By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie awoke with a start. This was a shock in itself, as usually for her the transition from sleep to waking was a slow, drifting affair filled with vague half-dreams which vanished as soon as she opened her eyes. This time she went from sweet non-existence to wide-eyed alertness with a gasp and inadvertently tried to sit up...
...Only to have every joint and muscle in her body shriek with pain and stiffness, and she groaned out loud as she fell back and attempted to remain completely still in order to calm her raging nerve-ends. She closed her eyes, and in an instant everything that had happened the night before came rushing back into her mind. Oh god, the things she had done, and said; the things she had allowed him to...begged him to do to her!
Eyes still shut, she carefully lifted her hand to touch the collar around her neck, and was ashamed to feel a rush of heat between her legs. Tears began to leak from under her eyelids. What had happened to her? How had she gone from being Marie, a nice, ordinary college student with a few kinky fantasies—all right, a lot of kinky fantasies—to this? In the space of two days she had completely surrendered herself—her individuality, her will, and every shred of dignity—to become little more than an animal.
His
animal.
Her eyes snapped open and she found herself looking into the blue depths of his eyes. He was leaning on his elbow looking down at her. They looked at each other in silence for a long moment. He brought his hand to her face and gently wiped away the tears with his thumb. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Then he got out of bed.
Marie followed him with her eyes, still not daring to move. He walked, still wearing only his shorts, into what was apparently the bathroom and a moment later Marie heard water running into a bath. She heard the toilet flush.
He came out again and stood by her side of the bed. He crouched down, then knelt and lifted her in his arms as gently as if she were a newborn baby. He stood and effortlessly carried her into the bathroom and carefully placed her on the toilet. He remained standing in front of her, folded his arms and looked at her expectantly.
Marie fidgeted uncomfortably. It felt very strange to be sitting on the toilet totally naked, and she was suddenly self-conscious. He'd seen her naked for hours last night, of course, but now, in the bright light of morning, in the brightly-lit bathroom, with him staring at her, it was awful. She could feel herself blushing as she kept her eyes on the floor, her thighs clamped tightly together. She knew she'd peed in front of him the night before, in the parking lot, for God's sake, but at least it had been dark...she didn't think she could do it again. Maybe she could pretend she didn't need to go. But her bladder was aching...
"Look at me." His tone brooked no refusal, and Marie reluctantly met his eyes, not wanting to ruin the pleasure she'd felt last night at being back in his good graces. His eyes were implacable, his face stern and serious. "Put your hands behind your back and spread your legs—and don't make me tell you again," he added.
Miserably, Marie did as she was told, blushing even more as she saw his gaze dart down to her pussy and back to her face. When she was exposed to his liking, he smiled, a bit smugly, she thought, and said, "Now, go."
Marie's body obeyed, to her surprise, and released an embarrassingly loud stream of urine into the toilet. She managed to keep her eyes on his, barely, although she couldn't hold back a little moan of distress as she let him witness this most private of acts. Only a sheer effort of will prevented her from snapping her legs closed the second she was done—instead, she painfully held her position until he indicated the toilet paper with a nod of his head and turned his back.
Thank God,
Marie thought as she finished up. He was testing the bath water, adjusting the faucets, and she stood up to flush, wincing as her sore muscles protested. She was incredibly stiff, and she looked at the huge bathtub with trepidation, wondering how she was going to force her body to climb in. The steaming water looked so deliciously inviting...
Her Master turned back to her, scooped her up, and set her down in the tub all in one smooth motion.
Holy shit, it was hot! Marie struggled frantically to get out of the scalding water, but with her legs weak and sore as they were, it was only too easy for him to hold her down. He watched sweat break out on her forehead as her skin turned pink from the heat. He knew the water wasn't hot enough to burn her, but it had to be uncomfortable. He smiled as he watched her fight to keep quiet, biting her lip to keep from begging him to let her up, whimpering helplessly instead. God, he loved making her suffer like this—loved watching her take it without complaint, knowing she was doing it just for him, to please him.
But the water gradually cooled and soon Marie was relaxing in the soothing warmth, the heat easing the aches in her body. She thought she might die of pleasure when he knelt next to the tub and gently eased her head down into the water to wet her hair, then began to massage shampoo into her scalp.
He washed her all over, running a soapy sponge over every inch of her skin. He made her rise to her hands and knees, then spent long minutes washing her ass and between her legs. He slid soap-slick fingers into her asshole and pussy, loving her moans as his hands reawakened both her soreness and her arousal. He tickled her armpits, pulled her nipples, and gently washed her face, and she stayed still and obedient.
Marie should have felt pampered and relaxed, but the proprietary way he touched her body made her restless and horny instead. She tried to sneak a glance at his crotch, to see if his cock was as hard as she hoped it was, but couldn't see it over the rim of the tub. She realized she was fantasizing about it, couldn't wait to have it inside her again. But if last night had taught her nothing else, at least she knew it was entirely up to him when she got to experience sexual pleasure, and when she'd only get frustration. Her mind churned busily as she tried to come up with a way to make him fuck her, without pissing him off. She pictured him slamming her up against the bathroom wall, driving into her from behind, holding her with his arm across her throat, making her back arch...
"How are you feeling now, princess?"
His voice, interrupting her fantasy, startled her so much that she blurted out, "Oh, God, Sir, I'm so fucking horny!"
He laughed out loud and Marie blushed furiously, then smiled ruefully back at him. He said, "That's not surprising, princess, but I wanted to know how your leg muscles felt."
"Much better, Sir," she said shyly.
"And what did you think about last night?"
He thought she'd respond with her customary hesitation, and was surprised when she leaned back in the tub, stretched luxuriously, and said, "Oh, it was
horrible
." Her sly grin and the way she peeked at him from beneath her eyelashes gave the lie to her words. Her nipples, hard and pink, rose out of the water as she stretched. She was trying to provoke him! "Little brat," he growled, and abruptly pulled the plug, managing not to smile, though his mouth twitched suspiciously.
"Please, Sir, can I wash you now?" Her voice was back to normal, now, appropriately apprehensive, and, in this case, disappointed that the bath was over.
