Part 9

I leaned towards him, noticing his imposing height, and began washing his shoulders. The act of reaching up to touch that part of his body felt slightly intimidating. I moved the cloth hesitantly, my heart racing; being so close to him sent a whirlwind of emotions through me. My hands trembled slightly from the mix of excitement and nerves, and the texture of his skin beneath the soft cloth awakened a duality of unease and exhilaration. I couldn't believe he allowed me to touch him. I had to hold back the urge to squeal with excitement, though his presence imposed a quietness on me.

I dared to press a little harder, exploring his muscles, understanding just how strong he was. I blushed, remembering how futile my attempts to resist him had been, how easily he could overpower me. The simple fact that he could take me whenever he wanted, without me being able to resist, made my chest pound uncontrollably. I felt completely his.

My daydream broke when I heard him laugh. "Stop, that tickles," he said through chuckles. I froze, overwhelmed by embarrassment, and immediately apologized. "Oh, I... I'm sorry, Master," I whispered nervously. His hand rested on my head, gently ruffling my hair. "Relax, continue, please," he murmured in a soft, warm voice that instantly dispelled my nervousness.

I nodded, feeling the warmth of embarrassment on my cheeks but comforted by his laughter and affectionate touch. I resumed my task, my hands still trembling, but I worked to keep a delicate touch, careful not to tickle him again. I washed his shoulders and neck attentively, massaging gently, until a faint sigh of relaxation escaped his lips. I glanced up timidly, meeting his intense and focused gaze. That look made me feel vulnerable, even though I was already completely exposed. I quickly lowered my gaze, blushing.

After finishing with his shoulders and neck, I slid my hand across his firm chest. The contact made me blush, appreciating how close I was to him, to his body, to his essence. I sighed as my fingers gently traced over his chest. As I gained confidence, I began washing his torso, admiring the contour of his muscles. The more I explored his body, the more fascinated I became. Every part of him captivated me, trapping me in a trance. I couldn't ignore the attraction he stirred within me, my heart racing faster with each touch.

Gently, I took the soapy cloth and began rubbing his chest, my hands slowly gliding over his slippery skin. My breathing grew heavier, unable to prevent my body from reacting to the contact. I felt myself melting, the heat in my core growing with each movement, with every glide of my hands over his firm body. My fingers slid down his sides, and as I knelt, my eyes locked onto his semi-erect cock. Something inside me snapped, and unable to resist the urge, I leaned in further, wrapping my lips around his member, feeling its warmth in my mouth.

The air in the room shifted instantly when I did it. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips, filled with surprise and pleasure. I felt his body tense for a second before relaxing under my touch. "Oh..." His voice was a deep whisper, full of desire. After a moment, he regained his composure, letting out a low chuckle, and with a playful tone, added, "Well, looks like someone's hungry."

My cheeks burned instantly at his comment, but part of me knew what it meant: he was giving me permission to continue pleasing him. I gripped his thighs as I began sucking his cock, recalling what Haley had taught me. I felt him grow harder in my mouth, stretching my lips with his girth. I sucked him steadily, going deeper with each movement, while feeling my body respond, wet with desire.

His cock hit the back of my throat, and my body reacted immediately; my heart pounded as I heard him moan. I couldn't help but moan too, vibrating against his cock, intensifying the rhythm and moving my tongue skillfully. I wanted to please him, to draw more moans from him because each sound of pleasure that escaped his lips made me feel incredible. Pleasing him gave me a sense of purpose, as if everything made sense in that moment.

I kept sucking him, feeling his cock pulse in my mouth. Breathing became harder due to his size, but I didn't stop, sucking him with more eagerness, with more intensity, until suddenly I felt him release into my mouth. I heard him moan loudly as his warm semen filled my mouth. I was surprised by how I had gone from hating the taste to loving it; it tasted like him, slightly salty but familiar and warm. I swallowed as best I could, wanting to feel him inside me, though some of his cum slipped past my lip.

I pulled back to catch my breath, panting, and felt his hand gently rest on my head, ruffling my hair. "Good girl," he murmured with a smile. His words ignited a spark of pride and satisfaction within me. In that moment, I knew I had found my place. My heart was still racing, and I felt a whirlwind in my stomach.

I knew my task wasn't over. I immediately returned to his cock, licking it like a lollipop, cleaning the remnants of cum with my tongue, while my other hand rubbed my swollen clit. Pleasure overtook me, and I moaned over his cock, sending vibrations of pleasure through him. My hips began moving involuntarily, my fingers slipping, drenched in my own desire.

I kept sucking him, this time purely for pleasure, enjoying every second. My moans grew louder, until I finally came, his cock still between my lips. I pulled it out of my mouth, panting, trying to catch my breath.

I blushed as I realized he was watching me from above. His intense gaze traveled over my body as I knelt on the shower floor, panting and disheveled. I shivered at the satisfied smile on his face, confirming I had fulfilled my duty.

I stood up, picked up the cloth from the floor, washed it, and soaped it before returning to my task, cleaning his abdomen. There was something intoxicating in his silence that drove me to continue. I washed his abdomen carefully, moving down to his hips, and knelt once more to continue washing him. I slid my hands down his thighs slowly, feeling the tension under his skin. My breathing quickened as I reached his groin and brushed against his cock.

I knew I was supposed to wash it, but the desire to feel it in my hands was irresistible. Without being able to stop myself, I wrapped the base of his cock with my soapy hands, feeling the heat it radiated. I began washing it gently, sliding my hands from the tip to the base, as if stroking it, over and over again. The sensation was intoxicating, and I blushed, realizing I was lingering too long on that task. With a slight jolt, I let go. At that moment, I thought I heard a chuckle. He had noticed, and the warmth in my cheeks intensified. Embarrassed, I continued washing his legs in silence.

His legs, muscular and firm like a statue's, caught all my admiration. I finished washing the front of his body, then moved behind him, focusing on his neck and shoulders, massaging gently. I could feel his muscles relaxing under my fingers. "You're good at massages. Did you learn that somewhere?" he whispered, eyes closed.

"Well... actually, I've never done this before, Master. I guess it's a natural talent," I responded, surprised by his compliment. As I moved lower, washing his back, I felt the firmness beneath my fingers, the solidity of his body. I massaged a little as I cleaned. I heard a sigh of satisfaction and smiled, continuing down to his lower back.

I slid my hands over his firm ass, noticing how his body reacted slightly, tensing. I heard a chuckle; I was tickling him, so I became more careful. I washed that area thoroughly, then moved down his legs, feeling his taut muscles, pausing briefly at his solid calves.

Finally, I stood up to wash his arms, gently stroking them as I started with his right arm and then moved to his left. I carefully cleaned under his armpits, completing my task. I turned to stand in front of him, still intimidated by his imposing presence. "I'm finished, Master..." I murmured shyly.

"Good, now rinse me," he ordered firmly.

"Yes, Master," I responded immediately, taking the shower hose to rinse him. I sprayed the water over his body, watching as the foam slid down his skin. I continued until he was completely free of soap, making sure my work was complete.

When I finished, he placed his hand on my head, gently stroking my hair. "You did a good job, good girl," he said tenderly. His words made me feel like I was on cloud nine. "Thank you, Master," I whispered as I rested my head against his chest, closing my eyes, letting the sound of his heartbeat soothe me.