“Are you sure you want me to do this, my lord?”
Seeing how confused he seems, I continue:
“I’m just thinking that I am but a poor, wretched servant, and you are the Lord of House Aurellion. You might not want the likes of me to see you naked.”
My voice is dripping with sarcasm, but for some reason, he doesn’t catch on.
“That is exactly what I want.” He says it in a whispered growl.
“As you wish.”
I yank down his pants harshly as I crouch down to guide them to his ankles.
What I don’t expect is for him to not wear any underwear. When I look up, I’m met with the sight of not one, but two hard, flushed cocks.
I gasp and fall on my back. No matter how hard I try to look away, I can’t take my eyes off the two engorged members that are pointing straight at me.
The one underneath is slightly larger than the one on top, and beneath them, the sack is round and full. His skin is pale and smooth, with prominent darker veins running along the shafts.The heads are flushed a deep color that makes my breath catch in my throat.
Altair makes no move to cover himself. He just stands there and watches my reaction, and I feel like I’m burning from the inside out. I’m ashamed of how my own body reacts to the sight of him displayed like this.
I scramble to get to my feet, and I nearly fall back over. I can feel sweat gathering at the roots of my hair, and my core burning with something that I don’t even want to consider.
As I finally push myself to my feet, I try to compose myself and not look so affected and disheveled.
“Forgive me, my lord. I slipped. I’m so clumsy today.”
Altair smirks. “That’s okay. I have grown accustomed to your clumsiness. If I may say so, I find it rather endearing.”
I blush furiously and do my best to act casual. After all, I got myself into this situation. Now I feel like I can’t back out of it. I want to run and hide, but if I do that, then it would feel like he won.
I watch Altair walk to the claw-foot bathtub and sink into the water. Now that I can’t see the part of his body that affected me so much, I snap out of it. I grab the soap and a washcloth.
“What do you want me to do?”
He looks up at me, and for a second I think that he’s going to change his mind and tell me I can leave. He gives me his signature smile instead.
“You can wash my back. No one has scrubbed my back for a month, since you took over these duties, and then proceeded to completely ignore half of them.”
I scoff. “I haven’t ignored half of them. Of all the things you made me do, this is the only one I refused.”
“And as you can see, it was all your loss.”
I giggle, and it shocks me, because I shouldn’t be giggling. What is wrong with me?
I step behind him and start running the cloth over his shoulders and back. He moves his wings out of the way, and bends his back, leaning forward, so I can have better access. I wash him delicately, careful not to touch him more than necessary.
I notice his skin is tender. There are fading marks that crisscross along his back. I linger on them for a bit and wonder what might have caused them. Then I promptly tell myself I don’t care.
Altair lets out a low grunt, as if what I’m doing to him affects him deeply. The noise goes straight to my core.
I continue dipping the cloth in the hot water and soaping it up, and when I run it along the back of his neck, he shudders and moans. I freeze. Is he reacting this way to me? To my presence and my touch?
The image of his two cocks bouncing out of his pants invades my mind, and it suddenly feels like I can’t think of anything else.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
“Yes,” he murmurs.
