The Billionairess (The Billionairess, #1)

Chapter 13: Whispers in the Steam

My whole body was aching and sore, my wrists still burning from the rope and my back stinging from the whipping, but I followed her. I stumbled out of the Playroom, trying to shove my leg into the last hole of my pants. My fingers fumbled to button my shirt as I walked.

We slipped through the living room and towards the bathroom. My stomach churned with a cocktail of excitement and nervousness. Rose held open the door for me, and as I stepped through, she gave me a firm smack on the ass. I yelped.

Once we were both inside, she shut the bathroom door and locked it.

"You may start the water" she said.

It was hardly even a firm command. Just an order. I went straight to it. I leaned over the side of the tub, and reached for the facet. As I did, I felt her move behind me, sending a chill that made the hairs on the back on my neck prickle. I let out a soft gasp as her long, slender fingers caressed my ass.

The tub began to fill with warm, steaming water. The air soothed with heat like a sauna, and the mirror began to fog. When it was mostly full, I stopped the facet.

"Don't forget bubbles" Rose said, giving my ass cheek a playful squeeze. "Bubbles are my favorite."

In the cabinet under the sink, I found a silver bottle and dumped some of it into the water. The crystal clear water sprung to life with white foam. I capped the bottle, then put it away.

"Now," Rose said, stepping closer to me. "You must prepare me to bath."

My face flushed with heat. If the mirror hadn't fogged up, my face probably would've been the color of cherries.

"You...want me to..."

Rose chuckled, then moved closer so her chest was to mind. She grabbed both my hands and moved them to the back of her corset. Carefully, I pulled at the strings until the thing loosened and fell from her chest, exposing her goddess-like breasts. I then got onto my knees and gently peeled her thong down her legs. She sat down on top of the toilet as I gently took off her pantyhose. The way the black silk ran down her ivory skin made my whole body throb.

Soon she was left nude. She was too perfect to be real. She belonged as the ivory statue or painting of Aphrodite in an illustrious art museum, not in some bathroom with a loser like me. It was a privilege just to breathe the same air as her.

I took her hand, but eyes unable to look at anything but her, and I held it as she stepped into the water. She sunk down, the bubbles covering most of her beautiful form. All I could see were the collarbones up.

"Thank you, pet" she said.

It was the first time she referred to me as a pet, and I had absolutely no problem with that.

"Now wash me" she said. She grabbed a wash cloth, and tossed it too me, hitting me square in the face. I took it, then reached for a bottle of body wash.

The lotion was clear and blue as it squirted onto the white cloth. The initials R.D swirled into the corner in crimson script. Once it was set, I leaned down over the side of the tub. I couldn't see her through the bubbles, so I aimed for her stomach. I pressed my hand with the cloth into the warm froth.

"That's not my stomach, Thomas" she said.

My face burned. "Sorry, mistress"

She chuckled. "If you want to feel my pussy so bad, you'll have to earn it first."

She said it so casually, so confidant and cool. I would work my ass off to earn it even if it were the last thing I ever did. I smooth my hand up her stomach, over her breasts and around her neck. Rose leaned back and closed her eyes. I heard a light rumble in her throat like that of a tigress's purr.