suite,” I say, gently untangling myself from her. I watch her go to her room with a lighter step and a little smile hovering on her lips.
When she joins me ten minutes later, I’ve put rose petals in the bath and lit candles all round the sides. She’s wrapped in just a towel, and as she stands before me, she lets it pool at her feet. I let out a long exhale as I gaze at her luminescent pale skin, her beautiful bodacious body, the curve of her hips and thighs, the nestle of blonde hair at the apex, hiding that jewel between her legs. Her tits, their big pink swollen nipples erect, are just begging for my mouth.
I salivate. It makes no difference that I had such a huge release at the clinic. My cock is expanding, thickening. My balls hang heavy in the loose tracksuit pants and start to ache with longing.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” she murmurs, eyes inviting.
“If I got in that tub, the water would be over the sides and not in the bath,” I laugh.
She pouts.
“Don’t worry babe, I will be right here, looking after you. Your willing slave.”
“And prisoner.”
I flick the lock. “Now who’s imprisoned? Don’t want Tippy interrupting us.”
She laughs. “At least take these off, let me see you.” She tugs at my loose pants.
I slide them off and she sighs as she sees my cock standing out like a fucking tent pole. She reaches for my member, but before her little hands can wreak havoc, I swing her up and plonk her in the bath with a splash.
She squeals, then slaps her hand over her mouth. Above it, her eyes dance. I’m so happy that her bleak mood has passed.
I reach for the special bath lotion I always use.
“May I?” I ask, squeezing some into my big palm and holding it out to her.
“That smells divine, what is it?”
“Minotaur milk balm. Specially made to soften and lubricate skin.”
“Sounds like you’ve tried it on other girls, eh.” She says it lightly, but I see a little light of worry in her eyes.
“Nope, I haven’t.” It’s the truth—I’ve never wanted to pamper another female like this. “There’ve been no other girls for a while, to be honest.” I look at her gravely. “Since this job started, I’ve needed to preserve my seed, so that kind of inhibited my lifestyle. Couldn’t afford to spill a drop. But now… I feel different.”
“Ah—” She closes her eyes and hums as I massage the milky lotion onto her skin, over her breasts. My breath catches as her nipples turn into hard little peaks. “That’s nice.” I’m not sure if she means my hands, or my words.
I smooth the lotion lower, rub it on her belly, and she moans and arches out of the water. I spread it around her thighs in circles and let it pool, cloudy in the water. The air smells of flowers, of springtime—or how we all imagine springtime to be. I scoop a handful of the slippery, milky liquid and cup it between her legs. She opens up, lifting her ass out of the water, and I see her clit, swollen and pink, like the perfect rosebud glistening in her slit.
I stroke the lotion on and around it with firm, soft movements and she moans, lips parted, eyes closed.
I watch her face and see the little fleeting expressions, tiny frowns, hear her gasps and sighs of pleasure as her lips part. I focus on stroking her clit, then ease a thick digit inside her and massage the velvet wet darkness, knowing I’ve found thesensitive spot on her inner walls as she bears down on my finger and her sweet cunt flutters.
I kiss her lips, and her tongue searches for mine and thrusts against it just as her pussy is thrusting onto my finger. I rub the same rhythm on her clit as I do inside her with the pad of my thumb, increasing the tempo and grunting as my own desire increases.
I press my throbbing cock against the side of the cool bath, trying to calm it down.
She’s breathing faster, shallower, little whines escape her, and I bend my head and capture them with my kisses, speeding up the stroke of my fingers until her butt is arching up and down in the water, making deliciously lewd slapping sounds, and she clings to the side of the bath with clawed fingers.
