Unclean

You're half awake when you feel yourself being lifted off the bed. You are so weak that keeping your eyes open is a challenge. Everything feels stiff and achy. He'd been fucking you for hours, playing with you, touching you, tasting you. When he worked out how sensitive your skin was, he had taken every advantage of that piece of knowledge. The gentle caresses of your arms, your legs, your chest, it all made you so fucking wet.

You couldn't help yourself. You had no control over your body, not anymore. He made certain of that.

He carries you bridal style out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Your nakedness in his presence has become so frequent now that you barely give it a second thought. You wince when you feel hot water on your legs as he gradually sets you down into the full bath. The water is cloudy with soap and soaks into your skin, the sensation is pleasant and consuming. The whole of your body is enveloped into the warmth and you already begin to feel the pain fade away.

You close your eyes and take a moment to yourself. You try to forget him standing right by you, you try to forget everything, and just try to. . .relax.

He seems sated for now, but you always seemed to underestimate his needs.

You lean back into the bath and your thoughts quieten.

When you wake, you notice that the water is much cooler, it's still warm, but doesn't have the same bite as it did at first. Your heart skips a beat when you notice him standing in the doorway, fully clothed, arms crossed.

He moves towards you, and sits on the corner of the bath by your head. You feel his hands dig gently into your scalp, his fingers scratching at your head. Most of your hair is dry, but he begins to cup his hands into the water and pour it onto your head.

The sensation on your scalp addictive. He digs his fingers further in, sometimes scratching with slightly more force. One of his hands gradually moves down to your bruised neck, and caresses your skin so lightly you shudder involuntarily.

Your skin is still too sensitive from the day's activities, he senses this too and his movements become firmer on your neck. The hand in your head now slips down to your shoulders. He urges you to lean forward by pressing lightly against your neck. You naturally lean forward at his insistence, you don't bother to fight back. You're spent, and at least he's not hurting you.

His fingers now work into the base of your shoulders, he massages you firmly, kneading your flesh with his thick rough fingers. You let out a deep sigh, that comes out as half a moan. The twinge in your shoulders is being worked on quite thoroughly, they had ached after your arms had been tied up for so long. You almost protest when you feel his fingers leave you.

"Move forward," he commands you, though the order is not riddled with rage as it had been before. You scuttle forward a feet or two in the bath, you knees coming up from the water. You wrap your arms around your legs, your head now resting on your knees. The position is comforting, but you know deep down you're just trying to keep yourself together. If you can't do it mentally, you can try to achieve it physically. It feels so liberating having control over your limbs.

You're almost shocked when you hear him slip into the bath behind you, it feels like a second ago he told you to move forward. But now he's stripped himself of his clothes and climbing into the bath behind you.

He gently pulls your arms from your legs, so now you are leaning against his chest, your head rests on his shoulder. He feels so nice. That's what you thought. Nice. But it wasn't just nice. You sort of felt safe. When he wasn't hurting you, there was something protective about him, something you didn't understand. His arms wrap around your waist, his legs either side of yours.

You then feel a soft kiss on our neck. It was strange. The only kisses he had given you were rough, biting, angry. This was sweet, soft, gentle. His hands sneak up, so now they are wrapped just below your chest.

He kisses your neck again, this time for more deeply, his tongue trailing up the side of your neck. You lean into him more, the pleasure is physically weakening you. He breathes against your skin before kissing you once more. His lips making their way up to your ear.

"Mmm, you're so fucking beautiful, you know that?" He moans into your ears, his voice makes you shudder, it's so deep and soft. When he resumes his attack on your neck, he is much more forceful. He kisses your left collarbone before licking you all the way back up to your ear. You moan helplessly, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Both of his hands are now playing with your breasts, he grabs them firmly, his thumbs rubbing circles around your hard nipples.

You head rolls back onto his shoulder as he continues working on your neck, your breathing becomes heavy, your gasps become frequent. It just feels so fucking good. Then you feel one of his hands on your cheeks. You open your eyes to see his lips inches from yours. His other hand traces across your chest, and down your stomach, before dipping into the water. He begins to caress your inner thigh and squeezes at your flesh. You moan again and look into his eyes. There's such lust in his eyes, but there's a softness too.

His head moves closer to yours, his lips barely touching yours. His breathing is getting almost as heavy as yours now as he begins to softly rub your clit. He uses his index and middle finger to start rubbing small circles, it makes you shift your hips forward, desperate for more pressure.

"Uhhh," you moan right onto his lips. Fuck you must be wet. Pleasure was already starting to build as his circles became ever so slightly quicker. His lips scrape against yours, the sensation makes you shiver and shake your head.

You couldn't stand how his lips were grazing yours, the slight touch is too much for you to bare. Your lips are too sensitive. Then, you let out a groan when his fingers stop. "Kiss me," he whispers, the words were not a command. You remain still for a few moments before you gradually press your lips against his. The kiss is soft, romantic, unlike you've ever been kissed by him before. Unlike you've ever been kissed by anyone.

As his tongue traces gently across your bottom lip, you moan loudly when you feel one of his fingers slip inside you. You thought you would be too sore, but it felt good, it felt really fucking good. The kiss deepens further as you kiss him back, your tongue pressing against him. He pulls his finger from inside of you, and it begins to rub circles into your clit again. The pleasure is becoming so much that you can barely concentrate on kissing him back, your mind focuses on his fingers as he builds up his speed. You gasp loudly when he rubs your clit fast, from side to side instead of those long, torturous circles. He breaks the kiss, and remains close to your lips like he did before as he rubs you harder and faster.

"Uhhh, p-p-please," you beg helplessly. You just needed to come, you didn't think you could cope if he'd just stop, like he had done so many times before. Thankfully, his fingers only work faster as your hips start to rock against them. You gasp loudly when you feel yourself about to come.

"Come for me," he whispers to you before he gives you a short kiss. His fingers press down hard on your clit when you orgasm hard. You moan so loudly its almost a scream, you limbs shudder uncontrollably, your head rolls back onto his shoulder.

You lean back into him and slip into a post orgasmic haze. When you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, it's the first time that you don't feel scared in his presence.