“Go take a bath,” I told her. “We can talk once you’re done. It will make you feel better.”
She nodded again and disappeared down the hallway. I heard the sounds of running water and did my fucking best to focus on something else, if only for a few moments. But it didn’t take long for me to get really distracted.
I kept thinking about her. How pretty she looked in the outfit I picked out for her that morning, before we knew any of this was going to happen. She liked it so much when I did that, decided what she should wear. I thought about how hard she had been trying to please me. But today, she got to be as bratty as she wanted. I groaned and got up from my desk, walking towards the bathroom.
I tried not to fucking look at her. I felt so upset, so broken up about everything that had happened. But I still did it. Risked a single look through the door she’d left ajar, just like I always told her to. Still following rules even when she was so fucking broken. Seeing her in there, I had to suppress a groan. My fucking pretty girl.
The bubbles had dissipated and I could see her naked body in the clear, hot water. Her legs on either side of the tub, her head thrown back and her long hair spilling down into the water. One hand on her tits, the other busy playing with her pussy, when she told me moments ago she didn’t want me to fuck her.
I gritted my teeth. Any other day I would’ve wanted to choke her for doing that.
I watched her for a while longer, the little gasps that leave her lips, the soft mewls that make me grow so hard I want to leak cum all over my jeans. Her fingers were dipping into her pussy under the water, and she teased her clit until she came with a stifled cry, my name a whisper on her lips.
It shocked me.
“Fuck, Felix… please.”
No more of this shit.
I threw the door open and she jumped up in the tub, splashing water everywhere.
“Felix?” she asked tentatively, stuttering over the word. “I-Is everything okay?”
I didn’t say a damn word. I reached her in two steps and dragged her out of the tub by her hair. She kicked and screamed and tried to resist but I wouldn’t let her. I bent her over the side of the bathtub and my palm hit her ass so hard she cried out, tears welling in her eyes.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked her roughly. “You’re making yourself come in the bath but you won’t let me fucking touch you, little slut?”
My heart pounded. I was being a dick. I wasn’t supposed to treat her this way, not after everything she’d been through. But I couldn’t fucking help myself.
She cried so hard she nearly choked and it only made me angrier. I’d been so good to her. Really fucking good. But goddamn it if I didn’t want to punish her hard for this.
I should be the one making her feel better, not those pretty little fingers.
I gathered her hair in my fist and pulled, making her look at me. She was sobbing, and I didn’t want to know why.
“What kind of game are you playing, pretty girl?” I asked her.
She didn’t answer.
With a single push, I sank her head into the water in the tub. She struggled, struggled like she was fighting for her life, but I held her under the water firmly while she screamed into the tub.
I pulled her out and she screamed like fucking crazy, trying to hit me, trying to bite me. She slapped my face and I let her, because I wanted her to get it out of her system. The anger. The rage. The unfairness of it all.
“You silly little girl,” I told her softly. “Horny little girl. You don’t want me touching you? Fine, let’s see how you do without it.”
I pulled her out of the water and kissed her so roughly, so savagely, she bit my lip in response, drawing blood. I wanted to hate her, wanted to hate the whole fucking situation but I couldn’t. It was the only way. Being rough with her was the only way, and her lips begged for more in soft whispers as I claimed her mouth.
“Good girls come when I hurt them,” I said into her ear. “Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yes,” she cried out. “Please, I will, just let me, fucking please!”
Back in the water she went. Softer than last time. So soft she could’ve surfaced any time. I didn’t want to hurt her, ever.
She struggled, but less than last time. My fingers wandered from her arms between her legs and she went fucking crazy when I touched her there. I laughed at her and pulled her out, leaning down to whisper in her ear.