“Relax.” Tony tried to change the subject. “Just be quiet and rest.”
The first night he’d bathed her, it had taken him two hours. The way her soft laugh echoed reminded him of that night.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing,” she said, and he sluiced the water over her breasts. “I like to watch you.”
“You like to watch everybody.” He placed the slippery soap back onto the tray. “Roll over.”
She moved and let the hot water receive her belly, making her wince. Her body melted as the pressure from his fingers massaged the small of her back and down farther over her backside to her thigh. A soft purr rippled from her lungs. He knew that only his hands could take away the pain, force her to relax.
“I’m sorry Renee couldn’t come this week,” he said as he lathered the soap between his hands. “She had a meeting and wasn’t able to get out of it.”
“I understand.”
Tony knew she understood, but he could still hear the disappointment in her voice. “She told me to help you tonight. That you needed a release.” His hand slid over the back of her thigh to rest against the inner slope of the firm flesh. It would only take the slightest slip and his fingertips could slide along the smooth skin of her pussy lips. “Do you?”
Lily turned her head to meet his stare. God, she truly was beautiful. Sure, she had the perfect hourglass frame. And those tits. But it was her eyes that always got him—as blue as the sun-drenched sky. They were haunting when the light hit them.
“Tony, you don’t usually—”
“I know, poppet. I know. But you could use the distraction right now.”
“Are you sure?”
Could she see how badly he needed to touch her? Had she seen the pain he felt on that first afternoon he’d given the task to Renee? “Don’t question me, poppet. You’re still my student, and yes, I’m sure,” he said. “Turn over.”
With soapy hands, Tony massaged her tender shoulders and down her arms, being careful to avoid her flushed breasts and taut nipples. He wanted to make her wait. Lily was right. He didn’t touch her often like this. He instructed Renee on his submissive’s pleasure. Tony didn’t want to confuse the situation between them. It had gotten confusing enough before Nicholas had arrived.
Lily was Tony’s, and he didn’t want anything to ruin their arrangement. She trusted him, and he’d never do anything to break that trust. Including letting her fall in love with him.
He handed her the bar of soap. “Now, wash your pussy for me. Slowly. I want to see your fingers.”
She lifted her hips out of the water so he could see every touch. The soap slipped between her slender fingers, making him think of how they’d wrap around his dick to slide up and down. His cock surged, forcing his balls to tighten and feel unbearable. He rubbed the heel of his palm against the front of his pants. Nothing fazed him. Not a bleed in the operating room. Not an angry patient. Not even Renee when she went on a rant. But this—watching his sub slide her fingers between her plump folds, washing the small nest of curls as he’d instructed—was his undoing. This fucking fazed the hell out of him.
Tony watched as she slipped one finger down the side of the pink folds. He groaned when his cock twitched in his briefs. She withdrew her finger to slide down the other side just the same.
He shifted on the edge of the tub, his gaze fixated on her working finger. She lathered her hands again and slid two fingers down the middle of the swollen lips. He could feel his underwear dampen as the tip of his cock leaked precum. The swollen head was dying to get inside his beautiful sub. It was getting harder to refuse the urge to plunge into her warm depths.
She swayed her hips back and forth. He knew she ached to feel the relief her exploring fingers could bring. Three days had passed since he’d allowed her to come. Her supple body writhed with need. He could see it—the flush of her creamy skin, the slight tremble of her belly. All the signs were there.
“Don’t put your finger inside, poppet. Let me.” He got up and took a towel from the stack on the shelf. “Stand up.” The struggle for patience made his muscles tremble as he took as much care drying her off as he had washing her. He always took his time with her. In any matter, he was patient and careful. A fragile sub needed security and encouragement as much as she needed pleasure.
Lily followed him into the bedroom. He pulled back the covers from the bed. She dropped the towel and crawled toward the headboard where she found the pillows fluffed and waiting. As she began to turn over and settle in, he took her by the waist and held her to keep her in the position she’d been crawling in.