Book 2: Chapter 45

I curled my fingers holding on to the tiny little ledge as tightly as I could and prayed silently that I would be able to obey my Master through whatever torture he had in his devious head. I kept my eyes glued to him while he went through the motions of cleaning up.

I wanted to be angry, frustrated, or even annoyed at him for just leaving me standing there, but I got to watch him as the water ran down his body like a river making its way to the ocean. I was able to look on as his powerful, strong, hands rub every piece of his skin making sure it was clean. It was a sight I had never had the pleasure of before, I had seen him naked plenty of times, but this seemed to be different more intimate.

He looked up at me from the corner of his eye and I could see the side of his mouth raise as he dropped the washcloth lower, sliding it slowly down his abs until he circled the base of his jutting erection. The muscles on the back of his hands clenched as he slowly began pumping