Page 33 of Born in Depravity

I clutched her chin with two fingers.

“Either hold still or I’m going to tie you down while I bathe you,” I said.

I would make good on that threat, too. A part of me wished she would fight me. I liked nothing more than to see her helpless.

But she went slack, wrapping her arms around her legs as tears formed in her eyes but didn’t fall. I gave her this moment to hide.

I turned on the water, making sure it was warm. Catalina closed her eyes.

When it was filled up enough, I grabbed some of the girly shampoo and body wash I’d randomly grabbed at the store and I began to bathe her.

I pulled on her legs until she was stretched out in the tub and I washed her hair. She held still for me so beautifully.

I rinsed away the shampoo before I squirted some body wash on a clean cloth and ran it over her body.

I had never bathed anyone before.

I was surprised to find this was both relaxing and so fuckinghard.

She tensed when I got to her nipples. They grew stiff from my attention and my mouth watered with the urge to taste them, to see if they were as sweet as they looked.

I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and her eyes shot open. She looked at me, moving her hand to my wrist, as if she thought to pull it away.

I clamped down and she let out a small gasp, her face contorting with both pleasure and pain.

“Fuck, anyone ever tell you what pretty tits you have?”

She didn’t answer me, and I never expected her to.

Her skin turned red. I smiled, moving my hand down her body from her sternum to her navel, where I let my finger gently trace circles around it.

She crossed her legs when I moved south.

I slapped the outside of her thigh and she let out a startled cry.

“Open your legs,kotyonok.”

She waited a beat, before finally she spread her legs—marginally. I ran my finger through the lips of her sex, cleaning her there.

And I was thorough.

Her toes curled and she bit her lip as if to keep from making any noise, and I leaned down and kissed the side of her head while I played with her.

My finger sought her clit before I rubbed the small bundle of nerves slowly, building up her pleasure.

She closed her eyes as I watched her.

She was exquisite and I wondered how we were ever supposed to let her go when she finally fulfilled her purpose.

I shook away the thought and focused back on her. Her hands clenched into tight fists by her sides under the water and I took my time to observe her. I wondered if she had ever come before. How badly I wanted to be the first one to make it happen.

Never had I felt so out of control, and over this slip of a girl. And I didn’t like it one bit.

Irritation moved through me, and I leaned back until I was no longer touching her.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. Her lips were swollen and there was a glassy quality to her eyes that was driving me insane.

Without another word, I stood up and walked out the room.

Fuck. Me.

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