sheet and took her into the bathroom.
Now I’m standing next to the tub, wondering if it’s a good idea or if the water would sting and make it worst. “Alex, what’s the matter?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing! Are you too sore to sit in there?”
“Actually, I think it would feel really good.” Is that a smirk on her face, I see?
I lowered her gingerly into the water and hovered like a worried mother until she sighed and relaxed back against the tub. I was tempted to get in with her, but I’d seen the bed when I lifted her from it, and since the staff had been sent away for the night, it was up to me to fix that before she saw it.
So, I washed her, making sure to clean all the blood off her thighs before making an excuse to leave. “I’ll be right back, baby. I need to go take care of something. Enjoy your bath in the meantime.” I looked at her lips, tempted to kiss, but I knew better than to start that shit. Looks like I’m going to have to leave her alone for the rest of the night. There’s no way with all that blood that I hadn’t hurt her.
I found fresh sheets in the obvious place then headed downstairs to the fridge for the plate of fruit and cheese I’d had made up on demand before we came. The staff will be back tomorrow or later today to prepare for her birthday before leaving again, but there was more than enough stuff in there for us to nibble on if we got hungry.
Back upstairs, I put the tray on the bed and headed back into the bathroom, where she was lying half asleep in the cooling tub. I tested the water and heated it up for her before heading for the shower across the room. She was ready to get out by the time I was done with my shower, and I had another issue on my hand.
She stood up in the tub, water glistening off her skin in the bathroom light, her body a thing of perfection. My dick sprung up hard and ready, and I only had one foot out of the shower stall. “I’ll get you a towel; stay right there.” It didn’t help that her eyes stayed glued to my dick as I crossed the room to get her and myself a towel each.
I wrapped mine around my hips, which did nothing to hide the condition I was in, and shit got worst when I wrapped her up in hers. She just stood there and let me tend to her with this satisfied look on her face. I swear I only meant to lift her out and take her back to bed to feed her, but she wrapped her arms around my neck and went after my lips on her own. I had nothing to do with it.
Next thing I know, my tongue was in her mouth, and her legs were wrapped around my waist as I walked blindly back into the bedroom with her attached to me like a limpet. “Look, baby, food!” I said brightly as soon as she let me up for air. I was trying to distract her for her sake, but she didn’t seem to get it because she ignored the food after he put her down on the bed and went after my lips again.
I’ll just kiss her. Nothing wrong with a few kisses, and it’s her pussy that got the beating, not her mouth. I’ll just kiss her and touch her tits a little, make her feel good, then we can eat, and she’ll be safe. Those were my intentions, but once I laid her back across the mattress, her legs came up to hold me hostage.
“Babe, we can’t.” How can I make her understand without going into detail about the crime scene between her thighs? My dick wasn’t in the least bit cooperative with my thoughts because while I wanted to give her time to heal, he wanted to fuck. So I came up with a great compromise, or so I thought.
I left her lips and made my way down her middle, coming to a stop between her thighs. Just lick it but don’t stick it. I repeated that disgusting mantra in my head over and over again as I opened her up to take a look.
She didn’t look any worse for wear, just a little red around the edges and inside,