My obedience is rewarded in the bath (Patreon)

I stand up in the bath, rinsing the warm water all over my thirsty body. Suds of soap drip into the tub as the late evening sun pounds through the window. I’d just got back from his office, squeezing in a quick workout as he finished the Tate Case. The bath was to try and get all the sweat and aches out of me but I am feeling a little more adventurous than just the usual wash, a little more risqué than the usual shower head over my breasts. 

Through the steam I hear the handle on the door creaking, the slow turning motion drawing my ears to the sound as I hear his loafers on the floor. The door closes with a quick snap and he clears his throat. 

“I liked what you did with the papers today, I’ve never seen them neater on my desk.”

My body shivers a little with his deep baritone voice as he steps closer to me, I know he’s fully clothed, I won’t be able to touch him properly until he has my hands flailing over the edge of the bath tub, my nails digging into the ceramic with several orgasms flushed out of me. He makes the rules, I follow them. That’s the way it is. 

The steps grow louder as I hear him come to a stop just in front of me, shrouded by the steam, a handsome enigma trapped in a cloud of my burgeoning seduction. He’s six foot five, I know he’s wearing that dark blue suit with the red tie, I bet the steam is doing wonders for the veins in his forearms and hands, perfect for taking control of his little girl. A citrus smell emanates from his body, the cologne reacting powerfully with the tornado of steam billowing around me, a nice erotic accoutrement to his first touches. 

“You weren’t wearing any panties today were you? Expecting me to bend you over my desk were we? How cute of you.”

His wet hand slithers across my throat as his other trails down my breasts, massaging me and bringing my nipples to a taut erection. It feels so good already, the tension of the past few weeks dissipating from me. He’s gentler today, more sensual with his touches as my nipples rub against his talented fingers. I still can’t see him fully as he grips my neck harder and strokes my belly, circling on my stomach gently before he slicks his finger against my aching flower. In a slow motion, he strokes me through the steam, my vulva wetting his fingertips as my breath grows a little faster and he inserts his index finger inside me, letting my hips move onto his hand and his other hand grips the base of my hair, roughing me around exactly as he likes. 

Kissing my belly and pubic bone, my head rolls back with his tongue lapping against the top of my pubic hair. Carefully, he moves down on me, my eyes closing and my hands reaching for his hair, anything to grip onto before the sensation begins. Very slowly he traces his tongue against the hood of my clit before moving to my opening, inserting and pulling my moist excitement out of me with his tongue and index finger as I muffle a loud moan, my hips grinding hard against his face. Fuck, I want you to taste me so badly sir. 

“You know how I reward you when you’re an obedient little girl. Sit back in the tub, get comfortable, your mine for the evening.”

“Yes sir.”