I massage the shampoo into her scalp while my dick brushes against her lips.
It’s a tease. Her lips slowly open until the head of my cock is being licked as I move slightly.
I shouldn’t allow her to tease me back. But I fucking love it.
“Lean back.”
She does as I ask, and the water rinses her hair clean. My fingers spear through her thick blonde locks.
I do the same with the conditioner, but I allow more of my cock to enter the heat of her mouth. She closes her lips around my head and gently sucks, a tingle of need shooting through me as her soft tongue runs the length of my slit accompanied by the soft vibrations of her moan.
As I pull her hair back slightly, she releases me to rinse the conditioner from her hair, and our eyes lock.
“Your turn, kitten,” I tell her reaching a hand down to help her up from her position.
She takes her time, grabbing the bar of hard milled soap and looking over my body. She’s aroused, but taking her task seriously. She lathers the bar, large suds covering her hands, before gently caressing my body.
I close my eyes, enjoying the strong motions from her small hands.
She works her hands over my shoulders as she stands on her tiptoes, and then moves them down my back and over my ass. I have to smile as she hesitates to move lower.
She moves in front of me, her eyes focused on my hard cock and quickly lathers her hands back up, and runs them over my chiseled abs. The look of desire reflected in her eyes makes me want to take her against the shower wall right now, but I stay still.
She moves lower, making her circles smaller and smaller until her hands wrap around my cock.
I let her stroke me a few times, loving the feel of it.
“Enough,” I say and admonish her.
Her eyes fly to mine and she stills, but nods her head and continues washing my legs.
I love both her desire and her obedience. And she’ll be rewarded for it soon enough.
It doesn’t take long until we’re both cleaned and I can turn the water off.
I grab a towel off the heated bench and pat her dry in the stall, opening the glass door to let the cooler air in.
Satisfied with her being patted down and quickly drying myself, I take her hand and lead her to the front of the sink.
Without speaking, I put her chain on her, kissing her neck. And then I attach the leash with the clip at the end, and fasten it to her clit. It’s tight enough to stimulate and stay attached, but not nearly anywhere near tight enough to cause any pain.
I tug it gently, outward from her stomach, watching the pleasure on her face as the chain round her neck pulls away from her, clinking softly and then pulls at her clit. Sending a bolt of pleasure through her body.
“You’ll wear both of these and nothing else in this house.”
My dick is nestled in her ass as I speak. The sight of her in my chains, even if they are thin and more like jewelry, makes me want to spill my cum deep inside of her.
But not yet. There’s one more thing, one very important addition.
I stand behind her, splaying my left hand on her lower belly and pulling her closer to me. “This is for you.” I hand her the gift bag with my right. “But you’ll need to put it on yourself.”
She turns to look at me over her shoulder, hesitantly taking the bag.
“Put it on now,” I tell her.
She quickly set the bag down on the counter, pulling out the large, black velvet box. She opens it slowly and then runs her fingers along the crystals.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers.
“It’s for your ankle,” I tell her. Her body tenses for a moment, and recognition flashes in her eyes.
“You and you alone will put it on and take it off.” I swallow thickly, hoping this is going to work for her. “I’ll throw it away the moment you leave it. You can only take it off when you shower.”
“I don’t understand.”
“If you need to wear this at night, then you must wear it all day as well. If you don’t wear it, I’ll throw it away.”
“It’s a shackle?” she whispers.
“It’s yours. It’s whatever you want it to be.”
I give her a moment to let the rules and the meaning of the anklet to register. “Put it on,” I tell her.
She bends down and clasps it into place. It’s a little large on her and slips down, but firmly stays in place.
Once she stands, I pull her closer to me and kiss her neck, running my fingers through her folds. She’s no longer wet. But I’ll make it up to her.
I pull the chain at her stomach, reminding her of the chains she’s wearing that are mine. “This is how I want you while you’re home, unless I tell you otherwise.”
I kiss along her neck and nip her ear, looking between the soft curve of her neck and her pale blue eyes in the mirror.
I tug the chain again and I’m rewarded with a sweet moan of pleasure and arousal moistening her pussy.
I lead her with the chain to the large whirlpool tub in the middle of the bathroom, loving her soft whimpers. I sit on the edge and turn her so she’s facing away from me. The anklet clinks as I pull her down on top of me roughly, her back to my front, my dick hard and ready to be buried in her heat.
“Do you think you were a good girl today?” I whisper against her ear. My lips gently caress her sensitive skin and cause a shudder to go through her body.
“Yes, Master,” she answers with lust in her voice.
“You were,” I admit as I slam my hips up, shoving my cock deep inside her. She tries to buck forward out of instinct, but I keep her close to me, fucking her roughly and tugging at the chain.
Rewarding my kitten.
And sating us both.
“Katia, what does being a Master mean?” I ask her as she crawls under the covers.
“It means you have complete control over someone.”
“Is that what it means, kitten?” I ask her.
She clears her throat, looking as though she’s questioning her response. “There’s more to it than that,” she finally says.
“It’s very simple, kitten. Soon you’ll know.” Her eyes flash with disappointment as she takes in a heavy breath.
Sleep well, I tell her before turning off the lights and leaving her alone. Wearing my chain and contemplating what it truly means for me to be her Master.
Chapter 22
Katia
I step into the steam-filled bathroom, dressed in my flimsy gown, my skin prickling from the inner fire inside the pit of my stomach, my body on edge. I’m sweaty and dirty from crawling on my hands and knees all day, obeying every wish of my Master and now he’s ordered me to take a bath and to let him clean me. And if I’m good, he’s going to let me bathe him.
I couldn’t be happier to oblige. I hunger for his strong hands on my body, giving me the pleasure I so badly crave and he’s tempted me with all day. It’s hard to even think of myself as a Slave when I feel more like Isaac’s pampered pet. It’s definitely not what I was expecting going into this relationship, but I fucking love it. It feels like I’m living a fantasy.
I’m his fucktoy, his kitten, his everything. But what he does to me, what he commands me to do only makes me feel desired and cherished.