That would come a little later. I couldn’t wait much longer; the monster in me growled for her pain. For now, I’d take care of her immediate needs. I didn’t want to break my little doll by pushing too hard, too fast. A broken toy was of no use to me, so I’d treat her with tenderness for the moment.
She remained still as I unlocked the collar from around her throat and unbuckled the cuffs around her ankles. When I tugged the blindfold free, her eyes remained closed. Her breathing was deep and even, but I suspected she was awake. Her flushed features were smooth, relaxed as she drifted in her blissful haze.
I lifted her up and carried her toward the bathroom, holding her a bit more tightly to my chest than absolutely necessary. I liked the contrast of her creamy flesh against my tanned coloring. She was so soft against me, her perfectly smooth skin practically glowing. It made the scars that crisscrossed my chest seem darker than ever.
I swallowed a grimace and set her down on her feet. Her lashes fluttered when her soles made contact with the cool tiles, and I took a moment to steady her before I turned on the shower. Water sprayed in every direction, streaming from all six showerheads. Neither of us would get chilled while the other stood beneath the cascade. I hadn’t indulged in having company in my shower in a long time, and I moved almost eagerly as I closed my hands around Samantha’s waist and half-lifted her into the glass-fronted stall.
The temperature was close to scalding—just how I liked it—but her skin flamed red almost instantly. I adjusted the knob to cool the water. I didn’t want her to feel any discomfort after the pleasure I’d just given her.
Now, it was her turn to please me, and I woudn’t do anything that might pull her out of her submissive state of mind.
I settled my hands on her hips and guided her to lean back against me, pulling her ass flush with my erection. A soft whimper slipped through her lips, and I stalled my plans for a moment.
“You’re still afraid of my cock,” I surmised gently. “But you’re not afraid when I touch you anymore, are you?”
I pumped soap into my hand from the dispenser on the wall. The sea-salt scent usually clung to my skin, and the idea imprinting my scent on her made something stir in my chest. I rubbed it into her breasts, teasing her nipples under my palms. They quickly hardened beneath my touch, and I indulged in plucking
at them, tugging and teasing. The torment elicited a soft moan from her, and she relaxed back into my chest. Samantha liked a little bite of pain.
My lips curved into a twisted smile. I kept one hand at her breasts while I skimmed the other down her belly. I teased my forefinger over her clit, applying pressure as I rubbed the little nub for a few seconds. She shuddered, and her head dropped back onto my shoulder as she melted.
“You are a greedy girl,” I said, my voice thick with satisfaction. “I knew you’d be like this. But you don’t deserve a reward. Not yet.”
She let out the most adorable little whine when I withdrew my hand. Training her might be easier than I’d anticipated. I’d relished the challenge in her stormy eyes, but now that I had her soft and plaint in my hands, I found I didn’t mind that our transition into Master and slave might not take as long as I’d thought.
My cock was so hard it ached. I was more than ready for her to bring me release.
I grasped her shoulders and turned her to face me. My lust soured when her gaze darted around the bathroom, flitting from one spot to another to avoid falling on me. On my scars.
When she’d been blindfolded, it had been far too easy to forget that I’d been carved up, my monstrous exterior matching the demon inside me.
“You don’t like looking at me,” I said, the words coming out in a careful monotone. “My scars frighten you.”
“It’s not that,” she said quickly, still avoiding looking directly at me. “I mean, you’re scary. But your scars aren’t why you scare me. Well, kind of, because they mean you’re violent. But this is just a tic I have. I don’t really like looking at anyone. I have to for work, sometimes. It takes effort. It makes me uncomfortable. I mean…” She trailed off, swallowing hard.
Silence settled between us, tension gripping my muscles as I contemplated my next words. “Would it make you more comfortable if I told you I didn’t get these scars in a fight?” I finally asked. She thought the furrows in my flesh were marks of my violent nature. I was a brutal man, but I didn’t want her to think of me that way. If she feared me too much, I’d never earn her devotion. She needed to understand that I’d never cause her pain on cruel impulse. I’d always be fair and careful with her.
She blinked, her lovely blue eyes finally meeting mine. “What? Then how—”
“That’s enough questions.” I cut her off. “I am a violent man, but I won’t harm you. I’ll never let anyone harm you. You’re mine, which means you’ll be protected. It also means you’ll accept my touch and my cock. Look at me.” Her gaze hadn’t left mine, but I wasn’t ordering her to meet my eye. “All of me,” I prompted.
She remained locked under my steady stare, and she didn’t obey.
“Now, cosita.” The edge on my words served as sufficient warning. Her eyes flicked down my body, skipping over my scarred chest to fix on my cock.
Her lips parted when her jaw dropped. Now that she’d finally looked at me, she appeared transfixed. She’d never seen a naked man before, and her fascinated reaction made me impossibly harder.
“Touch me,” I ground out, losing some of my control over myself.
Her fingers didn’t so much as tremble when she trailed them down my shaft, feeling me for the first time. Her sharp intake of breath as she explored my cock made me want to groan. I swallowed the sound of weakness. I wasn’t an inexperienced boy who was going to come all over her belly before she even gripped my length.
Her slender fingers wrapped around me, pumping down in a tentative slide.
“Good girl.” My praise was ragged with suppressed lust. The innocent little virgin I’d toyed with and taken under my power only minutes ago was threatening to unman me. It was almost shameful, but I was far too aroused by her fascination to experience any chagrin. She’d never looked at my scarred face like she was now looking at my cock; there was something greedy in the way she watched my shaft pulse beneath her tentative touch.
I reached between us with my soap-slick hand and applied a liberal amount, easing the glide of her fingers down my length. This time, I couldn’t bite back my groan, but I no longer cared.
“Do you know how hot it is watching you touch me?” I rasped, possessive lust raging through my veins. “Knowing I’m the first man you’ve touched. The only man you will ever touch. Your first and only, my sweet virgin.”