The Billionairess

Chapter 13

My whole body was aching and sore, my wrists still burning from the rope and my back stinging from the whipping, but I followed her. I stumbled out of the Playroom, trying to shove my leg into the last hole of my pants. My fingers fumbled to button my shirt as I walked.

We slipped through the living room and towards the bathroom. My stomach churned with a cocktail of excitement and nervousness. Rose held open the door for me, and as I stepped through, she gave me a firm smack on the ass. I yelped.

Once we were both inside, she shut the bathroom door and locked it.

"You may start the water" she said.

It was hardly even a firm command. Just an order. I went straight to it. I leaned over the side of the tub and reached for the facet. As I did, I felt her move behind me, sending a chill that made the hairs on the back on my neck prickle. I let out a soft gasp as her long, slender fingers caressed my ass.

The tub began to fill with warm, steaming water. The air soothed with heat like a sauna, and the mirror began to fog. When it was mostly full, I stopped the facet.

"Don't forget bubbles" Rose said, giving my ass cheek a playful squeeze. "Bubbles are my favorite."

In the cabinet under the sink, I found a silver bottle and dumped some of it into the water. The crystal clear water sprung to life with white foam. I capped the bottle, then put it away.

"Now," Rose said, stepping closer to me. "You must prepare me to bath."

My face flushed with heat. If the mirror hadn't fogged up, my face probably would've been the color of cherries.

"You...want me to..."

Rose chuckled, then moved closer so her chest was to mind. She grabbed both my hands and moved them to the back of her corset. Carefully, I pulled at the strings until the thing loosened and fell from her chest, exposing her goddess-like breasts. I then got onto my knees and gently peeled her thong down her legs. She sat down on top of the toilet as I gently took off her pantyhose. The way the black silk ran down her ivory skin made my whole body throb.

Soon she was left nude. She was too perfect to be real. She belonged as the ivory statue or painting of Aphrodite in an illustrious art museum, not in some bathroom with a loser like me. It was a privilege just to breathe the same air as her.

I took her hand, but eyes unable to look at anything but her, and I held it as she stepped into the water. She sunk down, the bubbles covering most of her beautiful form. All I could see were the collarbones up.

"Thank you, pet" she said.

It was the first time she referred to me as a pet, and I had absolutely no problem with that.

"Now wash me" she said. She grabbed a wash cloth, and tossed it too me, hitting me square in the face. I took it, then reached for a bottle of body wash.

The lotion was clear and blue as it squirted onto the white cloth. The initials R.D swirled into the corner in crimson script. Once it was set, I leaned down over the side of the tub. I couldn't see her through the bubbles, so I aimed for her stomach. I pressed my hand with the cloth into the warm froth.

"That's not my stomach, Thomas" she said.

My face burned. "Sorry, mistress"

She chuckled. "If you want to feel my p***y so bad, you'll have to earn it first."

She said it so casually, so confidant and cool. I would work my ass off to earn it even if it were the last thing I ever did. I smooth my hand up her stomach, over her breasts and around her neck. Rose leaned back and closed her eyes. I heard a light rumble in her throat like that of a tigress's purr.

Once every inch of her body had been lathered, I grabbed the shower handle and ran some warm water over her body. The way it all glistened over her was magnificent, like liquid crystal over pure diamond.

Next was hair. I had been aching for days to run my hands through those golden locks. I moved to the side of the tub near her head and folded the wash cloth to make a pillow for her head. I squirted some shampoo and conditioner and mixed the two together in my hands. The room filled with the scent of cucumber-melon.

With my hands lathered, I ran my fingers through her hair. Dear god, it was the softest thing to ever exist. The smoothest silk and softest satin paled in comparison. I ran my fingers over her scalp, and she let out a tantalizing mmmm.

Just as I finished, she dipped her head underwater, then emerged a second later. The soap dripped away from her hair, and her face sparkled.

"Will that be all mistress?" I asked as I reached for a towel. Rose lifted her hand, and I stopped. She looked at me. The glimmer in her blue eyes giggled quietly with mischief.

"Stand up, Thomas" she said.

I obeyed.

"Strip, now"

My heartbeat quickened in my chest. Rose had already seen me naked twice now, but I still felt flustered having to strip for her. I couldn't help thinking of Tristen Grey, and all the other men she must have slept with in the past. All the Calvin-Klein models, star athletes, and Hollywood actors that must have displayed their godlike forms for her.

My black and white uniform fell to the floor. I picked up each of the pieces and folded them before placing them on the counter next to Rose's things. I stood before her, my hands awkwardly fumbling at my sides as she scanned me. Her eyes stopped between my legs, and she giggled.

I glanced down. My boner was raging red and seemed to be reaching for her. I blushed harder than I ever had before and covered my crotch with both my hands.

"Pardon my...arousal...mistress" I said.

"I'm quite flattered, actually" she said, then sat up in the tub and scooted aside. "Now, get in"

My body began to tremble. "You...want me to bath with you mistress?"

"What else did you think I was implying?"

"It's just...you're the mistress...and I'm the servant...am I not below bathing with you?"

"You are whatever I say you are" her voice sharpened. "Now get in. Or else you want another whipping."

I did want another whipping. But my mistress's desires must come first. I stepped a foot into the gloriously warm pool and sunk in next to her.

The water had just reached my collarbones when she was on me. I fell onto my back, and she crawled on top of me. Our wet skin slicked and smacked together perfectly. Her lips pressed to mine, and her tongue graved hungrily for mine. I let her do as she pleased. Her tongue teased and played with mind. Her hands smoothed all over my skin. A few times her hand ran down and grazed a single pointed fingernail down my throbbing c**k, before smoothing back up to my stomach. She was teasing me. Dear god, never let her stop.

I wrapped my arms around her, smoothing my hands along her back. I tightened my grip, oh please, never let this stop. Never make me have to let my mistress go.

A moan rumbled in her throat, and then she pulled her lips away. She pressed her hands to my face, pinching my cheeks and smoothing her hands over my scalp. Her fingers played with my hair.

"Did you enjoy tonight, Thomas?" she asked.

Her voice was soft, gentle, more sincere than usual. She looked at me with the eyes of a nurturing and dotting mother.

"Yes, mistress" I said. I wanted to say more, but what was there to say? There were no words to describe the absolute ecstasy of our time in the Playroom. And even if there were, they would be infinite. Even the word "indescribable" seemed like an understatement. Damn, I was an English major, yet I was left speechless.

Rose seemed to notice this. The woman was the sharpest ever. She grinned down at me, then reached for the bottle of shampoo. She slathered it in her hands, then proceeded to rub her fingers in my hair. Like she was petting a kitten.

"Is this something you would like to continue?" she said. "Is this the side of the butler duty you'd be willing to take on for me?"

I nodded. "I would do anything for you, mistress. I would trench every ocean and climb every mountain for you." I sat up and wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her in my lap. "Just let me be yours."

She giggled, pleased with my response. Happiness bubbled in my stomach knowing I had satisfied her. She leaned her lips to my ear.

"I just have a few rules" she said. "One, you must never tell anyone about our relationship."

"Why not, mistress?"

"When you are one of the most eligible bachelorettes in the world, you stay in the public eye." She squeezed both my cheeks in her palms. "Thomas, sweetheart, I adore you, but I also have a reputation. It's all part of the job."

For a brief moment, her eyes looked pleading. I quickly nodded so it would go away. It wasn't a bothersome request. I liked the idea of having Rose to myself. A perfect secret just between the two of us. Having an exclusive piece of the life of Rose Delacourt.

"Secondly, we must establish boundaries" she said. "I shall email you a Google Doc list of each method of play I have in stock, along with a description, and you must check off what you are comfortable with and what you are not." She chuckled. "It's not exactly sexy but being a dom does not mean forcing you into activities you can't handle. If I did do such a thing, what kind of mistress would I be?"

I nodded. My body pulsed with the urge to get home quickly to read it. The idea of reading over all the delicious things she could do to me made me alight with anticipation.

"Yes, mistress"

"And one more thing. Be ready in the Playroom every day, at precisely the assigned time. If you're even a minute late, there will be severe consequences."

Her voice dropped on the last words. My heart rose excitedly in my chest. This all had to be a dream. In the matter of only two days, I had gone from a loser busboy to the play thing of the world's most brilliant billionairess. I was the slave to the Ice Queen.

"Yes, mistress"

She grinned. Holding my face in her hands, she pressed her forehead to mine. Her lips brushed mine as she spoke.

"Then our blossoming contract begins"