6. Flora
Flora
Water pours into the tub, filling the bathroom with steam in an instant.
“Get in, Honey.”
She slinks over to the tub, standing mere inches away from me. Her body heat radiates off of her.
“Flora?” She glances at me with those big blue oceans, making my heart skip a beat.
God, she is so fucking beautiful. Her skin is the perfect level of sun-kissed and tanned.
I clear my throat, moving to the rack where I have my array of dried herbs and essential oils, along with salts.
“Yes, Jaz?” I ask, as I pick out what scents I want the tub to be, along with what properties I think will help with her sore muscles.
I watch sling her leg over the edge of the tub, straddling it, as she says, “Do I deserve to be rewarded or punished?” Her voice quivers at the end of her question.
“You were good today, but there is still time to change that. Now get in the rest of the way.”
She does that, swinging her other leg over, then plopping in, with a slash.
Such a little sassy brat, I love it.
She watches me with wide eyes as I dump in some eucalyptus oil, rosemary salts, and some dried peppermint leaves.
“What’s all that for?”
Her brows are scrunched together, giving her an adorable scrunched nose.
“It will help with your sore, tired muscles. I want you to soak in the tub for ten minutes, then meet me in my room. If you're more than ten seconds late, I will spank you once for each second you're late.”
She just blankly stares at me as I waltz out of the bathroom with a smile on my face.
I want her to follow my simple orders and to understand that there is no going back after this.
We are going to cross a line, and she needs to think long and hard about that before it happens.
Hopefully, ten minutes will be enough time.
I make my way to the guest bathroom, in need of rinsing off the grim of the day before we end up in my bed.
This bathroom is smaller, but the shower stall will do for what I need. I quickly undress and unbraid my hair before stepping under the cool water stream.
My mind goes back to the way she looked at me while sinking down into the giant tub. I knew by her eyes that she wanted to ask me to take a bath with her, but I needed to give her time.
God, did she look divine as the peppermint leaves floated around her body.
My fingers trail down my body, itching for some sort of relief in the meantime.
A slight moan leaves my lips as two of my fingers graze over my clit, I let them move farther, inserting them into my core.
I work myself closer to a climax as the water pounds into my skin, heightening my arousal. Maneuvering my fingers to hit that ever so sensitive spot, so with each thrust a little moan leaves my lips, louder than the last. If I’m not careful, Jaz is going to hear me as I cum all over my own digits.
I bring my free hand up to twist my nipple, to heighten my arousal.
My hands bring me to a climax as I replay how Jaz was on her knees for me earlier. I wonder if she would eat my pussy here in the shower if I told her to.
By the time I finish getting off and cleaning up, I realize Jaz is being left alone for far too long. Redressing and darting back down the hallway, I find a sense of giddiness that I didn't have mere minutes ago.
Was she a good girl?