She followed him up the stairs to the second floor, through his room, and into an enormous attached master bathroom. The master bathroom also had the gray granite floors and the mottled glass walls to afford privacy from the rest of the house.
“Sit,” he said, indicating the wide edge of the tub. It was practically a bench.
Shannon sat while he filled the tub with water.
“Don't move. I'll be right back.”
While he was gone, She watched the tub fill up and wrapped her arms around herself. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious about the things he offered. She knew the other girls at the house had done it with some of the trainers and some of the buyers insisted on it. Shannon's training just hadn't gotten that far.
And when she'd first agreed to go to the house she hadn't realized anal was part of the training package. Not only had she not gotten that far in the training, but Lindsay didn't seem especially into it. He had never asked for it or drifted in that direction.
He may have done it with someone before, but he'd never brought it up with her.
Damian returned then with a jug of milk and a jar of honey. He poured a generous amount of each into the tub, then left again to take the food back downstairs to the kitchen. When he returned again, he tested the water temperature and turned the water off. Shannon knew what the temperature was just from looking at it. Steam rose off the water.
“Get in.”
The tub was huge, and the water was deep when she got in.
Damian didn't bother with a wash cloth; he just lathered his hands up with the soap and massaged it into her skin. He washed every inch of her, the most innocent parts first. Shannon couldn't help the moan as his hands ran carefully over her.
She hadn't realized before this moment just how strong his hands and arms were. He wasn't hurting her, but the firmness of his touch, the way he kneaded her muscles, the way the muscles in his hands and arms flexed as he did it, she couldn't help but notice his overpowering maleness. The strength that could easily break her.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he said.
There was a flutter of excitement in her stomach as she obeyed that order. He lathered up again, and ran his hands between her legs, stroking her pussy for several moments until she started moving with him, her breathing going deeper with each stroke.
Damian chuckled. “We're just getting you clean. We aren't even to the fun and games yet. Pace yourself.”
He lathered up again and then his hands were on her ass, first massaging over her cheeks, then dipping between until he was touching her in the most intimate way she'd ever been touched. Once he'd lathered her, he rinsed her, and rubbed between her cheeks. He repeated this pattern several times. He pressed a finger slowly inside her ass under the water and she gasped at the not entirely unwelcome intrusion.
“Still just getting you clean,” he said, chuckling again.
He drained the water out and ordered her out of the tub. Then he brought over a fluffy white towel and started to carefully dry her. When she was dry, he led her back downstairs to the dungeon.
“Get in the bed and try to relax,” he said.
She was relaxed. Surprisingly relaxed. Between the warmth of the water and the way he'd touched her, she was feeling a lot less scared about this and a lot more sure he would take good care of her. And she was very very clean right now so she wasn't self-conscious or afraid this would be gross or embarrassing.
“Sir?”
“Hmmm?” he was at the other end of the room, taking things out of a large black box.
“What if it does hurt? Will you stop?”
“It won't hurt because I know what I'm doing,” he said. “But hypothetically if you are in pain, I will stop.”
She let out a long breath. “Okay.”
Damian returned laden down with objects from the box. “Close your eyes, baby.”
Shannon closed her eyes and he tied a blindfold around them.
“I don't want you to look at me or anything in this room or anticipate or make judgments about anything. I just want you to feel. Just focus on the sensory experience, okay?”
“Yes, Sir,”
“Lie on your back and spread your legs for me.”
Shannon did as he asked. She yelped when a tongue was unexpectedly between her legs, laving the tight bundle of nerves, sucking lightly on her clit. Then a finger was inside her, then two, moving in slow circles within her, then pumping, dragging out her wetness until his finger fucking made sounds. His mouth went back to licking and sucking as she arched off the bed, pressing herself hard against his face.
“Please,” she whimpered.
She heard a buzzing sound, then he slid a vibrating toy, not inside her pussy and not to rest against her clit, but against the tight bud of her asshole. She moaned and squirmed barely able to process this new set of sensations.
“Holy fuck,” she said, pressing herself harder against the vibrations, wanting him to put it inside her ass, and shocked by her own reaction and desire. Why had nobody ever shown her this?
“Oh, this is nothing,” Damian said. “I'm just getting started with you.”
When he'd driven her to near madness he took the toy away and it occurred to her that Damian used anal play in the same way Lindsay used the arousal cream. Then she nearly lost her mind thinking of how she might cope with both of these torments at once.
A whimper escaped her throat at the thought, and Damian stroked her hip. “You're okay,” he said, misreading the whimper. He flipped her onto her stomach so she was lying on the pillow; then he arranged her so that her ass was in the air. A few moments later, his finger, wet with lube pressed at her back entrance.
“Relax, let me inside you,” he murmured.
She took slow deep breaths and relaxed as he pressed inside her past the tight band of muscles and slowly stroked her from the inside. “Good girl,” he said.
He did this for several minutes, then withdrew. And then something else, hard and metal and wet with lube pressed at her opening. It was a little larger than his finger, but it's smoothness allowed the toy to push inside her with less resistance.
She gasped at this new exquisite intrusion. Fuck why had she not done this before? After a while he removed the toy as well.
“No, please... more, more,” she moaned, surprised at her own panic that he might stop this.
“I'm not done with you yet, don't worry.”
Her ears perked up at another buzzing sound. It wasn't the same toy as the first. It sounded different. This one was cold and slippery from lube as it slipped inside her ass, and yet again, just a tiny bit larger than the last object he'd used. This realization of how he was working her up, slowly expanding her to eventually accept his cock sent a gush of pulsing wetness between her legs.
He held the new intruder there, letting it vibrate gently inside her, then there was another buzzing. She turned her head to the sound as if trying to look for the source of it even though the blindfold made that impossible.
He pressed the second vibrator inside her dripping pussy. Both of the toys were at the lowest possible setting, just a bare hint of a rumble inside her. With achingly slow movements, Damian slid the two toys in and out of her in tandem.
Shannon writhed and moaned and panted. “Please Sir, please fuck my ass.”