He took the cloth and tenderly washed every inch of me. He spent extra time caring for my sore nipples and softly scrubbing between my thighs. When he finished, he instructed me to lean over the edge of the tub, exposing myself as I did so.
“Reach back and spread yourself for me, Cara,” he said gently, and I turned away, feeling myself blush. I wanted to disobey him then, too embarrassed to do what he asked, but I didn’t. Instead, I paused.
“If you don’t, then I will, little human. Either way, the result will be the same,” he explained gently. I bit my lip.
Hesitantly, I reached backward, taking ahold of my bottom cheeks with my fingers. For a moment, I gasped, feeling the welts from his belt on my skin. At first, my tentative touch was painful, but I took a deep breath and didn’t let go even though I wanted to. The discomfort from the welts faded away, leaving my body throbbing with passionate warmth then. I felt the heat rush to my face then and I was thankful he couldn’t see how hard I was blushing right now. Timidly, I obeyed then, spreading myself and exposing my well-used bottom hole to his view.
I trembled before him, my shame washing over me, and I whimpered quietly. He didn’t say a word. I felt him touch me though, his touch soft, almost reverent and I relaxed just a little bit. I felt the soapy cloth press between my legs first and then it drifted backward until it settled between my bottom cheeks, cleansing my sensitive skin of the filth of the market and his own dried seed on my thighs.
“Such a good little girl,” he murmured, and I spread myself wider for him, desperate to please him. Gently then, he pushed my hands away and softly caressed my backside with the cloth, ensuring to clean every inch of my body.
When he was finished, he picked me up off the ledge and curled my body into his. I allowed myself to relax, just enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by his raw power, strength, and intoxicating dominance. We sat there together for a long time until the water began to cool.
“Come on. I’m sure you’re hungry. Let’s get you some food,” he suggested, and my stomach chose that exact moment to growl in agreement. He chuckled and pressed his lips against the top of my head, and I shivered at the feeling of it.
Now that I thought about it though, I didn’t quite remember the last time I’d had a real meal. Not since yesterday or the day before anyway, and that had only been a cheap sandwich I’d stolen from the kitchen of that old ship I’m come in on.
“I’d like that,” I said quietly, arching my back and pressing myself against his chest. He stood and at the same time, he lifted me from the water. The chilly air caressed my skin and I shivered against him. He placed my feet down on a gray carpet on the floor and quickly wrapped me in an oversized towel that was clearly made for someone of his stature and not mine. I giggled quietly as I held the plush, soft fabric against my skin, watching as he grabbed one for himself.
He quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist and I allowed myself to feast on his naked form once more.
Goddamn body like a marble statue.
He sat me down on the edge of the tub and gently worked a comb through my hair. His touch was gentle and soft as he worked through the snags, carefully brushing out each and every tangle. When he was done, he helped me to stand back up with a kind smile.
Finally, he took my hand and led me from the bathroom and back into the bedroom. I held the towel tight around my body as we walked down the stairs and into an opulent kitchen where he indicated that I was to sit down at the table. I watched as he pressed a button and a holographic screen appeared before his fingers. He tapped a few buttons and typed in a few commands before a laser light shone straight onto the place setting right in front of me.
I watched as a plate of food appeared before me, hazy at first and then clearer as the teleportation worked its magic. In seconds, a big bowl of spaghetti, garlic bread, and then a glass of red wine materialized. I watched as the light shifted to the setting across from me, and another meal identical to mine came into focus.
“I haven’t seen a meal teleportation service like that in a long, long time,” I muttered in delight, before picking up the fork to the right of the dish.
Bane sat down across from me and smirked at me.
“You can get whatever you want when you have the money to pay for it,” he answered evasively and I narrowed my eyes, studying him.
“What do you do?” I asked then, trying to figure him out but he shook his head.
“No. Not tonight,” he replied.
I huffed with annoyance and his expression hardened a bit.
“Behave, or I’ll send you to bed with a freshly spanked bottom instead of what I have planned for you,” he warned, and I glared back at him. I knew that he was serious. He hadn’t hesitated to whip my naked ass with his belt in the middle of the market square and he’d do the same here in the privacy of his own home, without a doubt.
I licked my lips, choosing that moment to dig my fork into the steaming meal in front of me. The two of us ate in silence for several minutes then before he cleared his throat and cocked his head to the side, studying me as he did so.
“Tell me about yourself, Cara. What brings a human like you out here to a planet like this?” he asked.
I stared back at him. I opened my mouth and then closed it again, biting my lower lip when I did so.
“It’s kind of cute when you do that,” he said, leaning back in his chair. His smile was warm and honest. It made me feel more at ease.
Immediately, I blushed and turned away, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden.
“Where are you from?” he asked then. He reached for me, brushing his fingers against mine and I felt the rest of my walls fall away.
“I grew up on Station XII, near the center of the Intergalactic Coalition stronghold. The rules were strict there, especially among the lower class. Money was really hard to earn because the city leaders took their share of heavy taxes, leaving barely enough to get by week to week. Sometimes my mother even hada hard time putting dinner on the table. It was tough,” I started. The more I talked, the more comfortable I felt and the more I opened up to him.
I told him about my childhood. About how life had grown nearly impossible on the station and how I had begun to steal to help my parents feed my family. I told him how I was the oldest of three, how I had felt responsible for my sisters and how I’d begun to work in the reigning crime syndicate to take care of them.
