Arthur rested his head against the tub’s rim and exhaled in relief as the Hot bath water soaked through his muscles. He was lying naked in clear bathwater, and Selene’s eyes took their time going over all the hard lines of his body. He worked out every day, and his body was important to him. That much was evident. Nature also blessed him in certain aspects, and despite their hard fucking only a few minutes ago, he was already hard and ready for another round.

Also naked, Selene knelt beside the tub with the soft bath mat between her knees, shins, the tops of her feet, and the tile. Her Ass was still red and warm from the spanking Arthur gave her earlier, though the heat had faded somewhat from her cheeks. What had been a fire was now a smoldering blush. She knelt with her butt on her heels, and her knees spread wide, exposing her Sex, still slick and dripping with their mingled juices. Her blonde hair fell in her braid behind her shoulders and back. Her eyes looked down, conveniently pointed toward Arthur’s crotch. Her back was straight, and her hands were face-up on her thighs. She’d naturally assumed the Nadu position after Arthur stepped into the tub. Now all she had to do was wait for instruction.

Arthur lazily opened his eyes and looked at her. His eyes wandered from her cute face to her perky c cup breasts with their erect nipples and quarter-sized areolas, still pinched by the clamps with the chain between them. The collar on her throat was the only other thing she was wearing. It was the plain leather band he’d given her before their first session, and she had yet to take it off. Selene was his slave, and he was her Master.

On their first night together, he’d bathed her in the Shower to give her a taste of vulnerability. Tonight he was the one in the water, but she still felt vulnerable and exposed while Arthur felt powerful and entirely in command.

Selene did her best to wait for instruction. She felt as though he were testing her. Arthur seemed to enjoy testing her patience, waiting to see how long it would take her to break the silence.

The red spanking marks on her Ass were from her punishment earlier for acting without permission. She knew she was supposed to ask when she wanted something, but Arthur seemed so calm and peaceful in the tub that she almost felt guilty for disturbing him. He’d worked so hard to give her everything she wanted tonight, including two orgasms that shook her to the core. The least she could do was let him relax in a Hot bath if he wanted to.

Arthur took another deep breath in a sudden inhale and exhaled it slowly with a state of pure relaxation on his face. He turned his eyes toward the ceiling and closed them. They stayed like that for several moments until Arthur’s breathing had slowed to the point that Selene wondered if Arthur had fallen asleep. He was still hard, though. Surely that would have wilted if he were asleep?

“Master?” Selene’s voice shattered the silence despite the whisper-level volume she’d tried to use.

“Yes, slut?” Arthur asked at average volume without opening his eyes.

“I thought maybe you’d fallen asleep.” Selene admitted without moving.

Arthur smirked in response. “Nope. Still awake. Replaying what we just did in my head a bit. Thinking about what to do next.” Arthur explained. His arms were lying on the tub’s sides, and he moved his finger in tiny circles on the top of the water. “I usually like a little more planning time between sessions, but…”

Selene nodded, though Arthur couldn’t see it. She understood. Their first session was just the night before, and their attempt to go without playing together for a few days had failed. They were enjoying themselves, and Selene was obsessed with all the doors Arthur opened for her by agreeing to be her friends-with-benefits Master.

Arthur opened his eyes. “How good are you at massage?”

“I think I’m okay. I’ve… never really made a study of it or anything. Do you want me to massage something?” Selene asked with a suggestive hint in her voice.

“My shoulders.” Arthur answered. “I want you to rub my shoulders.

Selene paused. She didn’t speak, but the non-verbal ‘oh’ of disappointment would have been evident on her face if Arthur opened his eyes.

“Yes, Master.” Selene answered as she started to shift. She had to move the hamper at the end of the tub where Arthur was resting his head, but after that, she placed a folded towel on the floor to protect her knees and knelt with her thighs and torso straight so she could reach over the tub’s edge. She gripped Arthur’s shoulders and gave them a testing squeeze. There was a lot of tension in his upper body, but he was relaxed right now. Her hands felt so small against his large shoulders. Her fingers felt like rubber pushing against stone, but she did her best and started massaging him.

“Mmm.” Arthur murmured. “Less pressure on your fingertips and more on the flat part of your fingers.” He instructed, and Selene adjusted as best she could.

“That’s better.” Arthur relaxed.

Selene kept rubbing his shoulders. At first, she watched what she was doing. After a few moments, her eyes wandered down his extended body, down his sharp jaw, over his chin, down his chiseled torso, and to the cock sticking up out of the water. She licked her lips and started rubbing harder. Arthur always took care of his body, and now they were both reaping the rewards in their own way or would soon. She knew that he would reward her somehow if she did a good job.

She kneaded his shoulders for a few minutes, and then slowly, her hands pushed lower to massage his hard pecs. He didn’t stir or reprimand her when she did, so she kept it up, alternating between his shoulders and chest until he finally seemed to have enough.

“Thank you.” Arthur said as he reached up and put his hand on hers as if in a signal to stop. She stopped as he held her hand for a moment and watched as he sat up in the tub. The silent ‘oh’ of disappointment returned.

“The water is getting lukewarm.” He announced. “I guess I’d better bathe while I’m in here, eh? Get the shampoo. You’re going to give me a scalp massage as you wash my hair.”

He dipped below the water for a moment, submerging his head and wetting his hair before returning to that same reclined position. The water sloshed violently, threatening to spill over the edge, but it ended at threatening. Selene stood for a moment and reached over him to grab the shampoo. Then she returned to the kneeling position. Arthur heard the cap open.

“Wait.” Arthur’s voice sliced through the air.

Selene froze.

“It’s too quiet. Get the vibrator. I want it buzzing away at you while you work.” Arthur instructed.

“Yes, Master.” Selene obeyed, happy to get some direct stimulation to satisfy the anticipation that was building.

“The wand, not the rabbit.” Arthur instructed.

When Selene returned, she had the wand and placed it between her legs and against her Pussy. She knelt but waited to turn it on until Arthur told her to.

“Turn the dial, but just until it turns on. No further.” Arthur instructed.

“Yes, Master.” Selene answered as her hand dipped to the end of the wand that stuck out from between her thighs and turned the dial. It started up after a quarter turn and buzzed very gently against her. It was almost more of a tease than pleasure, but it was still a direct vibration against her most sensitive parts. She clenched her thighs a little to test to see if she could push into it at all, and satisfied with being able to flex against it at its frustratingly low setting, she set about washing Arthur’s hair.

She dumped a portion of the shampoo into her palm and rubbed her palms over his scalp, then she gripped his scalp in both hands and started massaging the shampoo into his hair. It was sudsy but smelled like nothing. Selene watched as goosebumps broke out on Arthur’s chiseled arms that spread from his collarbone down to his fingers on the side of the tub. His eyes were closed, but she could tell by his smile that he enjoyed it. She knew just how pleasurable a scalp massage could be.

She kept going until it seemed silly to continue, having gotten the top, sides, and back of Arthur’s head multiple times. She rinsed her hands in the water.

“What now?” Selene asked.

“Cup your hands, and use them to rinse out the shampoo.” Arthur answered as he adjusted his position and moved his head slightly forward over the water.

Selene obeyed. She reached over Arthur so that he felt the dangling chain of her nipple clamps against his neck, scooped up some water, raised her hands over his head, and then dropped it. Her hands were smaller than his, and they didn’t seem to do much. So she had to keep doing it until she was starting to worry that her arms would get tired. The gentle buzz of the wand kept going between her legs but brought her no closer to Orgasm every time she moved. Eventually, though, it looked like she’d gotten out all of the shampoo.

“I think it’s done.” Selene announced.

Arthur dipped under the water again, submerging his head for a few seconds, before he came back up and then stood up in the tub with his back to her. Her eyes watched his butt as it rose out of the water. She didn’t blush or look away.

“Pull the drain, and get the soap. You’re going to wash me.” Arthur told her. “Every inch.” There was a tone of warning in his voice. “Don’t miss a spot. If you do a good job, you’ll earn an Orgasm. If you do a bad job, you’ll earn an edging.”

Spanking itself wasn’t a punishment. Selene enjoyed it too much. Edging, on the other hand, was something she learned she viscerally hated. She remembered her punishment earlier when he’d spanked her and driven her to the very edge of Orgasm, only for Arthur to deny her release. She hadn’t liked it one bit. It was like not being allowed to exhale.

Even if it did make the final Orgasm that much more intense, it was still frustrating beyond anything else she’d ever experienced, and she had to share a room with her Sister until she moved out to college. That was the same Sister who’d walked in on them when they were playing earlier in Selene’s apartment and stormed out after a brief yelling match. Princess Kat, the prude.

The thought of her made Selene’s nose twitch, but she let it go with an exhale. They were safe now, here in Arthur’s apartment, and all thoughts of anything outside these walls – family strife, classwork, or friend drama had no place here. She brought herself back to Arthur and answered him.

“I’ll do a good job.” Selene said earnestly as she looked for the soap. She spotted the bar and picked it up as Arthur stood. The water dripped off of him and down his body in little trails that she couldn’t help but watch and try to anticipate. She licked her lips unconsciously as she stood. It was tricky to stand with her legs pressed together to keep the vibrator trapped between them, but she managed it.

“Turn the vibrator off.” Arthur instructed.

Selene obeyed, leaving it behind as she moved in front of him.

Selene pulled the drain and dipped the bar of soap into the water. Arthur’s body was soaking wet, and her hands were wet enough to lather the soap a little before she started rubbing it over him. She stepped into the tub in front of him and started with his shoulders. Then she slid it up to his neck and then down over his pecs. He lifted his arms as she went, offering them up so that she could get the right and then the left. The hard lines of his muscles as she held them, ran her hand over them and ran the soap over them were relaxed, but they still felt firm to Selene. She bit her bottom lip as she made her way down his torso. He stepped back slightly to give her room to kneel, and she knelt, looking up to his cock with hungry ideas.

“Lather your hands and wash it. There will be time for other things later.” Arthur said as if reading her mind through her face. His cock was steel hard as she ran her hands over it, almost as unyielding as the muscles in his legs.

Selene moved behind him by stepping out of the tub and then back in. She then repeated the entire process over his back. She lingered longer than was strictly necessary on his tight butt, but he didn’t complain. She also enjoyed running her hands over the belt-line of muscles that cut a V over his hips for good measure.

She was playing, a little, with his body this time around, enjoying it. She realized she’d spent so much time thinking about it that she was getting a thrill just from fulfilling those daydreams, and Arthur did not disappoint.

When she was sure she was finished and had gotten everything, including the bottom of each foot, she put the bar of soap back in its spot.

“Rinse yourself off in the sink. I’m going to rinse off using the showerhead. Then I expect you to dry me after I step out.” Arthur instructed. “And next time, I don’t expect that I’ll have to tell you what to do at all, will I?”

“No, Master.” Selene answered immediately. She was sure he took showers more frequently than he took baths, but she also knew that she would have a hard time washing his hair if they were both standing. He was more than a foot taller than she was. It would be awkward and tiring if she could do it at all. This was nicer. More intimate, too, it seemed.

She rinsed the soap off her hands in the sink and checked the rest of herself with a little splash of water to remove the spots that clung to her while Arthur started the Shower water. It only took him a few seconds to rinse off, but it was enough to kick up some steam. When Arthur stepped out of the tub, Selene was between him and the door holding his towel in her outstretched arms. She approached him and started patting him dry.

“Your…” She looked up to his still-wet head. “Your hair, Sir. I’m not sure I can reach.”

He bent forward in a slow bow so that she could reach the top of his head, and she dried it as best as she could. Then he stood up straight, and she started drying off his shoulders, chest, arms, torso, belt, cock, legs, and feet. Then he turned, and she did the same to his back, making sure to get every last drop of water.

“Now, set the towel on the floor to give yourself some padding.” Selene did so and knelt comfortably on it in addition to the bathmat.

“You were a perfect bath slave, my little slut.” Arthur said as he turned and picked up the vibrator wand. The compliment had an apparent effect on Selene as her eyes looked up at him for a moment. Arthur was getting more comfortable seeing the fire there. “I think you’ve earned another Orgasm. What do you think?”

Selene hesitated for a moment. “I’m just happy to have pleased you, Master.”

“So you don’t want an Orgasm, then?” Arthur asked.

“No, I-“

“Well, I guess we could do something else…” Arthur interrupted.

“I mean, I do want one, sir, yes. Please.” Selene explained.

Arthur smiled at her, showing that he was only teasing her. “How badly do you want to cum?” Arthur asked.

“I…” Selene hesitated, unsure of how to explain what she was thinking.

“What is it?” Arthur asked, clearly confused and amused at her predicament.

“I want to cum, Master. I do. But I want to do whatever you want me to do, and I want to please you. I…” Selene hesitated. For a moment, it seemed like she was going to finish her sentence, but then she let it go.

“Say it.” Arthur nodded.

“Please, Master, I want to suck your cock.” Selene said as she looked down.

“Look up at me.” Arthur said sharply, and Selene obeyed just as sharply as she lifted her eyes to his. He kept eye contact with her, even though it was intense. “Ask me properly.”

“Please, Master, may I suck your cock?” Selene asked boldly this time.

Silence passed between them as Selene knelt there, and Arthur stood looking down on her. Neither looked away.

“Let’s go into the living room.” Arthur instructed. “I think it will be easier to do this there.” The tension in the air slackened a little but did not die. “Crawl over to the coffee table, and kneel beside it until I join you.

“Yes, Sir.” Selene answered, then immediately turned on her hands and knees and crawled out of the bathroom ahead of him, lifting to her knees once to open the door.

The carpet was a relief compared to the tile, even with the towel and bath mat under her. She waited there in the kneeling position he’d taught her. Her back was straight, her butt on her heels, her knees were together, her hands were on her thighs, and her head was bowed. Her gaze was glued to the carpet spot just in front of her knees.

After a moment or two, presumably watching her go but in reality fixing his hair once she was out of sight and getting the last few spots of water, Arthur followed after her. He walked softly on the carpet, but she could see his legs and feet as he passed by her without moving. She could hear him moving behind her, but she didn’t turn to look and let the silence remain while she focused on her spot.

“Display.” Arthur’s voice broke the silence, and Selene immediately jumped to obey.

She stood with her legs apart at shoulder width, as straight as her flexible ballerina body would allow, and raised her arms so that her fingers were interlaced behind her head and her elbows were pointed to the room’s walls. She felt Arthur place the soft leather cuff against her left ankle and then her right. Then he placed a restraint cuff on her left wrist and then her right wrist. He took a small piece of rope and tied the two cuffs together from the small D rings on their sides so that her hands couldn’t move apart.

“Sit on the coffee table.”

Selene obeyed. She moved and sat on the edge of the rectangular coffee table slowly to avoid losing her balance or tipping the table. Once she was seated, Arthur continued with his instructions.

“Lay back, and scoot back a little so that your head is at one end of the coffee table, your legs are spread one on each side, your feet are on the floor, with your calves squeezing the other end of the coffee table.” Arthur stood over her now. He watched her obey him as he instructed her where to move and how to lay. She looked almost relaxed, with her hands behind her head like that, as though she were lounging.

Arthur knelt between her spread knees and tied first one ankle cuff and then the other to their respective coffee table legs. Then he moved to the head of the table. He attached a rope from the left and right legs at that end to the rope between her two wrist-cuffs, holding her arms down in that position too. It was a long enough coffee table that her legs opened so that she almost looked like an upside-down Y. His eyes admired the ties and checked to make sure they weren’t too tight, or the knots weren’t in any place that would damage her. Then he couldn’t help but admire her body until he noticed a sheen of moisture on the inside of her thigh.

“Such a slut.” Arthur shook his head. “Look at you, I haven’t even started stimulating you yet, and you’re wet between the legs.” His words might have borne disapproval, but his tone was one of almost admiration. Selene felt herself respond to both as the desire between her legs sharpened.

“I am your slut, Master.” Selene responded.

“Are you comfortable?” Arthur asked.

“Yes, Master.” Selene answered honestly. The hardwood coffee table wasn’t soft at all, obviously, but it was still comfortable.

“Lift your hips up.” Arthur said as he walked away.

Selene obeyed by moving herself into a surprisingly high bridge position. Her forearms pressed into the table below her, her feet pressed into the floor, and her body made a nearly perfect arch between them. Arthur was almost speechless when he turned back around to see it, but Selene didn’t notice the pause or see the expression on his face.

“I’d forgotten how flexible you were.” He scoffed.

“Years of ballet, Master. And I still try to keep up with my yoga.” Selene blushed, but there was no hiding the pride in her voice. She might not be overly proud of every aspect of her body but was proud of her flexibility and what few curves she had.