Alice squeezed her eyes shut. He moved behind her, letting the cold, slick tip of the butt-plug glide up the silk skin between her pussy and her ass. It stopped as it nudged against her loose and cum-soaked hole.
“Deep breath, open,” He started to press it in, agonisingly slow, and she let out a whine of discomfort.
The cold steel forced her slicked entrance open again, wider and wider as the plug thickened, until it was as wide as his cock had been. She let out a shuddering breath, feeling the coolness surging deeper into her body, digging her nails into her ankles to try and distract herself. When it reached the widest point she thought she was going to scream, and then it popped past her asshole and settled in deeply, and her body seemed to soak it in.
Her tortured hole closed naturally around the narrow part tightly, holding it deep inside her. Each tiny motion of her body shifted the metal weight, rubbing the cool smoothness over the raw interior of her asshole. She was forced to admit it felt good, exquisitely sensitive, nearly painful but good. The fullness was almost the same as his cock inside her, but without the grinding and pounding of his fucking she could appreciate the sensation in more detail. The thinner part pressed up against her asshole and sealed it, and wouldn’t let her forget it was there.
“You’re keeping that in for the rest of the night. Stand up.”
Alice faced him, blushing deeply with the end of the plug poking out of her ass. Her cheeks clenched reflexively on the invader, but there was no way she could get it out without using her hands. Knight looked at her appreciatively. He loved the demure, self-conscious way she was standing and the way her pert little ass kept flexing — rebelling against the plug. She held her hands as if they were still bound at her sides, as if she’d forgotten that she could move them around.
“Gorgeous,” he smiled, brushing a golden curl of her face. “Do you like it?”
She looked acutely embarrassed, unable to even meet his eyes. “Yes Master,” she almost whispered.
“Come, we’ll take a bath. I think you’ve earned that.”
He took her by the hand, leading her almost gently, like they were lovers. It felt so strange and pleasant that she almost laughed. Does he really care about me? She wondered. Sometimes it almost seemed like it, but he was so incredibly cruel to her as well. How could those two things exist in one person? Her muddled brain turned the question over as they walked. With her ankles unbound she could have taken normal steps, but the shifting of the plug inside her made that feel so strange that she still walked with the little slave-steps of a hobbled girl. Dark corridors passed, they came to a palatial bathroom in white marble, with a bathtub as deep and wide as a spa.
While it filled with steaming water Knight unbuckled the complex harness. When it slid off her sweaty skin she almost groaned — it felt so strange and naked to be without it now. She wiggled and shook her hips, appreciating the way no straps tugged against her delicate flesh. The only thing left was the ribbon light around her throat.
Knight laughed as he watched her, black eyes gleaming. “You’re like an unbridled horse.”
It would have been insulting except for the affectionate way he said it. She might have been nothing more than an animal to him, but at least she was an animal that he liked. Alice smiled hesitantly, quickly looked away.
I’ve never seen him naked.
The thought arose so suddenly that it burst out her mouth, barely rephrased, “Are… are you coming in with me?”
“Yes. That was the idea,” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Oh. Good.” She blushed furiously, staring at the heated tiles beneath her feet.
He stared at her in disbelief, then laughed so hard that he started shaking, his sharp teeth bared in a shark’s grin. After a while she couldn’t help laughing too, for the first time since he’d captured her. This situation was just so strange, so completely hilarious. He’d fucked her so many times and done so many things to her, but something as simple as having a bath was still new to them.
Laughing like that Knight was as beautiful as that first time they’d met, but so much more human it was staggering.
“You’re a strange girl,” he finally shook his head, stooped to wrap her in his arms. His warm body enveloped her for a brief second as he lifted then lowered her gently into the hot water. It stung as it rose up over the stripes on her thighs, and she yelped as it flooded around her groin. The hot water soaked into the plugged bud of her asshole, swirled around her aching slit.
“Stop splashing,” Knight admonished, grinning. Soon enough the pain faded in the heat, dissolving. He let her sink deep before turning away, unbuttoning his shirt with damp fingers. “You can watch, but don’t let me catch you touching yourself.”
“Scouts honour,” Alice grimaced in embarrassment, but she did watch, with wide eyed fascination. His black eyes never left her as he stripped. More skin was gradually revealed, of the same marble perfection as his face. He had the lean, hard build of a man whose muscles came from life and not the gym. His muscles were impossibly cleanly defined, as if he actually was carved from stone.
When he opened the shirt, though, there was a dark scar running across the pale perfection of his chest. From navel to left shoulder it marred his flesh a cool bluish-grey. The skin contorted around it, as if the wound had been incredibly deep, and the darker colour was intense against his glossy paleness. She couldn’t help staring, not in disgust but in awe — what could possibly harm something like him? Even with the scar, he was easily the most attractive man she’d ever seen. She found herself flattered that a creature like this would even find her attractive — awkward, shy Alice with her blushing.
He let her look, completely expressionless. He stripped quickly, yanked the shirt from his broad shoulders and dropped it unceremoniously on the floor. Soon the rest of his expensive clothes followed, falling in a careless heap. Even completely nude he looked as intense and dangerous as ever, something she would never have thought possible. Maybe it was the tense athleticism of his body that did it, or maybe the scar. He didn’t look like men did naked. He had the lithe grace of a predatory animal rather than a human, and as he vaulted easily into the tub alongside her she found herself flinching away.
If he noticed he didn’t say anything, simply reaching towards her and wrapping her in his arms. He pulled her into his lap in the steaming water, crushed her to the warmth of his chest. Slowly his hands moved, gently rubbing her tender body. His lips brushed across the skin of her neck. She felt him freeze for a second, but he only kissed her. Hugging her to him his mouth traced a delicate path over her damp skin. Warmth closed around her, soaking into her aching body. His still-hard shaft crushed pleasantly against the back of her thigh, his hip nudging at the plug still in her ass.
She wanted to ask him a million questions, now when he seemed almost happy with her, but instead something made her turn around, swirling hot water. She kissed him before she could stop herself, tilting her head back and pressing her trembling, human lips to his perfect mouth. He seemed surprised, but after a long time he kissed her back, slowly at first then hungrily. His tongue darted hot and wet into her mouth before he groaned, moving her gently away.
“Go to sleep,” he murmured, crushing her down against his chest.
I can’t sleep now, she tried to say, but everything seemed so warm and heavy. She closed her eyes instead, deep in hot water, nuzzling against the heat of his body.