“It’s soft, okay?” he automatically defended himself, only to look horrified that he’d spoken up. “Never fucking mind. You don’t need to go near that.”
“Don’t need to go near it?” For the first time, I let the sweet, honeyed poison slip into my voice as I whispered in his ear, “You’re forgetting that I own it… just like I own you.”
“You don’t own me!” he snapped. “No one owns me, especially not you.” His cheeks flushed from more than the warm water.
“You’re still filthy down there,” I said, just as softly. “You were spilling all over the place. Just think of how much of it got around your cock and how much of it’s around your ass…”
He blanched. It took him a moment, but he slowly lowered his leg, giving me access to his cock.
“Good boy,” I said, smiling at him and ignoring his answering glare.
This time, I was clinical but thorough, making sure to get between the folds, around the ridges… enough to make his cock start waking up from the attention — much to his obvious horror as he tried to close his legs again.
I wanted to chase that start of an erection and see where I could take it, but I didn’t want to just rape him.
By the time I sank my cock into him, I wanted him to be begging me for it.
I’d saved his ass for last, knowing it would be sore and tender. “Now back up on all fours,” I said.
I think he was less reluctant to do that, knowing I wasn’t messing with his penis, but now I wanted to inspect his ass. He let out a low hiss as I pulled his ass cheeks apart to see his hole — one day, and one day soon, it would look red and wrecked because I’d fucked him senseless.
But not today.
With the same care I’d given his cock, I bathed his ass and around his hole. I tossed the rag to the side, going back to thoroughly rinsing him off, and I could see he’d relaxed despite himself. Who wouldn’t, when they’d been pampered and bathed, even in the wake of all that had happened? In comparison, this was orgasmic.
I didn’t fetch another towel, though. Instead, I got out the pet grade dryer. He started to rise, but I put one hand on his back to keep him down. It was easier than I’d thought it would be, like he’d given up all fight.
It wouldn’t last long, but it would be long enough to get him settled again before he started to struggle again.
I dried him off, focusing on his hair first then moving down his body. His shivering had stopped, but the look he gave me was inscrutable. I tilted my head. He didn’t give an explanation, and I didn’t press for one. I’d let him have his thoughts for now, at least.
“Time to go back,” I told him.
That was when he tensed up, when the adrenaline kicked in, but I grabbed him and carried him back before it could do anything but fuel him. By the time he started kicking at me and trying to grab hold of my hair, I was already depositing him back down in the dog bed.
“Stay,” I said firmly.
He scrambled up, racing for the still-open cell door.
I slammed it closed in his face from the inside, staring him down, and he backed up. Our size difference was more than a little obvious then. It finally seemed to register that he wasn’t going to be able to do a damn thing… unless I allowed it.
The door bounced back a little, slightly open behind me, but he didn’t do anything stupid.
“Now go lie down,” I said. “I have to clean up your mess.”
He flushed at that, the shame weighing his shoulders down. He turned for the dog bed even as he slumped, and he dropped down into it. Cuddling up in the blanket, I had the thought that he looked adorable there — even despite his misery.
Maybe it was because of his misery.
I left the cell long enough to get the hose, and I turned it on so I could spray the drain and the area around it clean. I’d clean it better when he was a little more predictable. The last thing I needed was to be caught on my hands and knees if he decided to pounce.
It would be stupid, but his mouth hadn’t shown him to be particularly intelligent.
He watched me, but he didn’t do anything dumb.
I nodded, going to him to pet his head.
He jerked his head back, glaring at me.
