Joseph

 

 

 

She reluctantly takes off her suit jacket, avoiding me with her eyes just like she did before. So this is her game then. She’s playing the shy girl, the inexperienced good girl, the one who has never done anything like this before. All the other girls smiled and winked at me while they undressed in front of me for the first time. They flirted, seductively displaying their lean bodies as they tried to entice me.

It was all fine. I found some of them to be too sassy, especially when they made cheeky remarks during their striptease. But I was pleased with most of their performances.

Never as pleased as I am with hers, though.

Sweet little Ruby opts for a different kind of play. Her role differs from everyone else. And so does her body. The more of her immaculate skin she shows me, the more I begin to doubt my own eyes. She’s less curvy than I expected based on the pictures, her hair is darker and her ass smaller. Her boobs look different, too. They’re round and firm, but are dropping lower than I would have expected from the silicone-filled melons I saw in her file. They look soft and natural, very alluring. Real.

She closes her eyes, grimacing as if she was in pain, as she finally takes off the last few pieces of clothing, her bra and the black lacey thong I already saw last night.

She looks different - but so damn beautiful that it’s hard for me to remain patient. My cock rises to attention, growing harder with every piece of clothing she removes, playing havoc with my resolution.

I’m not going to touch her. I’m not going to do anything to her. I’m just going to watch.

She stands before me, bare ass naked and looking fucking delicious, when her eyes seek mine, asking for permission.

“Go ahead,” I encourage her. “Take a hot shower, as long as you want. I have all the time in the world.”

She swallows, pressing her lips together in despair.

“You’re going to watch?” she asks.

I nod. “I already told you, I will.”

She sighs, something that doesn’t go unnoticed. With all her transgressions, she might just as well beg for punishment.

Later, I have to remind myself. Later.

I watch as she enters the glass-enclosed shower cabin and turns on the water. She turns her back to me, allowing me to watch her perfectly round ass while she welcomes the hot water as it streams down her flawless skin. The sigh she lets out speaks of so much relief and joy that it causes me to smile. She shall have her treat now, but nothing will spare her what’s to come later.

She takes her time, using every single one of the expensive spa products I’ve laid out for her, soaping her body extensively, relishing the humid heat surrounding her.

“Shave yourself,” I command her, after she’s already spent a significant amount of time under the hot water.

She casts me an indignant look, and I can see the spark of revolt blossoming in her face, before she bites her lower lip and reaches for the razor.

“Take your time,” I soothe her. “Do it thoroughly.”

She mumbles something back at me, but her words are low enough to be drowned out by the running water.

“I want you smooth,” I add to my order. “Every part of you. Every single day. Do you understand?”

I raise my voice, so she can hear me. She does hear me, but instead of giving the reply she’s supposed to give, she just sneers at me for a brief moment.

Bad girl.

She follows the order precisely, moving very slowly and with caution. I can tell that she’s trying to prolong her time under the shower, because there she feels safe from me. But she can’t stay in there forever.

“I think you’re done,” I say, after so much time has passed that the entire bathroom has turned into a steam bath. “Turn off the water and get out.”

She hesitates for a moment, standing with her back to me while basking in the last drops of the beloved shower. She can have this every day if she behaves. If she behaves.

I get up from my seat and fetch one of the big plush towels for her, while she finally turns off the water as I instructed. She doesn’t open the glass door of the shower, but waits for me to do it.

“Please,” she breathes when I approach her. “Please don’t hurt me, Master.”

Her voice is so weak, so frightened, suppressing another round of tears. It feels as if she truly fears me.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I promise. “I’m just going to dry you off. Turn around.”

She sighs, her breath trembling the same as her voice and body. The makeup she wore must not have been waterproof, as most of it has disappeared, leaving only a small hint of black smudge around her blue eyes. Just like everything else, her eye color is not an ordinary blue, but underlined with hints of gray. This is the first time that I notice, now that she’s standing in bright light and it’s hitting her from a different angle than before.

“I’m not going to touch you,” I tell her. “Just stay still.”

She nods. I want to believe that her shivering is not only because of her fear for me, but because she’s getting cold now that the shower is turned off.

I go down on my knees before her, something that she won’t see often. It’s a gesture that serves a purpose. I don’t know if she’s just an incredibly good actress, or if she’s actually afraid of me, but in any case, I need to gain her trust. She needs to know that I stay true to my words, the good and the bad.

I told her that I wouldn’t touch her, and I won’t. When I begin to dab the water off her body, I make sure that there’s no direct skin to skin contact. The towel is always between us, never exposing her to my touch, no matter if I travel along her ankles, her slim legs, her soft thighs, her alluring core, or the curves of her perfect breasts.

I can sense her relaxing more and more with every inch. Her growing trust is palpable.

“Lift your arms,” I tell her, and she obeys immediately.

I finish drying her off, gently lowering her arms when I wrap the giant towel around her shoulders.

“You may wrap this around you, if you feel more comfortable,” I whisper in her ear. “But you’re not putting on any clothes just yet.”

She doesn’t give me a reply, but wraps the towel around herself, hiding her beautiful body from my hungry eyes.

“Did you enjoy that shower?” I want to know.

She nods. “Yes.”

“What do good girls say?”

A frown fleets across her face. “Yes, Master.”

I lift an eyebrow at her. “Almost. I just gave you a treat. Don’t you think you should thank me?”

Her eyes flicker with hatred. She’s brilliant. The agency really did an excellent job this time.

“Thank you, Master,” she hisses. And even though her words aren’t heartfelt, I let her go for now.

“You’re welcome, Pet,” I say. “Come with me.”

I lead her by hooking my finger in the ring on her collar, wishing I had taken the leash with me so I could do this properly.

Later.

She holds on tightly to the towel wrapped around her body, her face apathetic and hard to read, as she follows me into the next room.