***Mature content 18+*** "Soon," he spoke low as he turned back to me and began pulling at my shirt once more. "Come, you stink." My frown at his words was hidden by the shirt over my head. "What do I smell of?" I was still frowning at him when the shirt hit the cold tile. "Cheap silver fir." The corner of his mouth raised into a grin as he fixed his indexes and thumbs along the edge of my shorts. I rolled my eyes while my worry faded. "I've never-" I was interrupted by the harsh drag of my shorts down my legs. He paused momentarily as he waited for me to step out of them. He stood back up, eyes still fixed on my shorts. His arm slid around my waist and he lifted me before kicking them to the side. "I am going to be your first everything." His words gently collected in my ear as he walked us over to the running water. "This feels... wrong." My voice shivered as my feet touched the cold tile again. "You didn't say that when I had you against oak." He peered down at me from the corner of his eye as he grabbed a bottle from the shelf above us. I gradually realized his obsession with products. He began to rub the face cloth between his palms quickly, soon his hands were lathered in soap that smelled strongly of peppermint. I gasped hard as he softly clapped the towel against my face, he rubbed little circles on my cheek.............. -No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.