He leads me on unsteady legs from the bedroom into the soft candlelight of the bathroom, the water is already running and at a relaxingly warm temperature. My heart is still thudding in my chest after what I've just let him do to me. I can feel the warmth on my arse cheeks from his hand spanking me for the first time. I can feel the ghost sensation of the ropes encircling my wrists and forearms as his hand collided with my flesh. I can feel the frustration of my own desire to reach down and run my hands through his hair as his fingers played with my pussy in the most incredible way imaginable and his tongue teased my clit, sending my body over the edge time and again. But they were tied firmly above my head and anchored solidly to the legs of the bed with his deftly tied knots. More than anything, I can feel him inside me still, his cock, his cum. It's the first time he's filled me up. I can feel it all still, my body one tingling mass of remembered sensation, my heart drumming a frantic tattoo in the aftermath of it all.
My mind is still whirling as he walks me, naked, into the bathroom and under the warm cascade of water, slowly gathering me into his arms. Instinctively my mouth finds his and he kisses me softly and in silence as the water runs over our bodies. I can't help but moan softly as his fingertips trace the line of my spine and his teeth bite my bottom lip softly. For long minutes we stand there with the water pouring over us, hands locked idly moving over eachother silently.
Gently his takes me by the wrists and pushes my hands down to my side, looking me in the eyes. Without being told I somehow know I'm to stand still, so I do. He turns away and picks up the body wash before turning back to me.
"Arms up." He says.
Silently, I start raising my arms up from my sides. Abruptly he raises a finger in front of me and I freeze, he has an almost quizzical look in his eyes in the shadows of the candlelight.
"From now on, when you're given an instruction, you're to answer it with "Yes, Sir." Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir." I answer with just the tiniest of quavers in my voice.
"Good girl" He says as he pumps out some body wash onto the palm of his hand and puts the bottle back where he got it from.
He starts on my stomach, slowly working the body wash into a lather, moving to my breasts and massaging them as he washes me. I stand there and let his hands move over my entire body, my arms, my legs, between my legs. His fingers moving slowly over my still engorged clit as he stares at me, a feral smirk on his face as my breathing starts to become more laboured because of the persistent motion of his fingertips on me. As my legs start to shake and I'm moaning softly but consistently his fingers leave me and start to work their way down my legs, lathering me from head to toe. Then he pulls the shower head down and rinses my whole body clean, kissing me as he does, tilting my head back to soak my hair with warm water before reaching for the shampoo.
"Put your arms down and turn around."
"Yes, Sir."
His fingers run over my scalp and my eyes close as he gently massages the shampoo into my hair, rinsing it out and then doing the same with the conditioner before turning me to face him. Again, we embrace and kiss quietly for a couple of minutes and then he rinses the conditioner from my hair also. Gently he maneuvers me from under the water and soaks his own hair, then hands me the shampoo.
"My turn now." He proffers the shampoo to me and turns away as I take it from him to wash his hair.
Somewhat bemused by the care he's taken to so gently wash my body, yet another thing I've never let anyone do for me before, but incredibly erotic all the same, I take the bottle and pump out some shampoo onto my hand. I work the lather into his hair and rinse it out, having to reach up with the shower head a little as he is slightly taller than me.
We kiss again as he reaches for the body wash and passes it into my hands as he raises his arms with a smirk on his lips for me to wash him. Again, I pump out the body wash and start to wash him, starting on his stomach, just as he did for me. I work upwards over his chest and arms and back down again. When I reach his crotch, a mischievous impulse flashes through my mind. As I wash his cock, I slowly stroke him. My fingers wrapped firmly around him and my other hand massaging his balls, I move my hand along his length and back again. Smiling to myself as his body responds and his cock gets hard.
A deep chuckle breaks into my thoughts as it emanates from his chest and I glance up. His eyes are dark pools with the reflections of the candles dancing in them as they flash dangerously at me.
"Haven't had enough tonight yet, have you?" He says to me quietly. Making my heart lurch in my chest and my hands stop their movement dead. Am I in trouble? Did I do something wrong? My mind tries to determine what might happen to me because of this, my hands are frozen, still wrapped around him and I can feel the heat of him in my hand, god he's so hard. I can feel my own body responding as heat starts building between my legs.
Slowly, deliberately, he reaches for the shower head and rinses the body wash from his body as I stand there in front of him unsure of what to do next. I glance up at him a couple of times and every time his eyes are locked on me. That dark, dangerous light dancing in them and that smirk on his lips making me blush in the dim light.
He puts the shower head back in place and pulls me towards him and I fold willingly, powerlessly into his embrace and we start kissing again, only this time forcefully, hungrily. He's holding the small of my back and cupping the side of my head as our tongues entwine. Biting my lips almost painfully, making me moan and whimper softly into his mouth as I suck on his top lip. I can feel his cock between us, pressing into my stomach as he pulls me tightly against his body.
