Thread: Love After a Time of Hate (Closed for Kiari03)

Klaus entered the room and looked quizzically at the food on the counter, What is this? He snarled angrily. He had been the won to wake her up and the order he'd given had nothing to do with food she was supposed to have drawn Emil a bath. Once the anger had cooled, just a bit, he smiled smugly at her frightened face. You lazy Jew, breakfast was three hours ago! The Commander wants his bath. Of course this means he won't get it... Or maybe he will, in your brothers blood. Ha, is that making you cry? What a weak, lazy, dumb little bitch. Come with me. You will be the one who greets him in the empty bathroom. Roughly he snatched her hand and led her through the winding hallways of the massive house. Rich marble lined the walls and walkways, beautifully ornate doors closed off rooms or were left part ways open revealing massive rooms decorated with skins and animal heads. Finally they arrived in the master bedroom. A huge tub dominated the room from it's position by the window, it could easily fit eight or ten people in it. There was a shower and smaller tub off to either side, and on either side of the door where they entered were massive closets filled with towels, the sliding mirror doors of which were closed only halfway at the moment. With a powerful pull he pushed her into the room, and as she flew passed he stuck his foot out and caught her thin ankle. She slid into the room fittingly. Enjoy yourself, my dear. The hatred in his words echoed around the room like the sound of the door slamming shut. Almost immediately after that door closed a door to the side, from the Master bedroom, opened up revealing Emil in a robe and boxers. He was reading a newspaper and stopped just as his door shut behind him. Oh, what's this? He asked, while looking up and around. Most directly at the tub, but then to Ester's mostly nude form lying sprawled on the ground. He frowned and folded his paper. You know I'm sure Klaus did something to trip you up, but I tolerate him because he has many friends in higher positions then me, and that is good for me because of my... Well my treatment of your kind. He is an insurance policy... That! His voice rang sharply, Is no excuse for not drawing my bath, three hours ago! After the first word his voice had softened to it's general menacing. His voice never cracked or shrilled, for he was much to calm to allow this to happen. The paper was rolled up quickly in his hands. Kneel over the tub, good girl, Emil flicked the faucet on and tested the water with hand for a second as the other rested on her stomach, pressing it into the edge of the tub. Once he was satisfied with the temperature he leaned back, but continued to hold her in place with his hand only now it was on her tight little ass. He rubbed it rather gently before raising the newspaper above his head and bringing it down firmly on her pantie clad ass. First one tight cheek, then the other. He didn't count, Spread your legs Ester. He commanded in a low voice, as soon as she did he trapped on leg against the tub with his knee and brought the newspaper down on the soft inside of her thigh. He hit her all the way down to her knee, before coming back up to her panties and smacking across both cheeks several more times. Then the paper fell to the floor and both of his incredibly strong hands began to massage her aching muscles. He looked over the tub and saw that the water was just beginning to reach her face. Without a noise he leaned over and pushed the back of her head until her face disappeared below the hot water. It wasn't scalding, but it rapidly turned her face red. At the same time his other hand held her ass and pressed it firmly against the tub, disallowing any leverage at all for her to escape. Not even when she placed her hands against the tubs bottom and pushed upwards with all her might he was simply too strong and too large. He held her there until she was beginning to spasm from the lack of air. Then with one move he let her go sprawling back onto the tiled floor. He soaked head of hair and gasping face were perfect when matched with her tiny chest and shuddering midsection. You're going to wash me, He spoke plainly, And after how long you made me wait it had better be very pleasant. As he removed his clothes and entered the water he added casually, One tip to accomplish that would be to try your best not to use your hands, anywhere, on my body. While you are in the water, you might want to clean yourself. You stink like a Jew and if Max gets a good whiff of you he may take your precious virginity before I ever have the chance. Once finished speaking, Emil casually reached for his paper and unfolded it, pressing out the creases against the side of the tub and flipping it open to read once again. He waited patiently understanding that what he had just put Ester through was not too easy to recover from.