Thread: Body Barter | Lewd & Father

He had purposefully made the shower hot, though even this was not quite to his taste. It would merely have to do for now. It was not the heat that he disliked, but the lack of water pressure...he never felt quite clean unless the blazing heat was nearly ripping his skin off. Perhaps it was something he would fix for her apartment, or maybe merely next time he would ensure that they had their little discussions at his place. For now though this would do. His eyes were terrible as they studied her, having not touched her during the entire time of the undressing, though his arousal was evident...what man would not be aroused? It would almost be an insult wouldn't it. He had come across her ramming her fingers inside of herself, completely nude and vulnerable...it had ensured he was quite ready for what was to come. Oh he imagined there were lots of men out there who would have felt sorry for the poor woman, who would have put on some show of concern about how she felt, but no...not Shawn. Shawn did not have that inside of him. What he had was a gulf of emptiness needing to be filled. He leaned past her to pick up the bottle of shower gel from the small rack, the other taking the loofa in his hands, and as he did so came that moment of intimacy that only two people showering could find. His head turned just slightly to brush across her throat, the lips grazing for a second as he inhaled the scent of her, and he stopped just slightly and almost lovingly to appreciate the feel of her beautiful form. The closeness brought the velvet head of his cock against her, tracing along her stomach as he picked up what he needed and then the connection broke and he was pouring the gel into the sponge, ensuring he got it up underneath the water as he whispered. You are unclean. Unclean...what a twisted word to use for her. His eyes were hard as he spoke those words, something obviously that did not make sense in that particular instance. Unclean? She had prepared herself had she not, she had ensured that she was everything he wanted, and yet here he was ruining any of her hard work. Makeup, hairstyling, all of it...completely ruined in the running water. Yet to him it seemed reasonable, that was evident on his face. To him it seemed completely normal to say such a thing, that what he was doing was not insane in the slightest. The answer came in his following words, his eyes meeting hers as he continued. You've touched other men, you've lived your life, and I understand that...but I won't touch you, I won't touch you until I've cleaned you. From this moment, from this moment no other man will have touched your beautiful flesh...it will belong to me. He brought the sponge to her flesh, slowly tracing it along her body, caressing across her perfect breasts. It was not done with viciousness, it was slow and definitive, the act of bathing her seeming to hold more meaning than just someone who appreciated her flesh. Perhaps this was some form of baptism in his eyes, perhaps this was some way of making sure that she understood she was completely owned. It had it's purposes for him, that was true, and perhaps it would for her as well. What greater way to break down a mind than to tell a person they weren't worthy of you until you prepared them personally? That they weren't even worthwhile if it were not for your hands upon them? It was gut wrenchingly sickening and even more so since it seemed so reasonable to the man doing it to her. He looked down into her eyes, admiring her as he murmured. You may kiss me, one time.