Dirty Jade: An Intimate Encounter in the Bathtub
The house was quiet, and the air was heavy with anticipation. Jade, lingerie-clad, moved towards the bathroom, her eyes locked on the figure she could see from the corner of her eye. The slave, naked and kneeling, his eyes fixed on her. His heart raced as he waited for her next move.
Jade reached the bathroom door, her hips swaying sensually, and opened it slowly. The slave's gaze followed her every move, his breath coming in short bursts. She stepped into the room, casting a seductive glance over her shoulder before shutting the door behind her.
The bathtub was filled to the brim, steam rising from the warm water. Jade walked over to it, her high heels clicking on the tiled floor. She climbed into the tub, her curves rising from the water. The slave watched as she settled in, her silky skin glistening in the dim light.
With an edge in her voice, she ordered, "Get in here." The slave hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding against his chest, but he knew better than to disobey. Slowly, he stood up and walked towards the tub. Once he was standing before her, she beckoned him closer.
Without warning, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the tub. He gasped as the warm water sloshed against his body, and quickly found his footing. Jade leaned back against the cool tiles, her eyes locked on his.
She reached for a small bottle on the edge of the bathtub, uncapping it. His eyes widened as he realized what it was. "Please, Mistress, no," he whispered, but it was too late.
She positioned the nozzle at the entrance to his asshole and squeezed the bottle, releasing a stream of warm water into him. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to suppress the strange sensation of fullness and the urge to let go. The water continued to flow, filling him up, stretching him.
Finally, the stream stopped, and she pulled the nozzle away. He opened his eyes, looking up at her. She smiled down at him, running her fingers through the water. "Are you ready for more?" she purred.
Before he could answer, she stood up, water cascading off her body. She stepped out of the tub and onto the mat beside it, reaching for a towel. He watched, mesmerized, as she picked up a second towel and held it out for him.
With shaking hands, he reached for the towel and stood up, wincing as the stretching sensation in his bowels subsided. She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into her eyes. "Make sure you clean me properly," she warned.
His heart pounded in his chest as he knelt before her, his eyes fixed on her shiny folds. He reached out with trembling hands, pulling her close. The warmth of her body against his shivered as he tentatively ran his tongue over her sensitive folds.
As he tasted her, he could feel her walls loosening around him. Slowly, he began to lick and kiss her, his tongue dancing over her clit and into her tight entrance. Jade closed her eyes, arching her back. "That's it," she moaned, her voice barely audible over the sound of their combined breathing.
Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "I want you to make me cum," she whispered, her voice hoarse. Without hesitation, he continued his ministrations, his tongue flicking over her clit faster and harder.
Jade's hips bucked against his face, and her cries of pleasure filled the room. Suddenly, she pulled away, her eyes raking over his body. Her gaze landed on his erection, which was pressing against his stomach.
"Time for you to cum too," she purred, reaching down to grip him roughly. She stroked him hard, her hand moving faster and faster. His breath hitched in his throat, and he felt himself getting closer.
"Cum for me," she commanded. With a final thrust, he let go, his seed shooting onto the tiles between them. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, their eyes locked on each other.
Finally, she stood up, her towel wrapped around her body. "Clean yourself up," she said, her voice cold. He nodded, understanding that the intimate moment they'd shared was over.
As he stood, he couldn't help but glance at the spreading stain on the tiles. A wave of nausea washed over him, but he forced it down. He was just a slave, and this was his duty.
