She soaped her body up, shivering as every sudsing touch elicited a wince of soreness. She wasn't physically aching, but bone-tired, weariness seeping through her, her self-image shattered. No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on washing herself off, she couldn't forget what enjoyment the dirtiness had brought.
When she got out, Jeremy was waiting. "You're still filthy," he said. "I think I'll give you a bath."
He picked her up, carried her across the room. The cold air goosepimpled her flesh, but she wasn't in it for long. Unnoticed, he had drawn a bath for her. The water was hot, just the way she liked it, and he had added a fragrant bath oil to water. Going in felt like being immersed in silk.
She'd been so...
enthused
in blowing Jeremy that she'd made herself sweat, made herself sticky and smelly and grungy. Now the hot water soothed her sore muscles, the knowledge that she'd showered adding to the good clean feeling, the scent of the shimmering water adding a feminine touch. She just had to relax and allow herself to go limp, Jeremy quickly, professionally easing her this way and that as he washed her. He had put on a cologne that Katie found she liked; she wondered if he had chosen it after gauging her or if he'd always been wearing it.
Shortly, Jeremy was finished bathing her. He stood, still naked, and ordered her out of the bath. The water was still warm, comfortable, but Katie sensed it was a kind of test. She stood, and Jeremy nodded approvingly. "Can't have you turning into a prune." He drained the water, then shocked her by taking a towel and drying her, very thorough, very gentle.
The luxury of having her... her daddy serve her in this way was almost overwhelming. Katie tried not to let herself draw conclusions from this. It had no meaning other than the fact that it pleased Jeremy to have her dry.
"I thought you'd sleep better after a bath," he said, then took a bottle of lotion and squirted it out onto his hands, rubbing his palms together.
"I... I can't stay," Katie said automatically, some shrill note of protest coming to the forefront despite the fact that she was standing naked in the middle of a stranger's bathroom, him equally naked, beginning to rub lotion into the skin of her legs, arms, her back...
"Then leave," Jeremy said carelessly. He pulled Katie's arms out to swath them in lotion, then let go of them. Katie allowed them to drop to her sides.
She couldn't help herself. She felt wonderfully loved, cared for, pampered, and to some degree, unworthy of having someone so powerful do something so menial, something she could do herself. But as his strong hands began rubbing the lotion over her breasts and belly, but heedless of how intimate his touch was and grunting an enjoyment of her naked body, Katie found herself hoping that he would never stop doing this himself.
The lotion made it feel exquisite when he glossed over her nipples, and she liked the way they slid under his fingers, never a tangible grip, but an insubstantial heat brought about by his rubbing hands. She was astonished that he wanted her again, but after only a few seconds, Katie knew he would get what he wanted.
"That's that," Jeremy said, clapping her on the ass. "Go. Get some sleep."
Katie blinked. In the absence of her earlier, kneejerk conversational skills, words came slow and drudgingly. "Won't... someone...?"
"It's my hotel room," Jeremy said. "There's free wi-fi. You can even upload your article from here."
"You just want me to... stay here?"
"It would make things simpler. I can fuck you when I get back."
A pulse went through Katie. Triggered her kneejerk conversational skills. "Where are you going now?"
"To fuck someone else," Jeremy said evenly. "Less of a filthy whore than you. Still pretty filthy."
The pulse kept going through Katie. "I should probably... sleep."
