“Well, I guess if you’re gonna stand there,” he mused after a moment when I didn’t move, “You might as well wash me.”
I held out a hand before I could think about what I was doing. Instantly, a bar of soap was placed in my open palm, and he stepped closer.
My hand shook as I began to trail the bar of soap down his chest, trying to not overthink anything. It was better to stay in the moment or to black out all the way. There was never anything in between.
Learning the hard way was one way to go, that’s for sure. Just because this man may not have hurt me yet, it was only a matter of time before he did. I’d do something to cause his anger. And it was possible it wouldn’t even be really at me.
I ran the soap up one arm, then down the other. The barest hint of my fingertips touched his skin as I ran the soap around one hip.
Gritting my teeth, I kneeled and ignored the spike of pain in my knees to run the bar of soap up one leg, then the other.
At this level, my head was right at his pelvis, cock now hard and begging for attention.
Did he expect me to do something about it? To suck him till he was dry? Or-
My thoughts were cut off as he told me to stand before taking the soap from me with gentle hands. My arm fell back to my side as I stood.
“What’s sore?” I jumped in surprise at the tone of voice his question came out on.
“I’m fine, sir.”
“Boy.” My shoulders dropped at that tone. It was more complex, a demand that held promises of things to come if I didn’t behave how he saw fit. Still, I didn’t answer. “Get cleaned up.” He maneuvered me to be under the spray, then left me in the shower to wash.
For some reason, that dismissal hurt me more profoundly than any words or punches.
Sniffing back tears since I was stupid and was just made to answer all commands, I quickly washedmy body. It took me a few extra seconds to figure out how to turn the water off. Even though I’d have liked to stay longer, I knew better.
Being clean was a temporary thing. I’d enjoy it while it lasted, just like sleeping in a bed. It’d all be taken away too quickly, and right as I began to get used to it.
As I stepped from the shower, the man was there, drying me off with a towel that was just as soft as the blankets on the bed.
It took more work than ever to keep my eyes open and staring blankly at the floor as he ran the towel over my skin, catching nearly all the water drops. Then, he ran it over my head, soaking up the drips from my brown strands.
“Come. I’ll show you where the clothes are.”
Was that a command to be dressed, or was it a test to see if I’d take the bait and have something more as comfort?
I had no choice but to follow a few steps behind him. When he stopped in front of the dresser, I kept back and only lifted my head high enough to see what drawers he pulled open.
“This side is yours. Socks, underwear. Sleepwear. Closet,” I assumed he pointed to where that was, “has all the other stuff you’ll need. Wear what you feel comfortable in.”
If it were left up to me, I’d put on the ugliest things that covered every inch of my skin.
I nodded.
I waited until he got what he wanted from the dresser before I stepped up to it. Figuring just underwear would be good enough since he didn’t say exactly what I was to wear, I slipped on a black pair. They fit a little loose, but I didn’t think they’d fall or slip as I walked or moved around. I gave a mental shrug. They’d work well enough. It was better than being totally naked and at the mercy of men day and night.
When I stepped back from the dresser, I folded my hands in front of me and waited for more orders.
Following orders was the one thing I knew how to do without question.
That was how Sir found me. Standing there with a growling stomach and not moving other than to breathe. My ears were on every movement he made, trying to calculate his needs, his wants, and desires.
“Do you want more clothes?” I remained unmoving at his question. When I didn’t answer, he huffed a breath before sounding as though he was going to say something else. He must have changed his mind as he walked out of sight.
Lifting my head just enough, he walked back into the closet only to return a moment later with pieces of cloth over his arm.
Back in front of me, he tossed the clothes onto the bed. “Get dressed.”
