Page 166 of Brainwashed
It’s a clawfoot tub, definitely large enough to fit two full-grown men, all chrome handles and a faucet with a detachable nozzle. A chandelier of dimmed light hangs above, and a mirror rests on the wall right beside it.
Almost too pretty to bloody up.I saidalmost.
Lem turns on the water and begins filling the tub, pouring in what looks like some oil and a sprinkle of bath salts that have rose petals and pieces of gold in it.
“Fancy,” I hum, biting my lip.
He peeks at me. “Get undressed.”
My dick jumps at his surly command.I fucking melt for the way he orders me around.
I pull my shirt over my head, then step out of my pants and boxers. Naked and unashamed, I stand before him, resisting the urge to cover up. I know by now that he likes my naked body, regardless of whether he understands why or not.
His eyes do a slow once-over, and he licks his lips. “Undress me.”
My pulse picks up as I step to him, unbuttoning his dress shirt first. I take my time, also because my fingers are shaking, and pop one at a time. Then I unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, untucking the shirt.
Lem makes a breathy sound, as if he likes having me remove his clothes. It turns him on.
Filling with confidence, I push the shirt off of his muscular shoulders and down his thick arms. I have to practically peel it off, it’s so tightly formed around the curves of his strength and size. Then I shove his pants down, with the boxers, crouching as I do.
I allow my fingers to slide down the thick trunks of his legs, peeking up at him. He’s gazing down at me, eyes filled with that mix of nervous curiosity and lascivious hunger that lights a fire in me. He lifts his feet so that I can remove the pants all the way, my eyes finding his junk like magnets. His dick isn’t fully hard yet, but still impressive as fuck, especially resting above those perfect balls.It’s regal, the whole package.
Forcing myself to stop ogling, I stand up slowly, both of us naked and breathing heavily in anticipation. My gaze flits to the mirror beside us, and I admire the reflection. How different we look… It’s astounding. We’re like two completely different pieces, pieces you’d never expect to fit together. But we do.
Perfectly.
Lem’s fingers brush mine, and I shudder. He spins away to turn off the water, and I watch him hungrily, his large body, dark and decorated in ink, all the curves and lines of his excessive muscles. They make my mouth water. His skin is so smooth…
All that delightful flesh.
“Felix,” he hums, taking my hand. “I want to try something with you.”
“Listening,” I reply anxiously, my dick pumping with more blood by the second.
He tugs me closer and our cocks brush together. I whimper. “This time, I’m going to be the killer… And you’ll play the victim.”
I gawk up at him for a moment. “You want to be me…?”
“I want to see you as your victims were,” he breathes, inching over my mouth. “Letting go of your control.” I’m trembling as my pulse pounds in my ears. “For my research.”
Right… Always experimenting.
“Sure.Research,” I mutter, but I still nod, because I will do any manner of depraved thing for this man. He says jump and I’m already plummeting. “I’ll be your victim, Dr. Want.Slayme.”
He hums a growly noise, gazing after my lips like he wants to bite them off my face. But he doesn’t. Not yet. Instead, he helps me into the bathtub.
I settle into the warm, soothing water, the smell of rose oil surrounding me in the steamy air. Lem steps into the tub, sitting across from me, our legs together while we face one another.
“Are you scared?” he asks, tilting his head. And in this moment, he could easily be the killer between the two of us.
There’s just something about him… I’ve felt it since the first time I met him.
He’s twisted, too.
And so, while I’m not necessarily scared of him, in playing the victim, I nod.Because if I were one of his victims, I’d be terrified.
He reaches onto the side table by the tub and picks up one of those large, soft bath sponges. “Let me take care of you, baby. I’ll show you that you have nothing to fear.”
