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

Her heart froze as, once again, she was confronted by Klaus. The anger that she had once held for him replaced by sheer terror. Ester swallowed back tears as she came to realize her mistake. She had heard an order alright, but had guessed the wrong chore. Drawing the bath was easy, even a simpleton should have been able to do it, yet she had failed. The thought of her family being hurt because of her incompetence was too much of a burden for her so tears, that hadn't failed the notice of Klaus, began to fill Ester's eyes. Before she could beg for forgiveness or for the safety of her family she was being dragged through an endless maze of elegant hallways and amazingly decorated rooms. Ester was completely disoriented and off balance by the time they came to the master bathroom and the trip only added to her confusion. Her heart was pounding rapidly, but before she could even move the Commander had stepped into the bath with a disapproving tone. She tried to explain, but as she opened her mouth she realized nothing she said would be good enough. Of course he wouldn't question his lieutenant and Ester knew that playing the blame game wasn't going to save her. So rather, she closed her mouth and lowered her head, slowly pulling herself to her feet. She expected to hear screaming and cursing and expected to feel nothing but pain for the rest of the day. However, what surprised her was that the Commander was giving her an excuse as to why he tolerated Klaus. Why would he feel the need to tell her this. It seemed that they wondered the same thought at the same time because just as soon as the thought crossed her mind, he was yelling at her. She winced and stepped hesitantly back expecting a blow to come from any direction at any second. Rather, it was a command, to bend over the tub. This seemed rather tame, deceptively tame. Without much hesitation Ester leaned over the tub, once again loving to hear the words 'good girl'. The water made her nervous, would she still be leaning over the tub when the water reached her face? This made Ester reflect on the cunning and ruthlessness Klaus had warned of just the day before. Her heart began to pound in her chest as he pressed her against the tub and rubbed her ass softly. Confused, Ester wanted to look up, but before she dare sneak a peek she felt the newspaper come down on her sore ass again and again. She groaned from pain as she obeyed his order to spread her legs. She had been able to supress her cries of pain until she felt the newspaper come swiftly down on the tender skin of her inner thighs. By the time he had finished, her tears were mixing in with his bath water. It was the soft massage of his strong hands that made her stop crying. She didn't understand what he was doing until she had relaxed enough that he could force her head under the rising water. Panic stricken Ester desperately tried to raise her head out of the water. She thrashed her head from side to side, tried to push up from the bottom of the tub, everything she could think of, but his grip remained iron tight. She screamed into the water as her emotions got the better of her. Soon, her thrashing became less and less and she felt herself losing awareness again. Before she could lose consciousness she felt him let go of her and she fell backwards, sprawling out against the tiles. Ester drew in gulps of air as she tried to regain her composure, but her entire body was shaking with a renewed fear of him and what he could do. His words were plain enough, but the action seemed strange to her. As she sat up trying to catch her breath, she pondered how she could possibly not use her hands and still get someone clean. The idea, as vulgar for her as it was, struck her almost instantly as she looked at the bar of soap. Taking the bar of soap into her hand she gently touched the Commander's shoulder from behind to let him know where she intended to enter the bath. She would need to keep her chest dry for this to work. So, she got the bar of soap wet and went to work. Placing the bar of soap in between her two breasts she knew the bar would stick if she could press her breasts as closing together as possible to hold it steady. Starting as low down his back as her position would allow her she slowly dragged the bar of soap and her nipples up the Commanders back to his shoulders, letting her soft breath go against the nape of his neck and back down she went, over and over until the Commander's back had been completely covered in soap. She noted that as she went to wrap her leg around his waist to wash him from the front, his paper had disappeared and his eyes were closed for the time being. Continuing with her cleaning she wrapped her left leg around his body and pushed up with her right leg to leverage her around to his front. Straddling him from the front now, she bent as low as she could while still holding the bar of soap between her breasts and then went up to his collar bone again and again moaning as she felt the heat in between her legs mix with the bath water. She was careful to note where his cock was while she straddled him this way and performed the same actions on both of his arms three or four times. Moving to his cock, she had no choice but to use her hand, so, she lathered her hand in soap and gently caressed his head, shaft, and balls until she felt them pulse under her fingers. She knew his legs would require a different strategy if she didn't wish to have her face close to the water again. So she took the bar of soap in her hand and placed it in between her thighs. Squeezing together her legs around his legs, she held the bar of soap against his thigh and slowly slid down and then back up his leg. She groaned as the slick soap gently teased her with each rub against his muscles. She had to admit, she had never seen him naked before, and he wasn't bad too look at. When she wasn't begging for her life that was. As she finished with his last leg she slid to the opposite side of the bath, unsure of her performance or of his approval. Regardless, his comment about the dog scared her, so she set in to scrubbing her left arm violently to remove any scent other than that of the soap she held.