He crooked his finger, still smiling, but Megan could tell it was an order, just from the tone of his voice.
She walked over and stopped right in front of him.
“Strip,” he ordered. One word was all it took for that feeling of arousal to work its magic, wakening her senses and causing a throb to start deep in her core.
She pulled the sweater over her head, and put it on the counter behind her. Her jeans were next, and she pushed them down to her ankles, stepping out of them, and then putting them with the sweater.
Then Jacob took over, reaching around either side of her to undo her bra. He drew it down her arms and over her hands, tossing it onto the growing pile of clothes, enjoying the way her nipples instantly tightened into pale pink buds.
Then he hooked his fingers into her lacy panties, and slid them slowly down her thighs. When they reached her knees, he let go and they fell to the floor.
“Pick them up and put them in the pile, then get into the water,” he said, taking a seat on the edge of the bath.
It seemed that Connor had gone out of his way to make her comfortable and left a selection of miniature bubble baths and soaps in a dish by the taps.
“Funny, but I don’t remember getting that kind of treatment the last time I stayed here,” Jacob said, winking at her.
“Were you alone that time?” she asked, jokingly, as she stepped into the water. Yet she was praying, inside, that he’d say yes.
“I don’t make a habit of turning up at hotels at three in the morning with no luggage and an exhausted woman on my arm,” he replied, in that sexy, growly type of way that made her heart skip a beat, in anticipation.
He picked out one of the bottles of bubble bath and tipped its contents into the water.
The scent of strawberries filled the room, and Megan lay back, letting her head rest on the edge of the bath, the bubbles slowly rising upwards, as the water level grew higher.
He turned the water off after a couple of minutes, and Megan closed her eyes, immersed in the warmth and wonderful aroma.
“Better?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed.
“Good. Now, tell me everything, Megan, right from the start.”
Her eyes flew open and she went to sit up. “That’s not fair, I don’t want…”
The words died on her lips. She had realized that he’d want to know everything. And it was obvious that she wasn’t going to be able to get out of this, even if she tried. He had her trapped in the water, albeit comfortable and warm and relaxing.
She sighed and then leaned back again. “Will you promise not to hate me when I’ve told you?” she asked, frowning.
Jacob tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “As long as you didn’t torture children or small, defenseless animals, then I promise,” he replied solemnly.
She blinked a couple of times, and then began speaking, making sure she told him absolutely everything, from her dad passing away; what had happened with that sleaze-bag Carl, right up to getting the second job at the BDSM club and meeting him.
When she stopped talking, silence hung over them like the steam from the water fogging up the large mirror on the opposite wall.
“Why did you think I’d hate you?” he asked with a frown.
Megan lowered her eyes and let her hands swish around in the bubbles. “Are you kidding? Behaving like an idiot and getting in trouble with the police, or not fighting back with that creep Carl, and making my mom believe me, or having to take off my clothes for money, take your pick.”
Tears threatened to fall again, and she tilted her head back, staring up at the ceiling, wishing she could turn the clock back and do it all so differently.
Jacob took a bar of soap and lathered up his hands. Then he took her arm and soaped it up, massaging the skin as he went. “You made some bad decisions in the past, but you’ve also had more than your fair share of bad things happen to you, too. As for the stripping; you did what you had to do to get by, and with the intention of it being temporary.”
She exhaled heavily. At the rate she was going, it would be longer than temporary. Nicky had taken all the money she’d saved.
Jacob continued. “Life got in the way, baby, and you were just struggling to get past the obstacles and make it better. I could never hate you for that, only admire you.”
He had carried on soaping her body while he talked, and the pleasure of his hands rubbing her arms, and now her legs, mingled with the relief she felt at him understanding what she had been through.
“Thank you for that,” she said softly. “I just wanted to get back on my feet, you know? Maybe go back to school. Nicky and I made all these plans, and now everything’s changed.”
“All you can do about that is to be there, on the phone, when she calls. It may sound harsh, but she’s made her choice. If she changes her mind, or it all goes wrong, she knows she can count on you. But now, you have to make some choices of your own.”
Megan nodded. “Yes, you’re right. I’ll be there, but I have to think of me, too.”
Jacob knelt down beside the bath, and soaped his hands up again. This time, he washed her breasts, circling her rapidly tightening nipples, and then rolling them between his fingers. When he pinched them, she hitched a breath, the tiny sting turning to pleasure, sending zings of arousal through her body.
“Do you like that, Megan?”
“Yes.” She sounded breathless.
“Yes, what?”
She met his eyes and saw a look of pure Dom on his face.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered.
“Better,” he said, rinsing the soap from the taut buds, and then lowering his head to take each of them in his mouth, in turn.
His hand ran down her lower stomach, and over her mound, and he pushed her legs apart.
He lifted his head from her breast. “Put your hands behind your head and your feet on the edges of the tub,” he ordered.
She complied immediately, wanting and needing to feel this man take control of her body; to lie there, and just feel, and not have to worry about a thing, knowing that he would take her to a place where she could feel good again.
He sucked, hard, on each nipple, and each time his lips tightened, her body jolted with desire and excitement.
He wasted no time, pushing two fingers into her pussy, and she gasped at the unexpected intrusion.
Her hands gripped the edge of the bath behind her head, and he started to finger-fuck her, flicking her hard buds with his tongue in a perfect rhythm with the fingers thrusting inside her.
She had no control over her bucking hips, and the water sloshed around as his fingers reached deeper and deeper into her aching core.
She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back for long, and her breath began to come in short pants. Faster, harder, she was almost there.
When his thumb pressed down on her swollen clit, she shouted out, the orgasm breaking over her in glorious waves.
“Oh God,” she moaned, trying to get her breathing under control. Her legs quivered on the edges of the bath, and he took both of them, in turn, and put them back in the warm water.
Megan stretched luxuriously, her arms still behind her head, and Jacob smiled, obviously pleased to see a relaxed, sated expression on her face now, instead of the intense, worried look of earlier.
“Do you know how beautiful you are when you come, little sub,” he said, casually rubbing her inner thigh as he spoke. “You show me your trust by not holding back at all. You have a lot of passion inside you, and a real need to submit.”
She thought about how she’d let go in front of him, allowing her body to respond with no holding back at all. There was no getting away from the fact that giving up her control to him was what she wanted.
“I never knew that about myself,” she said, thoughtfully. “If anyone had suggested, in the past, that I should submit to a man, I would have told them they were crazy. But, I…I really needed to, just now. It felt right, whatever anyone says.”
His hand left her thigh and gently brushed her cheek. “You are a strong woman just by realizing that, and by being so honest with both yourself and me. Now, sub, I think it’s time for you to get out, and me to get in.”
Without waiting for a response, he put his arms around her and lifted her out of the bath as if she weighed nothing. He stood her up, wrapped a white, fluffy towel around her, and then stripped off his jeans and shirt.
The water lever rose much higher when he lowered himself in, his big, muscular frame filling the tub completely.
“Your turn to wash me now, I think,” he said, leaning back and closing his eyes in readiness.
Megan took the soap and lathered up her hands, not knowing quite where to start, there was so much of him.
He grinned at her. “Why don’t you just begin at the top, and work your way down,” he suggested, resting his arms on the sides of the bath and reclosing his eyes.
She began to rub the soap into his huge shoulders, and he sighed in contentment, her little hands feeling good on his skin. It had been a hell of a long day, and this was a treat he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
There really was nothing like having a gorgeous, willing little submissive tending to your tired body. Well, maybe there was, and he fully intended to act on some of them, as soon as they got out of the bathroom.
When she reached his lower stomach, she hesitated, embarrassed, but he was not going to allow her to skip any part of her duties.
“All of me, Megan.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her voice was almost inaudible, and she spent a few seconds re-lathering her hands, before resuming her task.
Even when it wasn’t erect, his penis was big, and when she began to wash him, running her hands up and down the soft skin, it started to grow. A growl of satisfaction made her smile, and she moved to his testicles, large, in her small hands; soaping them until they hardened as well.
By the time that area was clean, his erect cock stood up, thick and long, and, flushing pink, she moved quickly on to his legs, washing them thoroughly, and then to his feet, massaging them as she went.
After she’d rinsed him off, he opened his eyes. “Thank you, sweetie, you don’t know how much better I feel after having your hands tend to me.”
She put the soap back on the tub. “You’re welcome.”
When she went to get up, he put a hand on her arm. “Take the towel off, and stay on your knees.”
A jolt of apprehension went through her, but she did as she was told, placing the towel on the vanity.
He let his gaze wander over her nakedness, and her nipples tightened into taut buds in anticipation of what might come next.
Jacob knelt up in the bath, facing her. “Your hands felt so good on my body, but I want your mouth on me. Now.”
His penis was still intimidatingly thick and erect, from her washing it, and Megan’s tongue instinctively ran over her lips at his order.
“What do you say to me, Megan?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around his cock, her hands gripping the side of the tub to keep her balance. Incredibly, she felt him harden even more.
“See what your lips can do, sub? My cock is going to need your mouth around it often.”
Megan had never thought she was much good at this particular part of sex, but knowing that what she was doing gave him pleasure, made her proud of herself. To her surprise, she realized that his praise and contentment meant a lot her.
She licked his long shaft, from one end to the other, and heard him draw in a breath. Then she took the smooth head in her mouth and swirled around the edge, letting her tongue slide back down until it reached his balls.
Megan took each one and sucked gently, feeling them draw up tightly while she did so. It was amazing. She’d never been comfortable doing this before, but now all she wanted to do was try as many different things as she could just to see what gave him the best reaction.
Flicking her tongue along the underside of his shaft, right above his balls, caused his body to jerk, and she smiled.
“Wow, who has the control now?”
she thought.
Then she took all of him into her mouth and tightened her lips, sucking hard, up and down his cock, until his hands came across and gripped her hair.
“Stop now, Megan. You are very, very good at this, but I want to finish inside you. And if we stay here much longer, that won’t be possible.”
Her whole core began to pulse at his words. She’d never wanted a man so much in her life. In fact, she’d always assumed she just didn’t have that strong of a sex drive.
“
Holy cow, I've been wrong about that,”
she thought with a grin.
“What was that thought?” Jacob asked, stepping out of the water and onto the bath mat.
“Oh noth…” she said, and then saw the frown on his face, knowing that he knew she wasn’t telling the truth.
She would have to work on that. “It’s just…well up till I met you, I wasn’t really interested in sex that much. I guess my feelings have changed quite a lot in the past week or so.”
Jacob reached up and got a towel. “Stand up and dry me off, sweetheart.” He handed it to her, and she stood and began to dry his body. “How do you feel when you have no choice, but to do as I command?”
When she didn’t respond immediately, he smiled and ran a finger down her cheek. “Even if you didn’t say a thing, your body is telling me what I want to know.”
Her cheeks flushed.
“You want me to have control. Is that correct?” he asked, while she tried to carry on with the task in hand.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, her hands shaking a little, the towel moving gently over his cock and balls.
“We both have very distinctive needs, little one. Mine is to dominate, and you have found that yours is to submit.”
He took the towel from her, and let it drop to the floor.
“This is a new set of feelings for you, and no doubt society, up till now, has taught you that you should never give up your control, that to do so would be a weakness. But I promise you it’s okay to do so. In fact, it’s a beautiful thing to give your control, as a gift, to a Dominant as long as it’s safe, sane, and completely consensual. It can only be a bad thing if those rules are not adhered to. Do you feel safe with me, Megan?”