Page 106 of Blood Day: Part One
My insides warmed at the thought, my hands already moving toward the sponge. It wasn’t like the ones I used in my service classes. This was soft and gauzy rather than tough and firm.
Master Cedric had gently created suds with this. No harsh or strenuous scrubbing, just tender, coaxing brushes against my skin.
I would do my best to mimic those movements.
I applied some soap, the minty fragrance reminding me of Master Cedric, and slowly made my way toward him.
He didn’t move, his body relaxed in this pose as he waited for me to touch him.
I considered where to start, every part of him calling to me at once.
His ass probably the most. So I would save that for last as a treat.
I knelt to begin on his ankles and calves.So firm, I marveled.Lightly dusted with hair, too.
The university required frequent shaving of lower limbs and other areas. At least for the females. Some males were required to trim as well. Although, the rules seemed to vary for men. I never paid much attention, my focus on my own requirements instead.
However, I rather liked Master Cedric’s legs. They were masculine and strong and led to sinful parts of him I longed to explore.
He’d failed me on my sexual performance. I understood now that he’d done it to steer me away from that path, but that didn’t dissuade my need to prove him wrong.
I’d studied hard over these last eight months, longing for an opportunity to prove myself to him. To show him I was worth a second chance.
It’d been my obsession.
And now I was on my knees behind him, gently creating soapsuds against his skin. His thighs flexed beneath my touch, his limbs seeming to tighten as I slipped my hands between his legs to soap up the front. I didn’t touch his groin, just his quads and back down to his knees and then his shins.
I didn’t stop until every inch of his legs was soapy. Then I stood. “Do you want to rinse off your lower half? Or should I continue?” I asked, my voice throatier than before.
“You’re in charge, Lily. Tell me your preference.”
I swallowed. “I… I think you should wash off while I get more soap.” I’d used most of it on his legs and needed more.
His palms lowered and he turned, his erection nudging my stomach. I bit back a yelp in response, my cheeks heating at the strong evidence of his desire.
He cupped my face with one hand and pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re doing very well, little flower. Don’t run away now.”
My throat worked, my eyes widening a little. “I don’t want to run away.” It came out in a whisper, the words oddly choked.
“Good,” he replied, kissing me again. “I’m going to go rinse my thoroughly soaped-up legs.” He sounded amused, his dark eyes glittering.
I froze as he moved around me.
Then I turned as though he held me by a string, my focus going to his front and the evidence of his arousal. He’d been hard for most of our shower. I’d even felt his thickness beneath me when he’d held me on his lap. But it hadn’t registered until now that I could indulge in that part of him.
He said I was in charge.
And he was hard.
That meant I could please him—that I wasalreadypleasing him. Maybe that was the point of the game.
He said the game would end when I left the shower.
But what if I made him come? Would the game end there?
“Soap, Lily,” he murmured without looking at me. He had his head tipped back beneath the water, his fingers combing through his damp, dark strands.
His abdomen rippled with the motion, his muscles beckoning me forward in a silent invitation to touch him.
