This is the second installment of the series The Merchant. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years old and older.
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Elora relished the warmth of the bathwater. She sunk deeper in the deep tub. She asked Ronan to use his bathing chamber in his cabin. She grabbed the russet-colored rag that was on the side and began to lather it with soap. The velvety suds she created bloomed its scent. It smelled like Ronan, like citrus and pine. Her thoughts drifted to what ended her in this tub as she lathered her body.
A layer of sweat over her body, ropes of cum on her face, and his scent on her skin. He invited her to stay for dinner after their pure bliss of him gripping onto the back on her neck to hold in place as he used her face for release.
She was surprised by how much she loved it. Her curiosity and the darkened look in his eye when he invited her to stay for dinner made her mind go empty, thinking of the possibilities of where the night would go and what else he could help her explore. She lathered the suds over her cinnamon-brown nipples; she pinched the sensitive nub as she thought about what it would be like for him to bite down on them. That thought rippled down to her core.
She relished the last moments of warmth of the bath before she rose and carefully stepped out of the washing basin. She wrapped her body with a thick towel that rested on the table in the washing room. The towel was warm, like it was sitting it the summer sun and she felt its cushioned softness under her fingers' grip. She tightly wrapped the towel around her body and secured it by tucking it at the top. She realized she did not bring her clothes into the washing chamber with her and would need to see him again in a tightly wound towel that left little to the imagination.
Elora stepped out of the washing chamber and Ronan saw her as he was walking to bring her some of his clothes to wear. Their eyes met. Something kindled inside him when he saw her wrapped in his towel. There was a deep slit where the slightly small towel showed the swell of her thigh. Her lips were still swollen from sucking his cock, and the flush on her cheeks from her bath made him think about how he wanted to fuck her next. The thought coursed through his body, and he fought the urge to do away with the flimsy towel she wrapped her body with and to pin her to the wall and drive his cock into her. He stopped his thoughts that would urge him to do just that. "I brought you some clothes. Something more comfortable." He gestured with the bundle of fabric in his hand.
"Oh, thank you. I was just going to wear my clothes."
"Hmmm, I think this will be more comfortable."
"You don't have to do that..." She started.
"I want to. These are more comfortable...It's the least I can do after you made such a pretty little mess on yourself for me." He said with the corners of his mouth turning up. Her breath got caught in her throat.
Her breath caught in her throat trapping. She couldn't even think of a response she could muster.
"Do you like getting covered in cum, baby girl?" he said with a step closer to her. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating off of him. Her wet skin and small towel craved the warmth.
Elora looked under her eyelashes demurely. "Umm...yes...I liked it when you did it." She said shyly.
"Did what?" he said with a growl.
"I liked it...when you covered me in cum. In your cum."
He hummed with satisfaction. He firmly gripped her chin and tilted her head up to lay a soft kiss on her lips. His lip skimmed her bottom lip as if promising, 'I'll make sure you beg for the dirty things we do' He gripped her waist with his other hand and slowly brought it down to the swell of her ass. "Dinner is ready when you are." He said with a firm squeeze.
She was flushed as she closed the door. She let the towel drop to the floor as she unfolded the tunic. Her mind racing from the kiss, his hands, his words. 'Pretty little mess' she replayed in her head. The tunic was soft and light. While this would have been a generous fit on Ronan, it felt like a nightgown on her. The tunic was as long on her as the towel she just had on. There was a deep v down the middle where her full breasts peeked through, and the faint hint of her brown nipples could be seen through the shirt.
She walked out of the bathroom. Still flushed from his words, and realization that she was wearing nothing but his tunic. No undergarments, she now registered as she came into the living quarters to find him pouring a bottle of mead into two glasses. He ushered her into a seat, bending over the table slightly, he tucked the chair underneath her. As she settled into her seat, Elora watched him walk to his chair.
He wore a smug, smoldered look on his face. His golden skin seemed to glow under the candlelight. She looked at her plate. Only then she realized how hungry she was. Her mouth watered as she cut into the tender roasted Cornish hen. She lathered her next bite of meat with a smear of mashed potatoes. The herbs sang in her mouth. She ate bite after bite only taking breaks to take sips of her mead. The honey in the mead wrapped her mouth with warmth and sweetness. A perfect harmony of sweet to cut the savory of her chicken and potatoes. She was nearly done with her plate before realizing they had eaten in silence. Not in uncomfortable silence, but from hunger that was finally satiated.
"Thank you for the meal. You're a very good cook." She finally said.
"Oh, I didn't make this. The innkeeper brought this earlier. I'm glad it's to your liking." He said before bringing his deft fingers to his cup of mead to his lips. He held the caramel brown liquid in his glass up to the candlelight. He eyed her through the distorted view. "Why did you stay?" he said finally meeting her doe brown eyes.
"I'm not sure. Curiosity? I was drawn to this cabin." Elora said as she pulled the tender meat off the bone.
"How so?" he asked. Elora was unable to read his tone. Was he looking for a specific response?
"I'm not sure. I was thinking...I don't remember" she rushed as her cheeks flushed. She could feel the heat rush over her chest and her sex. The mead she emptied from her glass gave her courage. "I was thinking about how I like to be pleasured. I couldn't stop thinking about it."
"Oh really, Elora?" Ronan said with a raised eyebrow. "Tell me more."
If Ronan couldn't she the flush on her cheeks before, he could definitely see it now. He slowly got up from his chair and stalked around the table to stand next to Elora. "Well.." she started. "I was thinking about it. And I felt like I was in a trance. And next thing I know I was in your entrance way. Like an answer...to my need." She said with a whisper.
"What was your need, babygirl?" He said lowly.
"I wanted to feel pleasure. And to...give it to.", she said.
"How do you like to be pleasured?" his eyes darkened as he looked down at her. He brought his broad, warm hand to cup the back of her neck. He tugged gently at the nape of her neck so she had to look up from where she was sitting at his table.
She let out of huskily. That throaty voice made his balls tighten. "I don't know how to say it..." she started.
"Without sounding like a cumslut?" he finished when she trailed off.
Elora made that flustered face again. Her eyes glassy and bright from the mead. Her full, fuckable lips slightly parted. "Yes...I usually just let the men I've been with take control. Use me".
