than an animal to him, but at least she was an animal that he liked. Alice smiled hesitantly, quickly looked away.
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,
“Go to sleep,” he murmured, crushing her down against his chest.
