"Here's the keys," he dropped the ringed keys in her palm. "Those are the only two." Amani studied him for a moment. "I swear."
"Okay," she muttered.
"Um, I could show you around really quick," he offered, rocking on his heels. "I know its a small place, but there's some things that can go unnoticed."
Amani shrugged, "I guess."
Prince started where they were. "This is the living room area. There's cable and internet access. The wifi is slaughterhouse. The password is chaosanddisorder. No spaces, all lowercase. The kitchen is right over here. There's a dishwasher. Stove is electric. Um, I wasn't expecting you to agree so, the refrigerator is empty."
Walking back into the living room he crossed a threshold. "This is the 'bedroom.' It's king sized. Memory form. I have one too and it's quite nice."
"Cool," she nodded.
"The uh, the bathroom is this way."
"There's no tub," she statement, glancing over at him.
"Well, you know, guest houses don't usually come with a full bath," he informed her, studying her body language. "You prefer them? There's three fulls in the main house. You can use it whenever." His eyes lingered on her hand cradling the keys. "I was waiting for you to ask about the third key. It's for the main house."
"Okay..."
"The, uh, the bathroom is—well see, there's two bathrooms on the first floor. And—
"Don't worry about it. I'll figure it out if I decide to use it."
"Okay," he muttered.
"So," she pressed. "What goes unnoticed?"
Prince eyes began to light up. Opening a door, they entered a walk in closet. "See, I made this little thing. I haven't used it in a long time put I think you might—
"Just show me already. I'm pretty tired."
"Oh, um, it's—it's here." He stepped to the corner of the wall, where there was a door. A sliding door, which led to a set of stairs. He flipped the switch against the wall, illuminating the lower level. "When I first got this place, the realtor never mentioned that the guest house had this. So I spiced it up a bit."
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, they faced a full bar. In the center the room a pool table. A few feet away, a sectional couch. Right above the pool table, a projector.
Amani gave the room a once over. "This is really nice."
"And it's all yours," he reminded. "Umm there's surround sound and the projector has every streaming service already signed it."
"Okay..."
"Well, I should go now." He murmured, his gaze falling to the floor. Before he headed up the stairs, he stopped. "Thanks, for reconsidering."
Amani waited quite a while before rummaging through the bar. He had quite the selection of white wine. She settled on a sweet riesling. Heading up the stairs she popped opened the bottle, heading upstairs. Stripping in the closet she headed towards the bathroom. Just that quickly she'd forgotten there was no bathtub.
"Oh, fuck me..."
Picking apart her bags, she found her robe. Slipping it on she contemplated if this was the right choice. She'd just gotten here after all. "But he did offer it up," she spoke aloud.
"Fuck it..."
Grabbing the keys off the bed she made her way to the main house with the bottle of riesling in her hand.
The house was quiet, with the exception of the central air conditioning running through the vents.
Amani ran her hands along the walls looking for the, "Ah, there it is." Flipping the switch, the hallway illuminated. The walls were lined with some of the most beautiful paintings she'd ever seen. "Wow..." Strolling down the hallway she took it all in, until she noticed the door at the end of the hall. Through the cracks she could see the remnants of lights.
Slowly opening the door, she entered the first floor bathroom. The bathtub already full and filled with bubbles. With one final look in the hall, who locked herself in the bathroom.
The hot water relaxed her to the point where she grew drowsy. Closing her eyes she sank further in the water.
"I see you're enjoying the bath. I figured you we're looking forward to one."
"Jesus Christ," she screeched, sitting up in the tub. "Don't you knock? Maybe let your presence known in some other way."
"I did," he replied quietly. "I spoke. And I didn't think I had to knock in my own house."
Amani rolled her eyes. "Could you just hand me my robe?"
"Why," he quizzed his eyes meeting her own. "You haven't been in here long and I know you haven't gotten a chance to actually bathe."
"You're right," she agreed. "I haven't gotten a chance to and right now I don't even—
"Can I wash you," he interrupted.
"Excuse me?" She couldn't believe he'd asked such a question. She needed him to repeat it just to be sure.
"Can I wash you up?"
"What," she shook her head in disbelief. "What kind of question is that? Why would you even ask me that—
"Because it's something that I'd like to do," he answered honestly. "No funny business. I just want to bathe you."
"Is this the kind of stuff you're into?"
"No," he dropped his head to the side, studying her. "Not exactly. I just—
"Okay," she cut in. "You can, just don't..." her voice trailed off.
Prince dropped down beside the bathtub, setting on his knees. Amani held the loofa in her hand for him to take. "Relax," he smiled softly before swiftly removing it from her palm.
While lathering it up with soap, he made her sit up. "Arm," he spoke. Amani lifted her left arm from the water, allowing him to cover it in suds. "Drop," he commanded.
Amani eyed him all the while as he cleaned her arms and chest, trying her best to figure out what it was that turned him on about this. When the time came to wash her back, he sat on the ledge of the bathtub, disappearing from her sight.
His hand ran bath and forth across her back until it was completed covered. Then the loofa trailed up her spine to her nape where it settled for a moment. She could hear his breathing hitch as he the loofa rounded her neck, before tumbling down the front of her chest.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he managed to reply. She could feel his large hands wrapping around her neck. His finger tips digging slightly into her skin. His thumb sliding across her nape. "Have you ever worn a collar before?"
