Thread: Love After a Time of Hate Revamped (Closed for The_PG)

After watching Ester's face slowly matriculate from a rather confused, to further confused, to pained, to a rather panicked look on her face Emil gave his blessing for her to leave. He watched her slowly stagger away until he no longer wanted to turn his head to keep the beautiful gaze within his sights. It was enough, for now. Instead he leaned back against the tub and let his muscles relax into the comfortable heat. This was part of his routine, and though adding to it with Ester appeared that it would become rather delightful he still was not fully sure that he would have her join him every night. He began to methodically clear his head and force his body to relax until he felt fully cleansed. Then one by one he allowed any and all things to enter his mind briefly before deciding whether or not to get rid of them. Nearly nothing was allowed to stay this evening besides Ester. Emil had enough mental pictures to fill a thousand albums, and they quickly combined into a rather angelic picture of a tear stained, hair matted against her forehead, cheeks rosy with embarrassment, tummy quivering, hands shaking, toes curling, nipples hardening, knees weakening, and chest rising and falling rapidly. His previously calm cock slowly rose until the purple head bobbed above the surface. I did as you wished...May I enter? Emil opened his eyes and was immediately met by an almost exact replica of the image he had been holding in his head. It quite literally took away his breath for a moment. With a deep, delighted sigh, he began to breath again as he lightly splashed the water and smiled in not feigned gratitude for Ester's request. That was a very clear sign that she was beginning to think of how she would survive, and deciding that it was best to get on his very best side. This signal of loyalty, intelligence, and duty was something that many of the previous slaves had all ignored for some idiotic reason. Waving for her to join him, he lightly grasped her hand as she tried to shy to the furthest side of the tub. It was only natural, he assumed, with her innocence to shy away from him and it did not anger him. In fact, Emil rather enjoyed that sign of innocence that Ester could simply not hide. Like the way she kept giving his dick cautious, though curious, glances. With a chuckle the echoed warmly off the thick walls of his villa, he pulled her close to his side with one hand while the other fingered the beads he had brought into the tub with them. Emil continued to pull until Ester's head was lightly placed against his shoulder just above the waterline. She nodded meekly, and Emil twisted slowly in the water until he was facing her. I'm going to wash you Ester, and you may never tell a soul that I have. Do you understand? First, he proceeded to turn her around and pick up a thick bar of soap and rough wash cloth. The roughness wasn't just for Ester, Emil found that he felt more clean after turning his skin red then he did using the various satin's and soft linens that other softer bodies preferred. He lathered the cloth up and started on her back and shoulders. Emil rubbed hard, but not roughly like the first time Ester had been cleaned. Tracing her smooth skin and turning the dull redness into a brighter, angrier red. Very quickly he realized that she could not keep still with his hard strokes, so gently as to not frighten her he pushed until Ester's chest was against the side of the tub and she had nowhere else to go. Then he was able to get enough pressure to scrape away the dirty skin as gently as he could. Next, Emil lathered the cloth again, and moved to her neck. He was gentler here, and used his hand just as much as the cloth. Dragging his skin against hers, enjoying both her reactions and the feeling of her creamy skin against his rough fingers. His hand and the cloth dipped over her neck, and down her chest, barely brushing against her chest. Meanwhile his crotch had come to rest against the small of her back and he was sure that Ester could feel his heated rod that rubbed between his stomach and her back. Following her neck, Emil once against turned Ester in the water, for even though she was light out of the water, within she was weightless. Now he carefully scrubbed her chest, arms, and stomach. Taking his time to arouse, erect, and redden both beautiful balls of flesh that perkily bobbed in the water. He also went over a few of the places he missed on her neck, just under Ester's chin. After he rinsed the suds away from her skin, Emil could not help himself, and he leaned over to lick her now clean skin. Meanwhile his hand and the cloth moved further and further down her firm abdomen. Emil shuddered at the feel of trembling flesh in his hands and mouth. Slowly his lips, tongue, hand, and the cloth moved further and further downwards. Soon his fingers were brushing between her virginal lips with bits of slippery soap aiding the movement. The cloth traveled up and down her toned, trembling legs, brushing her inner thighs to red cleanliness. His teeth, lips, and tongue were double-checking that Emil had removed every inch of dirt from either of Ester's breasts. Slowly Emil moved the wash cloth behind Ester. He first kneaded and scraped her tensed bottom into pristine and relaxed condition. Then ever so gingerly he let the cloth drop, sliding between her butt cheeks on it's way to the bottom of the tub. In has had now was the beads, carefully, continuing all of his other administrations, he slipped the smallest of the beads into her once against tightening butt hole. Emil leaned back to watch her reaction, and he smiled. Remember we must clean you inside, Emil added a second, slightly larger bead, And out. Then his fingers at the front slowly ground against the top of her slit, slowly trying to find the pleasurable button hidden within the small crease of skin.