Excerpt
by Diana Hunter
published by Ellora's Cave
All Rights Reserved
Dinner done, Phillip helped her clear.
“You wash tonight, slave.” Dutifully, she filled the sink with soapy water and
began the chore. He dried, but had fallen silent. In quiet peacefulness, the
two worked to clean the kitchen and do the dishes.
She was on the second to last pot when he put down his
towel. So busy was she in scrubbing a tough spot, she did not notice him take
off his shirt. Not until he stepped behind her, his body touching hers, did he
get her attention. His hands rested on her shoulders a moment, then followed
her arms, all the way down into the soapy water. Her breath caught and her
knees weakened a bit as she felt his fingers entwining with hers.
Gently he took each of her hands and, with her holding the
scrubber, he guided her hands, slowly cleaning the pot together. Around and
around the rim he guided her, then deep into the pot itself; his hands sensuous
in the slippery water. The pot clean, he helped her to lift it and rinse it,
his hands caressing hers, his head dipping to kiss her neck.
Only the wok was left and she
lifted it into the water. Again his hands encircled hers as she washed around
and around the pot, her eyes following the movement of their hands, her body
unconsciously moving as she became more and more aroused. He set her hands deep
in the water and lifted the wok, rinsing it and setting it in the drainer to
dry. Reaching into the dirty water, he pulled the plug, letting it go. Then
soaping his hands with fresh soap, he lathered them. Full of suds, he took her
hands in his again, washing
the grease and old soap from them.
Her head fell back on his shoulder
as he washed her hands. Never before had washing dishes been erotic to her. Now she would
remember this moment every time she so much as rinsed a dish at home. He turned
on the tap and rinsed her hands, setting them back in the sink when they were
clean.
Running his wet hands up her arms,
he watched the goose bumps rise on her skin all the way to her shoulders.
“Spread your legs for me, slave.”
She shivered at his words and moved
her legs apart for him.
“Lean into the sink and present
yourself to me.”
Trembling, she leaned forward
until her elbows were almost touching the bottom of the sink. Her ass was high
and she knew how open she was for him.
“Looks like my slave likes this
position,” he remarked. “Your pussy lips are already open, inviting me in.”
Her breath quickened as he stepped
up to her again and bent down to whisper in her ear. “I am going to take you
here, slave. I am going to use you right here at the sink.”
*****
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