Dollhouse { 𝓑𝔁𝓑 }

{ ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 XI }

"Khozyaika?" Etienne murmured softly.

The maid set the towels down carefully and glanced at her companion. The other maid, who had been silently folding clothes, looked at Etienne with a neutral expression, not bothering to offer him an explanation.

"We have prepared water," the first maid said. "Would you like to bathe now or after breakfast?"

Etienne bit his inner cheek. His body felt sticky and uncomfortable, the remnants of the night before clinging to him. His eyes dropped to his lap, and he shuddered, trying to ignore the embarrassment gnawing at him.

"N-now..." he said. "B-bathe..."

The maid smiled, that didn't reach her eyes. "Great, then we will help you!" she said.

Etienne's eyes widened in alarm at the suggestion, his heart racing. "N-no... no," Etienne said, his voice trembling. "I c-can do it... myself."

The maids exchanged a glance, one of them raising an eyebrow. "Alright, then Khozyaika. We'll fix the bed"

Etienne didn't answer, too focused on trying to maintain control of his body as he pushed himself to his feet. His back ached fiercely, the pain shooting through him. He gasped in pain, biting his bottom lip to stifle the whimper that escaped. His legs wobbled beneath him, unsteady, as he tried to balance himself.

He grabbed the silk robe from the bed, his fingers shaking as he slipped it over his body. He clutched the edges of it tightly.

He stood up, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of pain, and walked toward the bathroom. The heavy scent of vanilla and fresh roses filled the air, soft and intoxicating. The cold marble floor sent a shiver up his spine as he crossed the threshold.

Before him, the massive bathtub stood, elegantly carved and surrounded by fresh white rose petals that floated atop the water like delicate bursts of color. Bubbles rose lazily from the surface, forming soft, iridescent clouds.

He inhaled deeply, the scent of roses filling his senses, and slowly, he slipped off the robe. The fabric pooled at his feet, leaving him exposed.

With a shaky breath, Etienne dipped his foot into the water. He hesitated for a moment, his body aching from the remnants of the night.

Slowly, he lowered himself into the tub, the warm water enveloping him. The bubbles shifted around him, caressing his skin. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to push aside the overwhelming weight of the situation.

The petals, once delicate and serene, seemed to mock him now. They danced on the water like memories he couldn't escape-fragile, beautiful, and fading. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached out to touch one, the soft white hue between his fingertips.

Etienne pulled his knee up to his chest, his legs curled tightly against his body as he rested his chin on his knee. His gaze was unfocused, staring into the steam rising from the bath. His thoughts were distant, swirling in a fog that seemed to cloud his entire existence.

He pouted, his lips trembling as a heavy sigh escaped him. Stepping out of his swirling thoughts, Etienne forced himself to focus, moving slowly as he reached for the body wash. His hands moved mechanically, the cool water sliding over his skin.

He scrubbed at his skin, cleaning himself, but the sticky feeling wouldn't leave. He looked down at his lap and bit his lower lip as he opened his legs, exposing his rosy hole. He slid his hand lower, towards the rim of his swollen hole from last night. He thought about Aleksander and how he had inserted his fingers inside him. He slowly tried to insert his ring finger.

"A-ah!" he moaned, quickly covering his mouth with his hand as he inserted his middle finger as well. He slid them in and out slowly, the sticky, clear, liquid squirting out. He bit his lower lip, feeling strange as he thrust his slim fingers in and out of his swollen, loose hole.