He dipped his hand into the water and caressed the woman’s front.
“Hey!” she gasped. “What’re you—oh!”
Zeth felt her body tense briefly as his fingers slipped between her legs. Then she melted as his fingertip met her clit and started to stroke it in slow, tight circles. He had touched a thousand women this way, starting with the maidservants in his stepfather’s court on Almalex. He knew what he was doing.
“Stop that,” the woman whispered.
At the same time, she opened her legs wider and raised her hips, giving him better access to her sensitive nub. She whined softly and clutched her breast the same way she had done a moment before when she’d thought she was alone.
“Do you like that?” Zeth purred. “Does that feel good?”
“No,” the woman answered. “I hate it.”
Her hips contradicted her. They rocked and rolled, matching Zeth’s rhythm, grinding her clitoris even more deeply against his fingers as he stroked her.
“Oh my God,” the woman breathed. “Oh my God, oh my God…”
“That’s it,” Zeth said softly. “Show me how you come.”
She showed him. Her body quaked as the orgasm ran its course. Her eyes rolled back white in her head, and her lips circled in a silent scream. It was the most beautiful thing Zeth had ever seen.
When it was over, the woman drew a steadying breath, then she glared up at him hotly.
“You’re a bastard,” she said.
Zeth shrugged and shook the bathwater from his hand.
“That’s true,” he said. “Technically, it’s true for every member of the Mercenaries Guild. Now, be a good girl and stand up for me. There’s something we need to do.”
“What?”
“Do as I say, woman, or else I’ll make you come again.”
The woman gave him one of her trademark scowls, but she obeyed and stood up in the middle of the tub. Fragrant, soapy water dripped down her naked body, making her skin shine. She covered her breasts with one arm, and her sex with the other hand.
“Do not hide yourself from me,” Zeth chided her playfully. “Until this mission is over, your body is mine, and I will look upon it whenever I wish. Now, put your hands down by your sides.”
“Make me.”
Zeth drew the long dagger that he kept sheathed on his belt.
“Okay!” the woman blurted, dropping her hands. “Fine. You can look.”
Zeth chuckled.
“You misunderstand me, woman. The dagger is not a threat. I have no intention of cutting you. Well… not your flesh, anyway.”
The woman looked confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going to shave you,” Zeth said. “I prefer my women hairless. The sensations are so much more intense when everything down there is slippery and smooth.”
The woman stared at him in disbelief.
“You mean you’re gonna shave my…”
“That’s right,” Zeth said, nodding. “I’m going to shave your cunt.”
