Lucas's POV
“Miatta?”
“Yes, My Lord?”
“You have been scrubbing at my locks for quite some time now. When do you plan to get to the other half of me?”
She paused, her hands still in my hair. “In due time, my L—”
“Don't. Just don't, Miatta.” I couldn't hide the concrete anger in my voice. “Don't try that with me. You know you can call me Lucas. You have been calling me that all day.”
She rinsed her soapy hands in the tub and walked around to the other side, leaving the soap in the water. “I have? I apologize for my insubordination, my Lord. I will remember that as I go along.”
She was testing me, calling my bluff but I was ready to disappoint her. I leaned back again and pushed the bar towards her, closing my eyes. I felt her hand snaking tentatively around my ankle and she pulled it above water level, resting it on the rim. She soaped beneath my feet and the soap fell into the water with a little splash. The next thing I felt was her nimble fingers scrubbing between my toes, sliding along to my shin. Her slow torment began, the wolfish nymph weaving a spell on me. She lowered my leg back into the water and I cracked open my eyes a little, monitoring her progress. I was about to comment on her speed when she leaned in from the side of the tub and ran her palms flat from my shin to my hairy hips. My phallus thrusted once in the water, excited by the proximity of her fingers.
She must have perceived the change in my body but she kept her face hidden from me and I closed my eyes in oblivion. Her hands worshipped my body reverently, soaping my legs the more before using her fingers again. Her fingers came so close to my excited organ and skipped it by a hair, going up to my pelvis. A unplanned groan escaped my lips as she moved along my abs, carefully dragging the soap with her as she would with a new pup. By the time she ventured downwards again, my whole body was on fire and I was so hard, enough to create a crack in the wooden tub. Again, she skipped the part of me that needed her touch the most, going around it this time and continuing from my hips. She raised her head occasionally, wearing a nonchalant look like she did not know the hell she was putting me through.
“Miatta,” I called for her, my voice husky with unpolished desire. “Touch me, Miatta.”
She dunked the soap in the water, staring at me innocently. “Did I miss a spot, my Lord?”
Her lips were pursed, waiting for my reply and it was then I knew the truth. She was not shy, Goddess forbid, of touching me where I wanted her to; she was merely punishing me for making her give me a bath. Oh, she was mean, so mean and I wanted her lips clasped around where I ached. The thought sent shivers down my spine and my organ jumped again.
“If you call me by that pesky title again, by the goddess, I will dunk you head first into the water. Dare me, oh, please dare me.”
Miatta
I pouted, wondering how serious he was about his threat. I had been keeping my hands off his privates, relishing in the torment he was under. His hips would welcome my touch and when he thought I would touch it at last, I would slide my palms away, seeking another area to cause trouble. His lids were hooded, his voice husky yet serious. I had hardened myself to the sensations rubbing off on me from his hot body but I was not as immune to desire as I tried to portray. My privates were as wet as the water dripping down to my wrist from my elbow and the temperature of the shed had increased, some degrees hotter than before. Yet I wanted to prove that I wasn't scared of him and his bohemian attitude.
“What shall I call you by, my L—”
I only got as far as that before he pulled me into the tub by the collar of my dress. I yelped, splashing wildly and falling on him. His arms bounded around my waist automatically, closing any gap between us.
“Lucas!” I screamed, my heart beating very fast.
“Yes, that's the name I want to hear from those naughty lips,” he ordered, rubbing me against himself. The water had turned cold, seeping into my light dress and soaking it altogether. The cotton dress Addy had just gifted me became transparent, my nipples pushing at the gauzy material. I grabbed his mighty shoulders to stay afloat but my slick fingers made it difficult for me to get a good grip. He leaned back more and positioned me on his hot flesh, sitting up again immediately I was steady. He captured my lips fiercely, squeezing my waist to keep me in place. My head swam from the sexual tension in his kiss and I fought valiantly, keeping my tongue out of his reach.
He grunted noisily in my mouth, frustrated by my stubbornness. He sucked on my lower lip, lapping at it continuously to soothe the bruise he had created. “Give me what I want, Miatta. You are mine,” he asserted aggressively and in the blink of an eye, he turned the tables on me, swapping our positions. I screamed, grabbing blindly at him to keep from going under.
“Lucas!” I screamed again, his name now constant on my lips after refusing to say it before.
“Yes, yes,” he repeated like a feverish mantra and feasted on my lips again. This time, I was too far gone to stop him from exploring my caverns of my mouth, allowing him to have his fill. He licked and nibbled until I cried out in want. He shifted his attention to the attention seekers standing erect through my wet dress and boosted me up with his naked knee, bringing them to eye level. I watched him drag his tongue along his mouth hungrily and I shook in anticipation for what he would do next. He lowered his head slowly and sucked on my nipples through my dress, rolling his tongue around one and lavishing it with attention.
“Luca-a-a-s!” I exploded again, throwing my hands around his head to keep him where he was. I widened my legs, grinding on his knee and letting moans fly around from my swollen lips. I was in hell and in heaven at the same time. I looked down at once he was doing and nearly lost my mind. I basked in his services, allowing my mate to take care of me.