Chapter 2 #3
He smiled and I took a step back. He looked genuinely happy and that made me even more nervous but as I searched his unexpected expression, I realized that there wasn’t even an ounce of malice there. He even appeared to be proud.
“Aren’t you going to punish me for trying to bite you?” I finally ventured my disbelief more than clear in my tone.
He shook his head.
“No, I’m not going to punish you, my feisty little human,” he answered.
I just looked at him dumbly, not really believing his words. At any moment, I expected him to lash out, but he never did. He just smiled more warmly at me then.
“If you hadn’t have tried to fight back, at least a little, I would have been disappointed in you,” he replied, his voice warm.
I felt myself falter then. Up until that point, his rough use of my body had aroused me and that was it.
Moments of kindness like this though made me feel off-balance and I didn’t quite know how I felt about them.
I stared back at him and it was then I realized that I might like him, at least just a little.
I turned away, wrapping my arms around my chest. This man had taken me and in a single afternoon, he’d turned my world completely upside down and I knew I’d never be the same.
I knew that for the rest of my life, no man would ever come close to what he’d given me and that I’d always compare each and every one to this beast of an alien man.
I bit my lip and he reached for me. This time, I didn’t run or try to pull away. Instead, I allowed him to take me in his arms and hold me. The walls around my heart fractured just a little and I curled into his embrace, allowing myself to feel safe, at least for a little while.
“Come, let’s get you all washed up,” he whispered, his voice soft and comforting.
He gently took my fingers in his, clasping his hand protectively around mine and led me to a closed door not far from where we stood. He opened the dark wooden door, and I looked nervously inside.
Marble tiles lined the floor, large and rectangular with heavy gray veins running through each one.
A large vanity and mirror were to the left and on the right was a glass-encased shower with multiple showerheads that appeared to mimic the rain.
Next to the shower was a very deep jetted tub that looked large enough for at least four people Bane’s size.
He sat down on the side of the tub and turned on the water with the press of a button. The flow of water was fast but smooth and within a minute or two, the tub was almost full. He took a few bottles off a nearby shelf and I watched as he poured several oils into the water.
The scent of roses filled the air and I sighed with pleasure. I hadn’t smelled anything that wonderful in a long time. Dryac was a gritty, dirty place but the life of a smuggler wasn’t exactly a nice and clean one.
In fact, I couldn’t really remember the last time I’d had a bath. Especially not one this nice in a place like this.
He turned off the water and extended his hand to me. I took it and stepped toward him, allowing myself to trust him for a moment.
“I’m going to take these off now. It’s going to hurt for a little while. This isn’t a punishment, my little human. Do you understand me?” he asked softly, all while holding my gaze steady with his.
“Yes,” I replied, biting my lip.
“Yes, what?” he scolded gently, and I felt myself blush at his dominance.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, almost breathless.
He smiled and my heart fluttered just a little in response.
He placed one hand on my hip and with the other, he reached for the clamp on my left nipple.
His grip on my hip tightened and when he took off the clip, I was grateful for it.
Pain lanced across my breast and I cried out, whimpering out loud from the terrible agony.
He quickly removed the clamp on my right nipple, and I cried out once more.
I arched my back, pressing my breasts upward as I tried to cope. Tiny pants escaped my lips and I squeezed my eyes shut, quivering as I did so. My arms curled forward, and I gently squeezed my breasts, careful to avoid my very sore and very sensitive nipples.
“Good girl,” he murmured and with those words, every single moment of pain was worth it to hear his pleasure.
After several more moments, the pain gradually faded away and I slowly gathered myself. I stood up straight, opening my eyes and watching as he reached for the last clamp between my legs.
“This one is going to be the hardest, little human,” he said quietly, just resting his fingers on top of it. My clit throbbed back to life and I squirmed just a little as I stood before him.
“Ready?” he asked then and I took a deep breath, nodding as I did so.
He released the clamp on my clit and exquisite agony poured over me, extreme in its intensity and I struggled to cope with it. Desperate cries of pain ripped from my throat and I curled forward, resting my head on his shoulder as I trembled before him.
His palm on my hip never left my body, holding me and supporting me at the same time and something about it made the pain easier to take. It was calming in a sense and I was thankful for it.
My clit throbbed and pulsed with pain and pleasure, a confusing mixture that left me reeling for several long minutes after he removed the clip. Finally, when the sting faded enough, I stood back up and curled my arms around my waist.
“You did well, my little human,” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but smile at his praise.
“Come now. Let’s get you clean,” he said while taking my hand in his once again.
Carefully, he helped me climb into the tub and I sucked in a breath as I slipped a few toes into the warmth of the water.
It felt even more wonderful than I could have imagined.
He helped me to sit down in the water and I moaned with pleasure at the feeling of it. Then he gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled up, exposing a chest made of chiseled muscles. Breathlessly, I watched as he took off his shirt and then his pants, leaving him naked before me.
If I had thought he was powerful before fully clothed, it was nothing compared to seeing him completely naked for the first time.
Despite coming three times already today, his cock was hard once again.
Impressive. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a smile of pleasure while I pressed my thighs together.
My legs quivered as I took in his commanding form.
I struggled with feelings of arousal and a small tingle of fear as he stood before me.
Every inch of his body was hard, chiseled muscle. His tanned skin glowed in the dimmed light and I licked my lips, exploring his massive physique as I did so.
“Like what you see, Cara?” he teased, and I tore my eyes away, only to turn them back a second later. I couldn’t get enough.
His waist narrowed into a tight V, revealing his hipbones that trailed straight down to his cock. His legs were thick, much larger than even the two of mine combined together and incredibly strong. His arms and chest were no different. He was solid.
And tonight, I had every single moment of his attention.
He climbed into the tub then and reached for me. He pulled me to him so that my back pressed against his chest. I could feel the hardness of his cock nudging my lower back, but he made no move to fuck me. Instead, he just held me.
As the minutes passed, every ounce of tenseness left my body.
I allowed myself to relax and an intense calm came over me then.
I felt him move behind me and then I heard the cap of a bottle click open.
I turned my head, watching quietly as he poured what appeared to be a thick creamy shampoo into his palm.
I scooted away just a little bit so that I could arch back and wet my hair.
He took his hands and worked them into my hair, gently working up a lather as he did so.
I moaned softly as his fingertips massaged my scalp.
Gooseflesh rose all over my skin. My nipples hardened and my clit pulsed with pleasure at his tender touch.
Uncontrollable desire raced through me and my eyes rolled back in my head.
I hadn’t known how good a man’s fingers could feel on my body until that moment.
I leaned back into his touch, letting him take control of me in the bath and giving him everything I had to give.
He washed my hair for a while, taking care to pet and soothe me as he did so.
Then he helped me to gently lean back and rinse the shampoo clean.
Next, he conditioned my hair with several oils, using his fingers to gently tease out all the knots and tangles as he did so. I didn’t fight him in the slightest.
After he was finished with my hair, he turned me around to face him and washed my face with a soft cloth. He gently scrubbed away at the dried cum and tears on my cheeks, ensuring that no soap got into my eyes as he did so.
Then he began to wash my body.
He took the cloth and tenderly washed every inch of me. He spent extra time caring for my sore nipples and softly scrubbing between my thighs. When he finished, he instructed me to lean over the edge of the tub, exposing myself as I did so.
“Reach back and spread yourself for me, Cara,” he said gently, and I turned away, feeling myself blush. I wanted to disobey him then, too embarrassed to do what he asked, but I didn’t. Instead, I paused.
“If you don’t, then I will, little human. Either way, the result will be the same,” he explained gently. I bit my lip.