“Get in, Inayah,” Salem spoke with levelled casualness, pointing at the opposite end of the claw tub. It was Victorian and large enough to fit them both comfortable. His elbow rested on the bath’s edge, cupping his jaw whilst sonorously watching her evident hesitance.
It was either the heat of steam that caused her cheeks to redden or something else, as her gaze dropped to the clear water surface, seeing everything beneath.
“I will dirty the water,” Inayah says and his mouth quirks at the corner.
“That’s the whole point, slave-”
“Inayah.” She suddenly said.
Salem grew still, arching a dutifully curious eyebrow.
Inayah raised her chin defiantly, mimicking the same eyebrow movement. “Inayah,” she repeated, “my name is Inayah.”
It was bold of her, something that completely caught Salem off guard as he gaze with a lost expression at the girl. There was something different about her, from the moment they spoke and trained in the forest - perhaps this was her true character. Admittedly, it pleased him and shot a light thrill of electricity southwards.
“So defiant,” he hums, reaching for a bottle of wine placed on the small glass table by the tub’s edge. “Inayah,” Salem coerces, “get in the tub.”
She hesitated, “Say ple-”
“Either get in,” Salem calmly interrupts, “or I’ll pull you in myself.”
Her mouth shuts, and she realizes having her say her name and not ‘slave’ was as far as commands would get her. With a sigh, she begins to undress.
Salem had seen her nude body on numerous occasions. And yet this time felt somewhat different; perhaps because he never paid attention to the girl, oftentimes treating her as nothing more than a slave, which is justification she was. His gaze follows the bow of her collarbones, bronzed skin littered with scars from her childhood past, nubile young breasts with pink puckering nipples, the flat of her belly and soft wisps of dark hair that covers her womanhood. Her legs are just as slender, lithe muscles flexing as she dips one foot into the tub, then meeting his own mirthful gaze, steps the other in.
She immerses herself slowly to prevent splashing water all about, then begins to lower until the water rises along her chin. They watch each other amidst the steam puffs in thin clouds.
Salem takes another sip of his wine and holds it out for her. Inayah’s eyes spark in gleaming curiosity before she reaches for it. He peered over the edge at the array of scented oils nearby. “What oils do you prefer?” He deliberated, casting a sidelong glance at Inayah who was silently chugging the wine thinking he could not see.
His mouth curls amusedly whilst nudging bottles aside, “Citrus.” Opening the bottle he pours a large amount into the water.
Salem watched her watch him, the slight flush of her inviting mouth. She was ridiculously cute at that moment, simply gazing at him from water that rose to her chin. “Can I wash your hair?” Salem asked, playfully flicking water her way.
Inayah pressed her lips thoughtfully. For a heartbeat, he thought she would deny him of it but suddenly began to turn as his feet widened and backed into him.
“Here I was thinking you would refuse,” Salem chuckled and reached for her. His arms wrapped about her, since her to face forward so she sat in his lap.
“Not like I have a choice,” Inayah spoke with poking casualness, suddenly aware of his erection poking at her side. By his shifting movements it was obvious he was deliberately rubbing himself on her.
“And I’m so hard for you,” he breathed against her neck. It was a very delicious feeling, being completely naked together in a large tub of scented hot water. His hands found her breasts, gently squeezing them, drawing slow circles around her nipples while he kissed her neck.
Inayah sighed, trying not to relax against his warm chest.
“Mmm,” Salem’s mouth curved against her neck in a playful smile as one of his hands smoothed down her belly between her legs. “Inayah,” he warned softly when she seized his wrist to halt him.
“Say please...” she dared, forgetting the rest of the sentence as his fingers boldly walked down her pussy and traced her lips, before opening them.
His teeth captured her earlobe, whispering. “Please,” his middle finger slid between her wet warm folds and suddenly he grew restless. His hands seized her hips.
“Salem!” Inayah gasped when he abruptly lifted her. Lining her up with his cock, he loosened his hold on her waist so she began to fall upon it.
Sliding in an inch, he moaned and Inayah whimpered, her hands shooting out to grip the sides of the tub to stay upright. Then his fingers were at her pussy again, slowly massaging her clit, tracing her entrance stretched tightly around his cock. Her arms began to shake from the effort of holding herself up in that position.
“I wonder how long you’ll last,” Salem said roguishly, his voice gloating but thickened with desire.
Quickly tiring of the game, he easily knocked her hands from the sides. Without the bath to support her, Inayah still resisted, relying on the strength in her thighs. But Salem’s hands massaged up her back, then determinedly curled over her smooth shoulders to gently press her down, forcing her to take more of him.
“Ohhhh!” Inayah whined, as Salem’s large cock slowly filled her.
“Oh, Inayah, you’re so fucking tight.” he breathed against her skin, savouring the intimacy. She was trembling, fighting the urge to lift up and inadvertently stroke his cock.
With Salem’s growing excitement, his cock hardened inside her, and then his hands were back on her waist, lifting her. Before she could raise high enough to be free of him, he pulled her down again. And so, she began to slowly fuck him in the bath, the water rhythmically flowing up and down the tub with her movements.
“I want to see...” Salem said huskily demanded.
Inayah was pushed forward onto her hands and knees, sighing with disappointment as his thick shaft slid out of her, finally exiting with an obscenely wet ‘pop’. Then Salem’s palms smoothed over her taut buttocks and spread them wide. Inayah blushed, knowing he stared at her nakedness, lewdly bared to him.
Then the hands-on her ass squeezed and forced her down. With wide, startled eyes, Inayah felt his cock against her pussy, and could almost sense Salem’s elation as he watched his cock nudge, poke, then squeeze into her. She knew he closely watched her stretch to take him, hypnotised by his cock magically disappearing into her warm, wet walls.
“God, Inayah...” he moaned, picking up pace. Inayah huffed as she inadvertently did all the work, her body rocking back and forth as she impaled herself repeatedly. Salem’s hands kept a firm grip on her ass to ensure she maintained the rhythm he desired.
“Oh...fuck me, doll. Fuck me, Inayah,” he panted.
Inayah stuttered, wincing in pained pleasure every time his girth pumped into her, shocking her body. She squealed in shock as Salem’s finger pressed against her ass.
“I want you to come,” his was a determined groan, his finger slowly Salemking into the tight hole.
“Oh! Oh!” Inayah moaned, unable to break rhythm as her hips drove down, hyperaware of his finger rubbing against his cock from the thin membrane.
“You’re going to come for me, Inayah,” he said darkly, his voice quivering with lust as she arched and gasped, her eyes widening.
Excited to distraction, he fought to delay his own climax.
Inayah felt his pulsing cock fill her, his finger sinuously probing her ass, and she couldn’t hold on any longer.
Her eyes glazed over. Salem’s finger pressed deeper and she tipped over the edge into an all-consuming rush of pleasure that took her breath away.
“Ahhh! I’m...uh...Fuck!” she squealed. Desperately pushing down, she paused with him fully sheathed inside her. Numerous thrills sparked delightfully around her lower body, right up to her nipples.
“Yes,” Salem groaned, withdrawing his finger and forcing her up and down a few more pumps. Then he pushed her forward and watched her pussy slickly release his cock. His eyes flared at how open she was after his immediate withdrawal before the perfect little gape quickly constricted back to its usual tight, pink slit. Jerking himself, he spread one of her cheeks wide, then pried her pussy open with two fingers.
“Fuck!” he grunted, spraying her spread holes with cum.
Still panting, Inayah made a small choking sound as she felt his warm cum land on her ass and pussy, dripping down her lips to seep along her inner thighs.
With a hoarse chuckle, Salem playfully splashed water onto her, washing his cum away. Then he leaned forward and wrapped an arm about her waist to pull her into his lap. His heart was thudding like a hammer whilst she inadvertently nuzzled against him in silence.
“You’re welcome,” Inayah suddenly blurted and he blinked slow, then chuckled placing a kiss atop her head.
“Thank you,” he paused, “Inayah.”
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