WARNING: the following is a Deviant Dreams post, read at your own risk. You can read part 1 here: Death (a snippet)
“You are a mess,” I gleamed.
“I’m sorry Grace,” he croaked from his throat. I could tell he had not spoken out loud the whole time I was away. I knew very well he was cursing me under his breath.
His denial was my ultimate arousal. My eyes narrowed slightly as I tried to read his mind through his pupils. Slowly they shifted to the slight twitch in his upper lips to his chin. Further down my gaze stopped at his growing erect penis and my head tilted slightly to the side with the slow formation of a grin.
“Happy to see me pet?” I asked watching his cock jump.
“Y-yes, Grace,” he pushed out clearing his throat.
“You need a bath,” I said. “Follow me.”
I casually lead the way to the bathroom with the tub as he crawled behind me on all fours. I knew he’s watching my heels and slowly savoring the way up as my skirt swayed from left to right. I knew he was wondering if I was wearing panties and we both knew that was not the case. Today was a special day. Today I came home.
I bent forward to turn on the faucet and I knew very well he was sneaking a peek up my skirt as he sat quietly by the doorway with a throbbing hard-on.
“Don’t fucking look up my skirt,” I hissed.
I didn’t even have to look to know he immediately shifted his head down and his face was blushing red. I knew him. I knew him better than he knew himself and that is what sat in the pit of his stomach.
“Get in,” I motioned as I stood straight and turned around.
He crawled slowly into the tub, he was doing this to impress me and prove his submission to me. I watched with my arms crossed with amusement and sat on the toilet.
“I suppose since you are my pet that I should be a good owner and actually wash you. Would that make you happy pet?” I asked as I knelt down at the edge of the tub grabbing the washcloth.
“Y-yes Grace,” he croaked with his cock pushing out of the water. He glanced up at me with an expression of utter happiness that I was tending to him.
I soaped up the washcloth and ran it across his skin. His face, down to his neck, back and arms. I took my time scrubbing away days of filth and knew very well he wanted that washcloth nestled around his cock. I ran the washcloth down his check and stomach. I watched his cock leap as it neared and he let out a barely audible gasp as I skipped his cock and pulled up his leg to wash.
“Stand so I can wash you legs,” I ordered.
He quickly stood up and I moved the washcloth up and down his thighs to his calves. Finally I moved up his inner thigh and then cupping his balls with the soap covered washcloth. He almost collapsed in the tub letting out a groan. A small grin drew on my face.
“Horny pet?” I whispered.
“Y-yes, Grace,” he slurred.
“Need to come pet?” I asked innocently.
“Ung. Y-yes, Grace,” he said quickly.
I squeezed his balls through the washcloth and caused him to double over from the pain and still his cock throbbed with even pre-cum at the tip.
“Wash your cock pet,” I demanded.
He looked confused and let down.
“Do I have to tell you again?” I hissed.
“N-no, Grace,” he stammered and took the washcloth from my hand and stroked it around his cock.
“Don’t you fucking play with yourself either,” I snarled.
“N-no, Grace,” he answered quickly washing thoroughly.
“Rinse off and when you are done dry off and meet me back in the room,” I said throwing a towel at him.
I stripped out of my clothes and fell on the bed. I was exhausted, my eyes were heavy and I closed them for a moment. I waited to hear him come crawling back in the room. Sure enough a few minutes later I could hear the jingle of his collar. A slight grin on my mouth formed. The sound stopped. I knew he was waiting at the foot of the bed and I knew very well he was staring at me. I also knew his cock was bursting and if I blew on it he would hump the air that enveloped his cock.
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