I didn’t want to be punished. What I wanted was to have that hot shower and eat whatever it was I smelled downstairs before going to bed. I wanted to sleep and when I woke up, I wanted to find that this had all been just a bad dream.
I knew it was impossible, but I wanted it anyway.
Syn watched her as she pulled the dress over her head, dropping it to the floor. He gestured to the shower and she walked ahead of him, opening the door and stepping inside. He followed her in, and, without hesitating, pulled her to him, her back against his hard chest, and held her until she relaxed. Water flowed over them and he heard the faint sounds of her crying.
Her skin was soft, slippery from the water, and his cock ached to have her so close and not claim her.
“You’re very pretty, Eva,” he said, his hands moving to cup her breasts, the nipples hardening in his palms.
She gasped but didn’t pull away and he slipped his hand lower, his fingers separating to touch the space on either side of her slit before moving back up. With his other hand, he took the bottle of shampoo and poured some out onto his palm. She didn’t hesitate when he began to massage the stuff into her scalp, working it into a lather before guiding her head below the stream of water. Once the suds washed off, he repeated the process before pouring body wash over his palm and beginning to rub it over her body.
“You’ll have to get used to us doing everything for you now,” he whispered into her ear as he massaged her shoulders, her arms, each of her hands. Her breasts were next and he took his time, kneading each one, turning the nipples softly, then with a little more pressure until he heard her gasp of breath and her hips pushed back against him. He wondered if she was aware of that slight movement, and while one hand teased her breast, the other slid down between her legs.
“Oh…”
“Open your legs wider so I can clean you, Eva,” he whispered, his cock a spike against her back now.
She obeyed and when his hand cupped her sex, she moaned soft and low.
“That’s it, just like that.” His other hand left her breast and came down behind her, over the side of her hip and toward the cleft of her buttocks. “I have to clean you here too.” Without hesitating, he slid his finger between her bottom cheeks, the soapy digits finding her back entrance.
“Oh… please…”
She reached out with both hands to brace herself against the walls and leaned her head into the crook of his shoulder.
“Obedience is rewarded,” he whispered into her ear, rubbing her pussy harder, paying special attention to her swollen nub as other fingers circled her back hole, until she was pressing her hips into him, her breath coming in gasps. When he took her clit between thumb and forefinger, she cried out and he had to hold her tight to him as her knees gave way and she came, her body going limp in his arms, her orgasm causing her to make the sweetest little sounds he’d ever heard.
Chapter Ten
“You took your time,” Gabriel said. He folded the paper he’d been reading and set it down on the dining room table, looking up to find his brother bringing Evangeline in. Her step was soft and her expression confused but curious, and obviously compliant as she walked with Syn’s hand at her back rather than wrapped around her arm. He had an idea how his brother had helped her to relax while washing her and smirked at Syn when he seated Evangeline at the table, noting the tight stretching at the front of his brother’s pants.#p#分页标题#e#
“You must be hungry,” he said, turning to Evangeline, touching her hand lightly as Syn took his place at the square table.
She looked from Syn to him and nodded.
“I don’t have clothes,” she said, sounding like a lost little girl.
“No, you don’t. Clothes are a privilege here¸ not a right.”
“I don’t understand any of this. I don’t…”
“Ah, well, now that’s better, isn’t it?” Caroline said, walking into the dining room followed by two younger girls. She carried the pot of stew and set it at the center of the table.
Gabriel watched Evangeline throughout, saw her face brighten to a pretty crimson at the quick, curious glances from the girls. Caroline kept her staff in check though. You wouldn’t know it from looking at the sweet older woman, but she kept her own cane in the kitchen should any of the staff prove problematic. They rarely did.
“Smells delicious,” Syn said.
“Thank you,” Evangeline’s small voice came when her bowl was filled.
“Arms at your sides, Evangeline. You’re never to cover yourself,” Gabriel said.