6 Oh My God! (1/2)

When the bath is filled, he takes soap and begins to bathe me properly. His hands roam my body, spreading soap over my curves. It's not an unpleasant feeling, though I'm not used to anyone else touching me. Since my father died, I've been living on my own in the shack he built in the mountains. It's remote enough that nobody bothers me out there, if you don't count wolves and the occasional wild cat.

Mattias is stern and bossy, but his touch relaxes me. I find myself sinking down in the tub, letting him take my weight.

”Good girl,” he praises, his hand slowly drifting up my inner thigh.

I feel that clenching sensation again, this time lower still, between my legs. His hand slides away just before it reaches the apex. I am left wondering if he did that on purpose, before his hand slides under my hip and then down my leg and over again to trace the same path, this time all the way up to the core of me. He presses two fingers against my lower lips, a jolt of pure electricity running through me as our eyes meet.

”What are you doing?”

”Does it feel good?”

It does feel good, but I don't want to admit that. I am a captive of the sheriff. This man has me to get me ready for sale, whatever that means. This is obviously part of it. Making me feel... things.

”No,” I say.

”Oh, so this doesn't feel good?” He makes his fingers move very gently in smooth circles over my lips. He moves them away just a little, making currents swirl over my sex. It doesn't feel good. It feels incredible. I have touched myself before, of course. I have rubbed myself over most of the items in my cabin, but never gotten the courage to do any more. My father never truly explained the mechanics of what a man and a woman do, but I know it is to do with the region Mattias is touching.

”Uhmmm...”

”Tell me the truth, Trissa.”

I bite my lower lip and stay quiet. His motion changes, from the gentle swirls to a long, slow rubbing motion that goes all the way from the golden down above my pubic bone to near my bottom hole. His touch and grip are firmer, more possessive. He is making me feel a way I have never felt before.

With his other arm supporting me in the water, I lean back and let my legs spread. I want more. I want to feel everything I can feel. If I am to be captive, I want pleasure.

”Good girl. Relax,” he murmurs. His voice is low and hypnotic as his fingers begin to spread my lower lips. I feel him tracing the fine folds of my pussy, I feel him trace the very tips of his fingers slipping up and around my clitoris. I feel him slide back down to the little hole I have never explored on my own—and I feel him begin to push against it.

”Ow!” I gasp and tense.

”Easy,” Mattias soothes. ”Spread your legs. Relax.”