I don’t breathe as Jens’i guides her over to the double doors that hold my bathing chambers. She doesn’t acknowledge me, but I don’t expect her to, either. Our last interaction was…tense.
My butler points out how to turn on the shower and tells her he’ll bring some clothing up while she bathes—something more suited to her frame is what he says.
She looks behind at me only for a second, as if to check that I’m still there. Her ample curves fill the robe so uniquely. She truly is the alien here, her body so strange and alluring.
She doesn’t wait for Jens’i to shut the doors entirely before dropping the family heirloom of a robe onto the ground. I only hope the beading isn’t damaged.
CHAPTER11
?YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOCKED?
?MARTA
The bathroom is huge,bigger than one person would ever need.The same black stone and ornate gold, teal, and green details from the rest of the estate are repeated here.
Jens’i showed me how to activate the shower inside of the large glass enclosure. The beads clink as I sigh in relief and let the heavy robe drop to the stone floors.
As I shuck off the duke’s green shirt, I peel away the stretchy blue bandage style bodysuit that covers me. My skin feels clammy and sticky, and my cheeks are on fire from the salt of my tears. I slip off the faux cornicello around my neck and set it on the sink’s counter. Lifting my arm, I am hit with a pungent odor of stress-induced sweat.
Maybe a shower isn’t such a bad idea after all.
I look at the door, trying to figure out if it locks, but get flustered at the combination of the handle and locking mechanism on the door. The object's design is a blend of rococo and futuristic elements, but the locking mechanism is so advanced that I can’t even figure out the first step.
That’s kind of what this whole place feels like, new but old. It makes me think of the first few lines of the oldStar Warscrawl. I feel lost in the past, far from home. Memories of my family's faces race through my mind.Memories. I guess that’s all they’ll be now.
I step into the glass enclosure, clicking the door shut behind me, and hit the button Jens’i instructed me to press. I look up, searching for some faucet head, but there is none.
Instead, I jump in surprise as rows and rows of jets emerge from a hidden panel in the wall. With little warning, strongly pressurized water hits my body from all directions.
Although shocking, it’s far from unpleasant. The water is warm, almost as hot as I like it, and the strength of the jets leaves my skin feeling clean and tingly.
My legs are tired, though. I mean, I’m tired—no, I’m exhausted.Does being frozen alive cause any damage to your body?I turn to the wall and close my eyes, savoring the relief of the cool stone against my forehead. With my arm above my head, I take in a deep breath, feeling the humid air of the shower around me.
If convincing the duke is not possible, I'll make the best of the situation and try to find some good in it. Perhaps Jens'i isn’t an outlier, and the other aliens are more level-headed and agreeable than the duke.
I try to enjoy the relief of the shower, knowing that all my gumption to plan an escape is gone for the moment.
I shift my hips, feeling the jets of warm water soothe the tension in my lower back. The stream of water from the opposing jets hits me in just the right spot, and I can't help but moan softly.
I quickly jerk away, surprised by the sudden touch that made my clit throb with pleasure.
What in the actual fuck is wrong with you, Marta? Now is not the fucking time or place to be getting your rocks off. But I let the jet spray my pussy again.
It feels good, too good for me to stop. As the water pulses against me, my hips buck reflexively.
You've always found comfort in getting yourself off. If you can't use it during the most stressful experience of your life, what's the point?
My hand finds its way to my breast, and I run my thumb over the nipple, feeling it harden. It’s probably a dangerous move because it makes me spread my legs a little wider.
The sensation of the water hitting my clit is so intense that I bite my arm to keep from moaning.
Just a brief release—that’s all I need to take the edge off, to feel better, to—
“Fuck,” I whimper, clenching my ass together as I can feel my orgasm build. The constriction of the muscles in my pussy make me feel hollow inside. As good as this feels, I need penetration. With two fingers I position myself to soothe the insistent urge inside me.
Despite the water, I can feel how fucking wet I am. There's no turning back now, even if I wanted to stop. With the finish line in sight, I let the water pulse directly against my clit and plunge two fingers deep inside myself.
The sensation of fullness is so intense that my moans echo through the room. I’m sure Duke Fuckface can hear me, but I don’t care.
