Save Me With Chains (IWishxFuzzy)

[IWishThat..]

Whack!
"Damn you! How many times do i have to tell you not to do that?" It was the same words he had heard over and over again. The same punishment each time. It was a never ending cycle. He'd do everything he was told to do and yet, the bastard beat him anyways. There had never been a kind touch, never a kind word. It was always harsh and painful. In some way's Mishka had grown to like the feeling of a whip against his skin, for the simple fact that it was attention he was being given. It was the only kind of attention his master had ever shown him. "I'm sorry Mas-" His head snapped to the side as he was hit right across the face, stumbling as his hands went to his face. His lip was cracked and bleeding now. The sight made those blue eyes haze over for a moment, pain radiating from his cheek and lip. "Did i say to speak!" Now he was shouting. "I told you not to speak in public. I'll have you cleaning the bathroom floor with your tongue if you so much as say another word." This time Mishka did fall to his knees as the chain attached to his collar was pulled harshly. His knees slammed into the pavement, making him wince but he didn't dare peep.

Those this only seemed to piss his master off all the more, a foot coming out to hit him right in his ribs. Mishka couldn't hold it in, crying out as his hands slammed against the pavement as well to catch himself. "I'm sorry please! Please!" He was begging now, only bringing on his masters wrath even more. "Shut the fuck up!" another blow to the head, causing Mishka to grab it and bend forward to try and protect himself. It was like this every day. Especially when his master was in a bad mood. Today was the worst yet. Usually once he was down he'd get bored but today he wasn't stopping, even going as far as to kick him over onto his side on purpose, just so he could kick him in the stomach. From this position he could see people walking by, only giving him small glances before continuing on their way. He was nothing more than a slave. Mishka was certain that if his master asked someone to come over and help him beat the shit out of his slave they would take pleasure in it. That was how society was now, especially in such a rich side of town where humans were bought and sold like dogs. Mishka was one of the unlucky ones. He had been poor and the only way for his family to get any money was to sell him off. At the time he had been a good age, old enough to work and do everything that was required of him. He first came to a woman and man that treated him nicely, gave him things and pampered on him like they would any dog but a few years later they sold him to this man. Even now he didn't know why.

It had to of been something he had done.

"Please! I will do what ever you want me to do! Just please! Stop!" Another hit had him coughing, arms going around his stomach to protect it now. This was getting out of hand and he could feel himself starting to slip into unconsciousness but he knew how dangerous that was. He had to stay awake. Blacking out wasn't an option with this man. If he did.. he'd just kill him. He knew it. It wouldn't be the first time someone had done it, right? Because if a slave passes out because of such a thing it meant they were weak. Having a weak slave around was worthless. Better to put them out of their misery. So as the darkness set in he could feel tears slipping down his face, hoping that he would wake later.

 

[FuzzyWuzzie]

She'd grown up the daughter of a very sucessful man, he'd raised her on his own with the chain of banks he'd started. They'd flourished all over, a powerful and well-known empire of money. She'd never really thought twice about many things, being so busy, so consumed by work once her father passed away. That successful chain of banks were now hers to reek in the benefits from.

Light slowly slipped through the cracks of the tall, large curtains that covered an impressive window that scaled from the ceiling to the floor, the strips of light flickered over a large fourposter bed, slowly coaxing bright, striking green eyes to flutter open. Lush, beautiful red locks of hair messily spread against the crisp white bed sheets. Slowly shifting as the figure sat up with a soft sigh, porcelain skin and soft parted pink lips, a white night gown with thin spaghetti straps hanging against her slender shoulders. The thin fabric tightly clinging to her ample, perky 34DD chest. As well as her flat stomach, slender waist, round hips and perfect, tight behind.

She shifted to let her long, firm legs slip over the side of the bed, stretching softly. Running a hand through her long curly locks of red hair before sitting up, she exited the large, extravagant bedroom to the bathroom that was connected. After completing her usual morning routine of showering, brushing her teeth and combing her hair, Scarlet slipped on tight lacy black panties and a bra, pulling over that an equally tight black dress. It was a hauler top, outlining her plump chest nicely, only reaching down to her knees. While looking in the mirror, her curly red hair down around her shoulders, running her hand through it giving it a very sexy tousled look. A sigh left her lips, walking out into the hall large hall, pictures of ancestors and vases lined up like a show room, the carpet a blood red. The house was incredibly old and worth masses of money, she was the last heir and took all the profits from wills and dead relatives, Scarlet ran and took care of most things attending upscale parties and offering business loans, donations and anything else. It was a tiresome, boring life to her.

Like most days, she'd slept in alarmingly late, luckly she had an assistant to do all the early morning stuff, pulling on her long dark trench and a pair of black high heels before hitting the town. Upon walking down the street she came upon the harsh sounds of a beating, a man yelling at the top of his lungs.. There he was, curled up on the pavement helplessly being beat into it, Scarlet ran up just after he'd kicked the poor thing near passing out. The man was getting ready to stomp his head with his foot! Scarlet ran up and pushed the man backwards, making him stumble and loose his footing to pound into the pavement like that. "Hey! What the hell is up with you? Are you trying to kill him?" The man gave a disgruntled, angry look. "He's MY property. I can do with him as I like, bitch, get out of my- " "No, you can't, last time I checked acts of violence in the streets are frowned upon. Look, why don't you just let me buy him if your going to just kill him?" She spat, a good amount of money was tossed at his face, "If you don't want to get your own head bashed in.. You better take that money and get out of my face. Now."

Now that Scarlet Lincon, one of the riches women in the city was going up against this man they'd gained lots of attention - Enough to make the man think twice before hitting the woman in his rage, he scrambled to get the money off the cement beside his poor unconsous slave. Watching him run with his tail between his legs, she looked down to the boy, his lip was split, he had bruises and cuts.. It didn't look like he weighed much either.. Had that man been starving the poor thing as well..?

Calling a coach, with some effort she pulled him inside. Once home at her mansion, she'd gotten the driver to help her carry him up the stairs of her house. Once inside she managed to get him into her very own bedroom, removing her coat and fetching a cloth and hot water. Soothing enough to help clean his wounds.. Scarlet hadn't had any servants since he fathers passing. She sent them all away in her grief, but that'd been a couple years ago now, the young woman had proved herself a firehouse business woman.. Dipping the cloth in the bow she dabbed at the dirt over his body, trying to clean his lip and the blood drooling down the side of his face. Once he gained consciousness she'd try to give him a bath or something of the sort.. Scarlet knew the brutality of slaves had gotten quite out of control, but seeing him being so coldly beaten till near passing out like that.. It'd sparked so much anger.. And she'd now gained a new slave. Or maybe.. A pet. He looked like he deserved to be pampered and loved, like a pet. The feeling she had was of a little girl finding an injuried stray cat.. All she wanted was to make him feel better. Gentle touches continuing to slip across his bruises and cuts with a warm, soothing cloth.

 

[IWishThat..]

He heard voices, a figure stepping into his line of sight but his mind wasn't processing things they way it usually did. Obviously he wasn't going to be awake much longer. "Please.." He muttered the word softly before he was out. As he laid there he could feel hands on him, a voice grunting as he was half lifted and dragged to a waiting car. The soft cushion beneath his body and the rocking of something as well. He couldn't tell what it was but it made his stomach twist and turn with it's movement. His body moved again not long after, being dragged across the floor. His feet would move every now and again as if to help but he really was nothing more than dead weight. He came too slightly when his body hit something really soft, fingers touching the comforter beneath him before he slipped out again. How long had it been since he had been on a bed? Years. Too many years for him to truly remember. His master never allowed him onto the bed. It wasn't his place. Or so his master said. The floor was were he belonged, where he was supposed to stay. If this was a bed, he was only going to be beat later for being on it. His body wouldn't move however, even as he tried to struggle to get off the bed. Every time he tried to shift his body would refuse to move, as if something was holding him down. After awhile he stopped trying, allowing his body to melt back into that abyss. If he was beaten for it later.. then he would deal with it then.

A touch roused Mishka, a soft and gentle touch that he didn't understand anymore. It was warm and soothing as it cleaned away the dirt from his skin. At first he almost leaned into it, blue eyes parting slightly as he glanced over to who it was touching him. A woman, a rather beautiful one at that. And he couldn't help but stare at her as the sleep faded from his head. Though it only took a few moments before he was fully awake, eyes going wide as he quickly sat up and pushed himself back and away from the woman. His eyes darted around the room as his hand came up to push back his dark brown hair from his face. This wasn't his masters house, this wasn't his masters room and he had never before in his life seen this woman! His head gave a shake as he looked to the woman again. "Who are you! Where am i!" They weren't questions. They were demands. Either she told him where he was and who she was or h was getting the hell out of there. His master was surely going to whip him for this. Before she could answer he scrambled forward, stumbling as his feet hit the ground and he tried to rush towards the door. "Why am i here?! Did you hurt my master!" He was automatically accusing the woman of doing something. Something he was sure would never happen but he was confused.

Quickly he headed to the door, grabbing the door handle and yanking the door free. What if she had hurt him? Or what if his master had just left him laying there on the concrete floor after he had beaten him. He would expect him to show up at the house any minute now, begging for forgiveness. He had to get home as quickly as he possibly could or things were just going to end up worse than they already were. "Where is this!"

 

[FuzzyWuzzie]

Scarlet saw him stir, with great interest she watched as his eyes finally opened, making sure to greet him with a warm, welcomeing smile. But, the poor thing was more then shaken to find himself in such a different surrounding. He was panicking, she tried to speak or calm him down somehow but the poor thing scooted away from her distraught. Watching for a moment as he shifted up off the bed in a hurry, rushing off to the door with accusations of her hurting his master - Did he really care so much? That man was beyond cruel.. She set the bowl and cloth on the bed calmly, getting up just as he flung the door open, slender arms wrapped around him, bringing the possibly quirming boys back against her the soft, pillow sensation of her breasts, her head resting against his neck. "Calm down." She whispered to him soothingly, a gentle touch caressing his chest, not daring to touch his stomach. No doubt it was sore. He didn't even seem fazed by the pain, she wondered if he was used to it?

"I've bought you. This Master you speak of was.." Scarlet paused, she couldn't tell him she'd stopped him from bashing his head into the cement.. It was so barbaric.. Those thoughts would surely haunt him if she did say them. "..Eager to let me purchase you.. It seemed he didn't want you anymore.." She pulled the lithe thing back into her bedroom, reaching forward to close the door. "You are mine now, I bought you." She told him simply, caressing his cheek lightly, "And dear, I wont be anywhere near as rough as he was.. In any aspect.." She whispered to him soothingly, trying to calm the poor thing. Taking his hand she tried - If he would let her - To take him back to the bed.

"You are in rough shape, it's no time to be jumping around like an idiot, I've barely cleaned your wounds yet." She informed him with a nod to herself, making him sit on the edge, his clothing was tattered and old - She'd have to change that.. Not to mention that cut on his lip, it needed to be patched. She kneeled just before him, her hands on his thighs, "How about a nice warm bath? Hm? You need to be clean so I can patch you up.. How about it.. Hm.. Dear, what's your name? I'm Scarlet, you may call me Mistress Scarlet." The red head stood up again, awaiting him to tell her his name so she could drag him into the bathroom onsuite her bedroom.

 

[IWishThat..]

The feeling of something soft against his back made him pause, blue eyes blinking for a moment. It was something he had never experienced, the touch of a woman's body and it caught him off guard. So off guard that he actually listened when he usually didn't. Mishka wasn't the easiest person to be around, he was foul mouthed and possessive. Beyond that lazy and kind of stupid. Mishka knew all that, that was why he never fought back when he was beaten. His master usually had a reason for it. It was usually because he had done something stupid and Mishka knew it. But this woman.. this woman was touching him gently. She wasn't grabbing at him or yelling. Actually it sounded as if she was trying to sooth him as if he was a frightened dog. It surprised him.

"Какого черта."

The Russian slipped from between his lips easily as his hand was gently taken and he was turned around. His bright blue eyes were wide as he watched her, trying to wrap his mind around what was going on. His master had sold him. His master had sold him. His master had sold him! He couldn't stop thinking those words over and over again. How, why? He didn't understand, couldn't even begin to truly understand what was going on. His master didn't want him. He barely felt the bed beneath his ass as he was pushed down onto it, his bones and body slowly starting to protest now. Adrenaline had kept him from feeling most of it when he had first woken but now he could feel every scrape and bruise and it was starting to show on Mishka's face.

He perked up slightly at the prospect of a bath though, blinking tears that were threatening to fall out of his eyes before he gave a nod. "Mishka. My name is Mishka. I'm from Russia.." Tears started to slip down his dirty cheeks and he pressed a hand over his mouth, trying to force that feeling in his stomach to go away. This wasn't the first time he had been thrown away but it was like deja vu. He hadn't known the reason he was sold the first time and once again he didn't know the reason. How the hell was he supposed to fix it if he never fucking knew? He had to talk to his master. He had to ask him, even if he was beaten for coming back. He had to know. Pushing himself up he gave a shake of his head, dirty blond hair flapping along the back of his neck. It was just as dirty as the rest of him. "I-i have to leave.. I have to talk to him! This is some kind of mistake!" He moved around Scarlet, eyes on the still open door. His body ached with every step that he took but he couldn't just leave it at that. what if there was a real reason behind all of this? What if he was defective? There was only one way for him to know and that was by going out there and asking!

 

[FuzzyWuzzie]

She was trying her best to make this easy for him, why did he want to go back and talk to that man so badly? It utterly baffled Scarlet, she was whipping out all the stops to try and make him feel better. She was sure a bath would do that, more than anything... When he spoke Russian Scarlet seemed a bit curious, she could assume it was some other language but honestly she wasn't all that versed in anything but english. Mishka. She finally learned the mysterious slave boy's name, her own green eyes looking over his frantic and worried state. She was pondering on how to calm him down, wondering if he'd gotten to like being beaten..? Is that why he wanted to go running back?

She shook her head, "Mishka. Don't." When he went towards the door, pausing for a moment, "Look, I'm sorry.. I didn't want to tell you this.. I wanted to just leave it at that.. Your Master.." She walked a bit closer to him as he was achingly trying to make it from her house, "..He was about ready to stomp your head into the pavement when I arrived - Do you understand? He was going to kill you..." The voluptious red head walked straight into the hall where he was with the shift of her round hips, "I wouldn't recommend going back to him, if he was ready to kill you then, I don't think anything will stop him from possibly trying again.."

She took his wrist, it wasn't as gentle as her touch before, it was firm, but not meant to hurt. "You don't want to die do you?" She asked just as firmly as her grip had become, "I don't want you to." Her other hand gently rouched his dirty cheek, rubbing away his tears, "Mishka.. Don't run back to that man.. Why not.. Stay with me?" She whispered to him, giving the boy a warm smile. "How about that bath? You really are filthy, you know." She tried to tease, staring into his blue eyes with her own emeralds, smiling to him gently. She wondered what kind of things Mishka had seen, his past, how he felt.. She had no idea how he regarded himself so lowly, how he thought he deserved to be beat. Scarlet was a usually very busy and rather lonely person, it was hard for her to form normal relationships.. This.. A Mistress and her slave, she'd had relationships like this all her life, a servant and a master. It was painless in introductions - She owned him, he'd give her his time and company.. There were no getting to know them, he was hers..

 

[IWishThat..]

Her words made him pause. He knew that. His master had had that look in his eye but.. he couldn't just allow this to happen could he? maybe he could fix it. Maybe he could convince him that this was some sort of mistake. He couldn't just be thrown away again, could he? He just.. he just.. he.. couldn't!

The touch to his wrist made him jump, twirling around to look at the woman. His breath quickened, panting slightly as he looked at her with an almost desperate look. Her hand grounded him, her fingers grasping him tightly as if handcuffing him to the ground. He relaxed slightly, almost leaning into the hand that reached out to touch his cheek. "No. i don't want to die." His free hand reached out to touch the hand on his cheek, gulping slightly as he gently pulled her hand from his cheek and looked at it. He was dirty, proof by the dirt now clinging to Scarlet's once clean hand.

"I-i am dirty.." He was almost whispering now, eyes crinkling at the edges as he tried to hold back more tears. Gently he bite his lip, pulling in a slow breath through his nose to try and calm himself. "Maybe.. maybe just a bath.." He glanced to the hand grasping his wrist, almost wanting not to move it from the comfort it gave him. Rough hands were all he knew and the sturdy metal or leather that kept him in place. It was what he knew and what he was familiar with and it helped to calm him. "Don't.. let go of me.."

 

[FuzzyWuzzie]

He seemed so lost, so sad, she wanted to clean him up and make the poor thing feel better. He didn't need to care about that other man anymore, she'd take care of him much better, Scarlet simply wished to find out what he liked, what made him feel happy and comfortable. She watched his expressions with interest, feeling the warmth of his hand over hers, she let him pull her hand from his face, he was no doubt noting the dirt on her fingers, she could see he was trying his hardest not to burst out into tears, just a bath.. She'd surely make it more than that, he'd forget about that abusive man in no time, Scarlet was sure of it. When he told her not to let go of him, she didn't, keeping her grip firm and steady, he seemed to like that. Slowly, she lead the poor thing back into her bedroom and right into the onsuite bathroom. It was covered in marble, a beautiful, large bathroom. Closing the door behind her she lead him inward, towards a washing area with a small stool next to a bucket and faucet to his left, there was a long counter top with two sinks, a large bath tub and glass door shower. The room was extravagant with a lovely detailed towel rack.

She let go of his wrist slowly, wordlessly she started to edge up his shirt over his head, it was so tattered and filthy, complete trash otherwise. She followed with his pants, sliding them down his legs, along with any underwear he might have, Scarlet stared quite boldly at his body, he was a bit scrawny from obvious under feeding, but otherwise still just as cute and appealing to the woman, she took a good look at his stomach, there was huge bruises from that mans harsh kicks. She took his wrist once more, "Before the bath, I have to wash all this dirt off you. Don't be shy, you're a very handsome little thing.." She gave him a smile, sliding a hand down his back she guided him to the stool, taking off her coat and tossing it aside, leaving the redhead in that tight little black haulter dress, it showed a nice amount of cleavage and soft thigh, she still wore those sexy black highheels as well, her interest completely turned to him.

The washing area had a small level around it to keep the water going down the drain in the floor, she turned on the faucet, filling the bucket full of warm, soothing water, walking over, the woman started by simply pouring the soothingly warm water gently over his head, shoulders and back, continuing this a couple times before starting to wash his hair with shampoo, gentle touches rubbing against his scalp, she drew suds over his back, raising his arms to wash over them gently, then, kneeling in front of him she washed over his chest and sweet, dewy-eyed face. "You'll feel much better clean.. Don't look so sad.." She gave him an encouraging smile, her touch slipping down his stomach, over his thighs, the outer before soft hands sliding inside dangerously close to his crotch area, she then retracted to wash over his calves and feet - He might be quite surprised, such a rich woman washing him like his servant - But Scarlet saw it as taking care of a pet. He was adorable she wanted to see him smile, yes, that was a good goal.. Gently her hand came between his legs, a very gently curious touch over his abdomen and crotch, along the sensitive flesh of his penis, her soft hand wrapped around the base of him, drawing her soapy hand up and down a couple times. Playing it off as her simply lathered him, she wanted to feel his hot flesh, it felt her heart thud with excitement.. Getting him to sit up as she slid her hands over his cheeks as well, giving a playful squeeze, sliding down along the back of his thighs.. With another bucket full of water she let the suds and dirt fall from his body, scrubbing over him gently to help all the dirt disappear, her black dress was a bit wet now, Scarlet took his hands firmly, "I think it's time to relax in a bath, then I'll dress your wounds sweetie.. You'll be good as new.. Hm.. Maybe I'll join you?" She let go of one of his hands, tilting his chin upwards, rubbing the her thumb over his lips, taking a good look at the now clean young thing. Scarlet leaned down to plant a firm, hot kiss against his lips, she wanted to see what it would feel like, how he would react...

 

[IWishThat..]

Mishka didn't hesitate in following her back into the room when she headed towards it, allowing the firm grip on his wrist to comfort him enough into following. Truly, he still wished to run away. To get away and hopefully figure out what the hell had happened. Maybe he could get some answers from his last master. The ones before him were probably dead by now, they had been an elderly couple and he had been there to take care of them. They had needed him for nothing else. Maybe that was why they had gotten rid of him? Because they no longer needed him? That thought only made him all the more depressed. in fact it kept him from truly seeing the beauty of the bathroom until his wrist was released.

For a moment he panicked, eyes going wide as he almost took a step towards the woman but paused when her hands moved down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. This was normal, all his masters treated him like this. So he calmed, holding his arm's up as the shirt was pulled from his frame before his pants and boxers were pulled down as well and tossed aside. Her boldness at looking at him like that didn't bother him. This was how he was used to being treated. His last master had used him as a body, a thing to please his guests any way they wished to use him. At first he had been against it but they had never listened to his screams, had never listened to his pleas so it was pointless to try. Even now. It would be pointless to try and cover himself if he was only going to be forced into it anyways, right? She would be the same. Eventually she would do something he didn't want her to do. He couldn't help but think that way.

A small sigh of relief came from him when she grabbed his wrist again, giving a slight nod as he was steered towards the stool. Slowly he sank down onto it, not being able to stop himself at first when she pulled off her jacket. His eyes darted over her form before he looked away before she could catch him. A small pink tint appeared across his cheeks, gulping slightly and hoping she hadn't caught him looking. While she was allowed to be so bold, he wasn't. No slave was ever allowed to look so openly at someone else. It was against the rules.

His eyes followed Mistress Scarlet as she walked away and grabbed a bucket, one hand moving to grab his others wrist as he waited. The gesture was almost a safety blanket to him, as if he was trying to keep himself calm in that moment. When the water splashed across his back he almost instinctively straightened, having expected it to be cold but what he found running across his skin was warm and he relaxed once again. He didn't understand this at all. No one had ever treated him this kindly. The elderly couple even. They had only ordered him around and told him to do things. He had mostly taken care of himself and them. They never treated him with such gentleness. It was unexpected and.. frightening.

He stayed silent as her fingers worked through his hair and then across his skin, glancing up at her every now and again as she came into view. This was all new to him, especially having a master wash him in such a way. This had truly never happened before. And he remained calm even as her hand moved incredibly close to his private area. It was close but she wasn't touching yet. It wasn't until she was touching him that he reacted, gasping as his hand reached out to grasp her shoulder in a gentle touch, eyebrows crunching together. "W-wait.." He whispered the word, a shuddering running through him as that hand disappeared again. Obviously he was sensitive, very sensitive. Just a few touches and he was seemingly panting. Of course he wasn't hard yet but it was enough to make his skin dance with desire.

His eyes darted to her when he was pushed to sit up, giving her more access to himself and gritting his teeth as she squeezed his ass. This was getting to be too much. His blue eyes focused on Scarlet's face when his hands were grabbed, face a small tint of pink as he gave a small shake of his head. "I-i do not understand." He was speaking softly, as if he thought she was going to hit him for speaking. he even flinched slightly, ducking his head as if he was doing something wrong. Though a moment later his head was being tilted upwards and suddenly lips pressed against his own. His eyes went wide, body freezing in place almost. What was this! What was she doing?! A kiss. She was kissing him! He had never gotten one before. Not from his master or any of the ones he had been forced to bed.

After a few moments he pulled away, eyes large and afraid. "Why?" That was all he asked. It was the only thing he could get past his now plump lips. Not only had she bought him from his master but now she was kissing him? he truly did not understand.

 

[FuzzyWuzzie]

Scarlet caught him looking her over, it made her smile a bit - So, was he interested in her? Maybe he wished to see more, under what her little tight black dress covered. His flushed cheeks amused her, she wanted to hear him moan, seeing him pant at the simple stroke of his thickness.. Such a sensitive thing, it only enticed her more.. He seemed utterly shocked at how she treated him, had others really been so rough with him? It made Scarlet want to pleasure him more, tease the flushed little think, Mishka was so cute with pink cheeks. Scarlet felt him pull away from the kiss, her bright emerald eyes fluttering open and gazing down to him curiously, a grin forming on her lips, silly thing, did he not already understand she was much different than his mistresses or masters before?

"Why?.. Why not?" She walked towards him, wrapping her arms gently around him, brushing through his wet hair, her soft skin pushing against his own, chest to chest. She leaned down again, licking at the crease of his lips, pressing down another kiss, pecking and moving her soft supple lips against his own. "Doesn't it feel good?" She asked pulling back gently, "I love to kiss.. Specially someone as cute as you.." Scarlet informed him gently, leaning in to kiss his neck, guiding his hands to slide down the curve of her body, that trim waist and wide, sexy hips. With his hands forced to guide along with hers, pulling up her tight, damp dress until it was well over her head. She let it drop, "You keep looking away.. Mishka.. You can look at me all you like, I wont hit you.. I won't yell at you.." She whispered to him heatedly, "I want you to look.."

Scarlet's pretty lace bra fell to the ground, plump, large breasts springing out, pink nipples jutting out at each center. She tugged down her panties as well, revealing her soft, supple mound, cleanly shaven and looking rather inviting, lastly, she removed her highheels, taking a look towards him, pushing her long red hair behind her shoulders, she edged close, pressing there hot bare skin together. Pale soft skin pushing against his own, she hugged him close, trying to comfort the scared thing. "Don't be afraid.. You like being held firmly?" She gave him a firm squeeze in the hug, kissing his forehead comfortingly. She lead him towards the tub, coaxing him to get inside first, "It's nice and hot, I bet your poor body needs a good soak.. Just relax.." She purred to him, waiting for him to obey and climb into the filled tub.

 

[IWishThat..]

He still didn't understand any of this. No one had ever treated him in such a gentle way. Especially when it was he that should of been washing her, cleaning her. He was the salve here. He was used to be ordered around and told what to do but this.. Woman didn't act like that at all. When she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him he flinched, eyes narrowing slightly. He wanted to run. The strong urge to go in the opposite direction was slowly creeping over him and he didn't know what to do. So instead he tried not to focus on it as lips touched his own, making his own part slightly before they moved on. They moved across his skin, scorching him as they went. This feeling was knew, as if every place she touched was filled with a burning heat, a burning desire. One he didn't know how to respond to with anything other than fear.

His hands shook slightly as they were guided down her form, eyebrow's crunched together as he kept his face directed away from her. He didn't want to look because he knew what it would cause. It would cause this feeling to ignite even further, to course through him and that scared him. He had never felt this before, never once with anyone else had he had this kind of desire and now that it had finally reared it's ugly head he wanted nothing to do with it. He whimpered softly as the cloth hit the floor, staring at it for a moment before her words forced him to look at her. He had been right. He wanted to touch her. Feel her, every inch of her like he needed to memorize every inch of her skin. It overwhelmed him, making him pull in a stuttering breath and give a small shake of his head. Silently he watched as she tripped herself of her clothes, not being able to keep his eyes off of her but his feet did move, taking a step back when she started towards him again. "W-wait.." That was all he got out before skin touched his own, breath catching in his throat at the soft feeling of her supple breasts pressing into him. His hands came up, grasping her round hips and gently squeezing them as she squeezed him. Yes, he loved the feeling of being restrained, it was a comfort, something he was used to but the moment she released him those feelings returned once again.

He stumbled as he was led towards the tub giving it a glance before his eyes looked for the door once again. He had to get away, had to hide from this overwhelming feeling. It's just.. he just.. didn't know what to do! All he truly knew how to do was run. So that was what he was going to do. Gently he pulled from her grasp, blue eyes wide as he gave a shake of his head. "I.. i.. please.. i just.. i can't!" Tears brimmed once more as he turned and ran for the door, yanking it open without much effort. With the door open he ran, letting his feet carry him through the room and back into the hallway. he was naked but at the moment he didn't care. He was like a deer that had been scared from it's hiding place, he wasn't thinking of the direction or his surroundings. Just that he wanted to get away from what had scared him.