Rachael slammed into her apartment, beyond frustrated from the day. Her boss had blatantly hit on her, three separate customers had completely skipped tipping her, and she'd managed to drop two separate pots of coffee over the course of the day. Not to mention it was the time of the month where she was horny enough that she could feel her underwear rubbing up on her clit. She was exhausted, she needed a bath, and she desperately needed a boyfriend.
The boyfriend thing wasn't a quick fix so she decided on a bath first. And maybe a little finger action could get her to a relaxed enough place that she wasn't ready to jump the next delivery guy.
Rachael snagged the delivered mail from the ground and brought it with her upstairs, determined to run a bath before anything else came up. When she'd turned the taps to just under uncomfortably warm and put on her favorite relaxing playlist, she sat on the edge of the tub and went quickly through the mail. Most was junk stuff but one bulky advertisement caught her eye.
A hot guy—really hot, that wasn't just the hormones talking, he was sexy—graced the cover of the advertisement, a bag of what looked like bath salts stapled to the flyer. "Tired of your average bath? Want to add a little excitement to your morning routine? Just add a pinch of our patented bath salt recipe and feel the relaxing results in minutes! Use two pinches for a more intense sensation! Free samples sent out to a limited group for focus testing."
The back of the card had a questionnaire on the back as well as instructions for use. She read it idly out loud while ripping open the package, "Drop one or two pinches of mixture into running bath water and soak for at least ten minutes. More salts lead to a more intense feeling." Rachael thought it was odd that the advertisement had given her so much if it required just a "pinch or two," but shrugged it off. Sniffing the bag, she found that it smelled surprisingly masculine, reminding her of the woods.
"Eh, whatever, I'm not going to turn away free stuff." She dumped the entire package into the tub and stripped, waiting for the tub to finish filling up. The scent of the woods filled the bathroom, and she couldn't help but think of the hottie on the front of the advertisement. What she wouldn't give for someone like him to join her in the bath tub right now!
Finally seeing that the tub was full enough, Rachael turned off the running water and settled in the tub with a deep, satisfied sigh, pulling her dark hair back over the edge of the tub and relaxing. The pine scent tickled her nostrils and she thought that perhaps she should have used a little less of the salts her first time. Idly, she began stroking her breast with light fingers, tugging softly at her nipples before moving down to stroke her abdomen. She kept her strokes light and teasing, figuring she might as well enjoy herself right now. She began to also notice that the bath salts created a nice tingling sensation on her skin in the tub, especially against her sensitive nipples and in the heat between her legs.
Rachael began to imagine what she would do if the man from the advertisement was here with her in the tub. She'd always liked more dominant men in bed so naturally that's what he would be like, demanding and maybe a little rough sometimes. He'd insist that she spread her legs right away, and scowl at her if she became shy about it. If she tried to hide how aroused she was he would hold her legs open and force her to watch him fingering her until she came screaming, proving that he was more important than her nervousness.
He'd be an expert at sucking her nipples, just a little harder than she was comfortable with, and would pinch them if she tried to wiggle away from him too much. He'd know just how much pain would make her unspeakably aroused and how much was too much.
By this time Rachael was well into her own fantasy, her hands busy beneath the waterline. It's unsurprising then that she wouldn't notice a form appearing beneath the water, a familiar head emerging in the big tub, followed by very broad shoulders and a muscular chest. Smiling, the stranger immediately reached out and kneaded Rachael's breast, her fantasy going so far as she didn't even seem to notice the newcomer, just moaned and arched so her breast more fully fit his hand.
It wasn't until he levered himself from the water, leaning in to scrape his teeth across Rachel's neck to tug her earlobe that her eyes flew open in shock. She tried to pull away, sucking in a breath to scream, but he immediately slung a muscular arm around her waist, keeping her in place with his hips wedged between her legs. He also immediately thrust his tongue deep in her mouth, cutting off a scream and quickly converting it into a deep moan. Finally he pulled away enough to whisper to her, his deep voice husky in her ear, "Now, someone's been very bad, getting started without me. I don't want you coming until I make you, understand? I'll need to punish you for that."
Rachael gaped up at him, "But—"
He kissed her once, hard, cutting her off, "The only things I want to hear out of you are Yes, Sir and those sexy moans I was hearing earlier." He pulled Rachael out of the water and flipped her over, levering her over the bath tub's edge, her breasts pressing to the cold marble making up the big tub's edges and making her nipples ache.
"Spread your legs, sexy. I want to see that pussy." When she hesitated, suddenly shy, he clipped her with his hand once, sharply, on the back of the thigh, surprising her into pushing her legs apart. From there he shoved them further with his hands, wider than Rachael found comfortable and enough to make her groan at the sight she must present for him, soaking wet and spread open.
"Look at that. All warmed up for me." One of his hands gripped her thigh, making sure she stayed in place. The other boldly moved to her folds, spreading her apart and sliding a rough thumb across her clit, making her hips involuntarily jerk. He squeezed her leg a little harder at that, "Don't you move, sexy." But his thumb pushed harder across her clit and she couldn't help but jerk again after another pass. He sighed, a false, put-upon sound, "You just have the greediest pussy, babe, it can't hold still more than a few seconds, always wanting something in it. We'll have to teach it a lesson."
"A—a lesson?" Rachael bit her lip after the question slipped out, realizing she wasn't supposed to talk. But this was more than she was ever expecting, she felt completely out of her depth.
