Looking down on her, he hesitates a moment before turning back and proceeding back to the bathroom, finishing dropping the various bottles and other toiletries into the bag. Taking one last look about, he looks for anything he may have missed.
Laying against the bed, her arms tied above her head against the head board, legs tied spread eagle at the foot of the bed, she continues whimpering softly, her tears having ceased, just a soft sniffle every now and then. She looks up to him as she hears him returning from the bathroom, watching as he drops the bag down to the floor beside the suitcase.
Sitting down beside her, he runs a hand the length of her body, his eyes memorizing each curve, each plain of her.
Lifting his eyes to hers, his voice soft as he inquires, “feeling a little better, pet?”
Her eyes are wide, having turned a deep emerald green from her tears, she replies to him, her head nodding slightly, “yes.”
Smiling, he stands, his eyes scanning over her, “you will learn very quickly what is expected from you. You can either make this journey an adventure or you can make this as difficult as you want. The choice is yours how you make the journey, but listen well…this journey you will take and the destination will be the same regardless of the path you decide.”
Leaning down his face close to her, his hand gently gripping her chin, he continues speaking, the words low, “I will take you and I will have you for as long as it pleases me, make no mistake about that, lil one.”
Hearing her intake of breath, he smiles, his lips taking her, parting her soft lips with his tongue as kisses her fiercely, his lips ravishing her.
Pulling away from her, he runs a finger along her jaw, smiling softly as he sees her slide the tip of her tongue against her bottom lip, her lips swollen from the intense kiss. He stands, moving down to her feet, untying the knots holding her, his hands running slowly up the inside of her leg, up to her inner thigh before moving to untie the other leg.
She bites her lip, trying to stay still, commanding her body to remain numb, unresponsive to his touch, but failing miserably. He looks up, seeing the warring emotions running over her facial features, smiling to himself.
Slowly he moves to the head of the bed, a callused finger trailing over her curves, stopping to circle one rosy nipple as he again speaks, “I am unbinding you so we can be on our way. Are you going to fight me?”
Looking up to him, her eyes wide, panic showing clearly in the expressive depths, “where are you taking me, I don’t even know you or your name?”
Smiling to her, he answers her questions, “I told you lil one, I am taking you on a journey and you will know me very well soon enough. As for my name, you will address me as ‘Master’. Nothing more, nothing less. That is all you need to know at this time, pet.”
Too tired to think, let alone fight him any longer, she simply nods her voice soft, “yes.”
Looking to her, his voice firm, “you will address me as Master at any time I allow you to speak…understand slut?”
She responds softly, “yes Master” her body tingling as the words are uttered from her mouth, shaking her to the core of her being.
Smiling, he nods to her, working the bonds loose holding her wrists, gently massaging the tender flesh as he removes the ropes, turning each wrist over in turn, pressing a soft kiss to her pulse points.
Standing he slips one arm behind her head, the other under her knees, picking her up, pressing her close to him. The weight of her barely noticeable as he carries her into the bathroom, letting her legs drop in the shower, holding her there.
He quickly removes his clothes stepping in with her, turning the water on, the warm crystal water pouring over their bodies. He takes up a sponge, lathering it and proceeds to gently scrub each inch of her, paying special attention to her most erogenous zones. The soapsuds making her silky skin slick, his fingers gently massaging each nipple, gently twisting, making them stand taut. A soft moan escaping her with his administrations, hearing this he slides his hands down each side of her to the apex between her thighs. One hand sliding through to the core of her, gently, almost sensually cleaning, softly scrubbing her clean. Her thighs parting involuntarily, her head tilting back as she loses herself to the sensations.
Rinsing the suds from her, her turns her around, squirting a small amount of shampoo into his hand, working it into her long mane of hair, his fingertips massaging her scalp, working the luxurious foam throughout the length of her tresses. Taking the hand held showerhead he methodically starts rinsing the suds, lifting the heavy mass as the water streams, the suds running down her arched back.
Confident that her hair is squeaky clean, he places one hand on her belly, slowly pushing her back so that she is bent at the waist, her heart shaped ass facing him. Soaping his hands again, he slowly pushes a finger against her rosebud, pushing against the virgin hole, slowly working the tip of his finger against her. She whimpers softly, her back arching as she feels him trying to invade her where no other man has.
Talking in soft muted tones, his hand slowly running up and down her back as he continues to press the finger against the tight entrance, feeling her body slowly starting to relax. He continues pushing, finally the first knuckle of his finger disappearing inside her, he holds it there, allowing her to become accustomed to the feel, his hand still sliding over her back, his voice in gentle soothing tones, telling her to relax. He keeps gently pushing, drawing the finger back and forth, gaining a little more entrance as she continues to relax.
Finally, he slides his whole finger in, feeling her muscles clench tightly as he holds it there for a moment, allowing her to relax a bit more. Slowly he thrusts his finger in and out, increasing the pace as he hears her breathing become erratic. He slides out from her, reaching to a bottle and tube, slowly inserting the tube in her ass, pushing warm water into her. He feels her tense as soon as the water is pressed into her, he continues speaking to her in soft tones, telling her that she is being cleaned both inside and out.
Feeling that she has enough of the warm water inside her, he withdraws the tube, replacing it with his finger once again, holding the water inside her. His finger remains deep inside her as he reaches his other hand to her, his thumb and forefinger gently rolling her clit, lightly pinching it, feeling it become engorged. The water streaming over them, rinsing any remaining suds from her.
