Chapter One-Hundred-And-Twenty-One

Chapter One-Hundred-And-Twenty-One
Ryder

I turned the hot water on and let the steam penetrate through to the large master bathroom outside the French doors. I’d lit candles for Catalym, and her pleased smile told me she appreciated the effort.

There was a flash in her memories of a time before electricity. She’d lived in a single room much of the time even then, though no one enforced this but her. Their difference was subtle yet entirely immense.

With one window and only candles for light, they’d become a necessary comfort in a dark era she’d not cared for.

When Giles came into their lives, he’d declared such things in the age of electricity unnecessary, Catalym’s comfort be damned.

“I love your house. It’s so big and open,” Catalym commented while watching me work, sitting on the long counter and staring out the large window facing the front of the house and the grounds surrounding it.

I had spent much money restoring this house, with its polished wood and grand features, to its historic originality. It had been my obsession for many years and still is.

In good foresight, there was documentation, covenants, and easements to ensure I kept my views and trees that outlined the expanse of land. No one could cut them down or alter the landscape in any way. It was good to have far more money than any one person knew what to do with.

And given how much the area had grown in the past fifty years, it had been a good plan. Houses big and small popped up around my property as the need arose.

“Thanks.” I sent her a grin.

For a moment, I watched her leg swing back and forth, studying her unknowing profile. There was nothing about her I didn’t crave on some fundamental level.

In my absentmindedness, I dropped a bottle of shaving cream. It clattered and rolled on the bottom of the porcelain tub. Typically, clumsiness wasn’t a strong suit.

A cold hand cupped my balls when I bent over to pick it up, raising chills throughout my body. The unexpected sensation made me grip the edge of the massive clawfoot tub for balance.

I stared at Catalym’s legs upside down through my own, forgetting what I was doing. Her eyes shuddered as a jolt of need and hot desire burned through my bloodstream, straight into hers.

I let my eyes have free rein over her semi-wet glistening skin. With the shudder of an answering craving, many possibilities ran through my mind.

I stood up and smiled. Catalym looked suddenly shy, blushing when she stared at my thickening cock that reacted far too quickly for her, painful in its swiftness.

“Lay down.” I gestured to the tub, unable to keep my tone level, and she smiled.

“Yes, boss.” She nodded, smacking her butt as she moved by.

“I think I like that.” I reached for the detachable shower nozzle.

The bathtub was custom-made, costing me a great deal, but it’d been worth it. I’d had quite a few women in this bubbling wonder, many of them simultaneously.

Yet, none of them intrigued me like this entrancing blonde.

The tendrils of soaked hair trailed over her high, firm breasts, which rose and fell with each breath. Rosy nipples teasingly peeked out, framed by her hair. Her parted thighs allowed me to see up her body, leaving nothing untouched by my hungry gaze.

“And just what are you going to do with that?” Catalym stared on with mock suspicion at the shower nozzle in my hand.

“Something you might like,” I added cryptically. She had the option to see in my mind, yet didn’t, leaving it to the imagination.

I flipped the switch on the nozzle to pulse, crawling to rest on all fours above her. She watched my hand with utter fascination when I placed my newfound toy between her thighs.

Her body shivered beneath mine. Her eyes were molten violet. I bent to capture her lips, and she moaned, slick fingers running through my hair.

Her legs and arms wrapped around me, gaining leverage to press taut flesh against mine. I lost myself in her mouth, forgetting everything else, including my sexual weapon of choice for this round.

Her reaction was perfect, impetuously heated, her body restlessly shifting and driving me onward. She groaned when I’d finally gained enough sense to move my head from hers.

I stared at her silent, parted lips that were full and lush; they drove me out of my mind. I reached above her head, struggling for something more closely resembling a customary thought pattern. My eyes didn’t move from hers, but it was the right one by the feel of the bottle. I couldn’t possibly believe my distraction.

With my thumb, I flipped up the lid and tipped the bottle of liquid soap, letting it drizzle over her. I rotated my wrist, and she jumped in my arms, the nozzle seeking all the right places. A flush began in her cheeks, spreading over her face to her heaving chest.

She bit her lip against the need to cry out, but that would never do.

I leaned back on my heels, and she pouted. My heart slammed in my chest, blood roaring in my ears.

“What?”

“I want you,” she complained with a giggle.

“I’m yours.”

“No,” her giggle turned into a lethal smile, “I want you inside of me.”

“Patience, babe.”

“Bah.”

I laughed at her exuberance.

I took a soft cloth from the ledge and began to soap her legs, letting my fingers seek and ease tense muscles, working her body into submission and moving upward as I went.

The need to take her rode me hard, but she deserved far better than what my raging hormones wanted. I was sure there would come a time when I could toss her over the back of a couch and thrust into her, but that time was not right now.

The mixture of sex and calming massage seemed to blend her body’s reaction to both. Every muscle I touched and probed turned to liquid until she was a puddle at my knees, so subjective to me.