“Good.”
“Get off of me!” I yelled, still fighting against him. “I can wash myself if you just get off me.”
“You wanna wash?”
“Yes!”
“Fine!”
“Fine!” I snapped back.
He pushed me so I was sitting upright and then reached out the side of the bathtub and grabbed a bar of soap. It looked older than I was, and he plunged it into the water and lathered it up before dragging it over my skin. The soap was gritty and hard and I winced against it.
“Oh my god, what is that!”
“Soap,” he grumbled.
“That’s not soap, that’s like sandpaper.”
“You wanted to be clean, so I’ll get you clean.”
“I can do it myself!”
“No.”
He dragged the rough bar down my back and then over my arms before moving to my belly. He scraped the bar over my skin, making it red raw and sore. He wasn’t gentle; he didn’t even try to be. And with every scrape of the soap and every wince of my pain I felt his cock harden behind me.
“I can do it myself! Jesus!” I finally snapped, attempting to take the soap from his hand. He grabbed my hand in his, the soap plunging between my thighs somewhere. His lips were at my ear, his breath hot.
“I say what you can and can’t do,” he rumbled. “Remember.” His hand reached for the soap between my legs. I froze, my teeth gritting as his hand skimmed against my pussy. “I say where you’re dirty and where you need cleanin’.” He dragged the bar over my swollen lips and I gasped at the abrasion against my most sensitive areas. The feeling was a mixture of pain and pleasure that made me pause. He dragged it up and down between my legs, making my core clench. “This part’s real dirty, Penny.” His other hand wrapped around my middle, his mouth on my neck, nipping at my damp flesh.
I was panting, my chest rising and falling and making the water splash. My body automatically shifted in his arms.
To escape his touch?
To get closer to his touch?
I didn’t know anymore.
It moved of its own accord.
“Stop it,” I begged, my breaths coming hard and fast.
“You want me to stop?”
I nodded.
But instead of stopping he moved quicker, lathering up the bar against my pussy until a light sheen of sweat pebbled on my forehead and I squeezed my eyes closed.
“You really want me to stop, Penny?” His arm wrapped tighter around me, dragging me closer to his chest. His cock pulsed between my ass cheeks; one small shift from either of us and it would sink inside me, filling me, stretching me… “You don’t like this? Don’t want it?”
“Please,” I whimpered, my head lolling back against his shoulder. After days of pain and hunger, the pleasure was too much. His hand reached around, grasping my pale neck and gripping it tightly in his large hand. My pulse beat against his fingers, both my pussy and my throat working in synchronicity as he continued tocleanme with his other hand.
“Oh god,” I called out louder as his palm, cupping my pussy, ground against my clit.
His chest rumbled against my back as he sucked at the flesh of my shoulder before clamping his teeth down on it, the pain almost sending me over the edge, tumbling, tumbling, tumbling…
And then his hand was gone from between my legs.
