The Sacrifice
A jolt moved through me as my hands brushed over my breasts, finding them heavy and sensitive, then drifted lower, over my belly. I raised one leg out of the hot water, soaping it up as I casually watched the mirror, finding Ly's eyes so heavy-lidded they were almost closed in his desire. I washed my other leg. Then my hand moved upward, slipping between my thighs under the guise of completing my washing, but as my fingertips met my cleft, stroked upward to brush over the little bud at the apex of my sex, a wave of pleasure too intense to deny burst from my touch and outward, making my body jolt, making my head loll back, making a surprised whimper escape me.
It was right then, too, that Ly hissed, his lips forming the foreign—yet somehow instinctively sinful-sounding word—Fuck—as he reached completion, his body stiffening, his cock producing his seed.
It shouldn't have been thrilling, but that was the sensation that moved through me as I watched.
My gaze stayed on him as he recovered from his release, found a discarded piece of clothing on the floor, and cleaned himself off with it.
Then, I followed his movement as he seemed to be coming into the room.
With me.
A second later, there he was, at the sink, washing his hands as his gaze moved to mine in the mirror.
Nothing about him right then made me think he knew I had been watching him as he had been watching me.
Which meant my reaction should have been shock and outrage for him intruding on a private moment.
"Get out," I demanded, hoping my voice sounded more forceful to him than it did to my own ears.
To that, he switched off the water and turned to face me, pausing for a second, then making his way toward the tub.
"This is my room, witch. That is my tub you are soaking in. You don't make demands here. You don't tell me to do anything, in fact," he warned me, voice steely, cold, even, but I inexplicably felt a heat moving across me at the sound. "This is my water," he went on, squatting down at the side of the tub, running his hand across the surface of the water, making it lap up over my breasts, causing my nipples to harden.
At that, Ly's breath rushed out through his nose, his eyes flashing, seeming redder for a moment as he reached for my hand that was still holding the bar of soap, rested right above the triangle of my sex. He covered my hand and the soap with his, pushing it downward so it slid between my thighs, the touch making my legs shoot out, my back arch, a whimper to escape me.
"That's my soap too," he told me. "Remember that when you're rubbing it across your clit," he added, releasing my hand suddenly, standing, and walking out of the room.
The door to the hallway slammed as well, leaving me wholly alone for the first time since leaving the basement.
My hand released the soap, but stayed between my thighs, my finger teasing over the spot I'd always heard referred to in softer, earthy terms. Bud. Gem. Jewel.
I'd never heard the word he used before.
Clit.
There was something forceful about that word, something primal.
Clit.
I liked it, I decided, as my finger moved across it. I liked it more when he said it in that growling, masculine voice of his, but that was an issue for another time.
Right there, right then, in that tub of water, with my body humming with need, I let my eyes drift closed and brought my body upward in the song of desire, letting it reach the blissful high note that sang through my whole body before I finally finished my bath, washing and rinsing my hair under the running tap. I climbed out of the bath, drying myself off with the scratchy towel on the drying bar before moving over to the vanity, searching around for any creams.
Finding none, I used my finger to brush the chemically minty paste onto my teeth, cleaning them off, washing my hands, slipping into my cloak as a makeshift dress as I washed my gown in the sink, figuring I could hang it to dry in the basement, and that I could rotate the two makeshift outfits anytime they allowed me to bathe.
Unsure what to do next, I made my way out into the bedroom.
I'd never seen the outside of the demons' home, but this room was massive, bigger than my entire home in the woods, dominated by a wooden-framed bed that seemed like four could comfortably sleep on it.
There were wooden dressers, nightstands, and a massive box on the wall I knew of as a television, though I had personally never watched one for more than a few seconds when I'd gone with some of the older women in the coven to town to get some supplies that we couldn't secure any other way.