Hellbound Heart

Elle felt as though her face had been set on fire. Must he make her choose like this? No! The question was, why was he even making her choose in the first place?!! If he wanted to do it, he could decide on it himself to use either of the options that he had listed out. How embarrassing!

"Answer me, Izabelle. And quickly. Or this bath will keep being dragged on." He uttered with a silken wicked voice.

"I… I don't think… Umm, what I mean is… there is no need for you to… wash me… there." She somehow managed to speak even with so many pauses in between. The embarrassment of this situation was just truly too much for her to bear. How could she let him wash her down there?! Oh lord, that was just… too… just too…

He tilted his head a little to one side, and the gleam in his eyes sharpened a little. "You didn't answer my question yet, Izabelle. Or is this behavior telling me that you actually do not want this bath to be over any time soon? Are you telling me that you want to delay time and have us remain in this state longer?"

"Of course not!" she immediately burst out, refuting his words. How could he even think that it was like that? No way!! "I… I just don't… both choices are just –" Elle wanted to explain clearly, but the words were somehow stuck in her mouth, and she could not get them out no matter how she tried.

"I see…" he cut her off, the mischievous gleam was back with a vengeance as it flashed across his tantalizing eyes. "It seems that I had misunderstood you. I must apologize. I did not know that you were actually having a hard time due to wanting both options. Such a greedy and naughty girl…" Sebastian tsked as he shook his head. It seemed as though he was pretending to misunderstand her words and was now twisting her words to imply differently to his own advantage! This blasted man…!!

Elle was so dumbstruck by how shameless he was behaving that her lips just opened and closed at him without any words coming out. It could be said that she was totally mind-blown.

"But to tell you the truth… I love such honest greed being expressed without hesitation." He mused, licking his lips in satisfaction. "And because of that, I shall give what you dearly want, my naughty wife."

"Y-you're…!! I have never said –" Elle sputtered somewhat indignantly, shocked at what she was hearing being spouted from his lips.

"Now all you need to do is to spread these pretty legs of yours apart, Izabelle." He cut her off with his almost tyrannical order. Though the instruction was something that she could not quite accept mentally, his gaze was so intense that she just automatically obeyed, as if she was being compelled by something in his metallic grey eyes.

"Good girl…" he breathed out. He sucked in such a long deep breath that she felt the sharp flow of air against her lower lips. Oh lord…

When he moved his hand towards her, Elle shut her eyes and looked away in embarrassment.

"Spread your legs more." Came his commanding voice, causing her eyes to fly wide open before she looked down at him. "Every time you look away, I will have you spreading these pretty legs even wider, you get me, Izabelle?" though he spoke in an almost whisper, it somehow sent a shiver through her.

She could only bite on her lips and nodded at him. Knowing that it would do her nothing good if she did not obey this man's instructions right now. She just knew that disobeying him would always be a one bad and lethal move.

When she spread her legs a little more, Elle did her best not to look away as he began touching her. His long, agile fingers easily spreading apart her lower lips almost ripped a moan from her mouth. The pleasure of his touch alone could be enough to send her mind reeling, erasing every thought, and once again rendering her incapable of rational thought.

Soon he was gliding his fingers so deliberately slow around her folds. And he even looked like he was thoroughly enjoying his task.

Her legs started to weaken again. The sensation of his fingers and slippery soap was just too much for her to bear. And yet all she could do was stand there and watch him. Watch him do such a supposedly scandalous act that he had somehow made look so hot. Lord… this was getting insane real quick.

Suddenly, he stopped, cutting her pleasure that was building up so abruptly. He then stood and reached for something behind him before returning to his squatting position.

A handheld shower-head was in his hand.

"Apologies for cutting your enjoyment but it's time to rinse off. I don't think it's a good idea to have the soap stay on longer than necessary… isn't it?" he said, but she heard an underlying teasing tone in his voice. He was of course tormenting her to death again.

p He pressed on the showerhead and the water that had gushed over her had taken her by surprise, wrenching a small but erotic shriek from her lips. Good lord… what did… was a spray of water supposed to feel that way?

She then saw him smiling in approval. His eyes glittering as he watched her face closely like he was enthralled by what he was seeing.

"That was unexpected," he commented. "Never played with the showerhead before?"

"…??!!" Elle frantically shook her head. She knew many girls who play on their own in the bath and she indeed heard a few saying that they had played with the showerhead, but she had not tried it. Or maybe she did once or twice before, but the feeling was not as how she thought it would feel. It had not been like this. At all.