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“Brats don’t get fresh bath water,” I said sharply, and her little pink mouth dropped open with surprise. “In fact, you’re going to get in here and wash off without another fucking word.”

I saw her cringe at my language. God, what a spoiled princess she was.

Of course, I had to call a servant girl from the inn to help her undress because she didn’t know how to do it herself.

She was weak.

Weak, helpless, under my control.

Just the way I wanted her.

After the maid had gotten her started, she was able to finish, quickly dropping her wedding dress, the straw anddirt still clinging to it, and she stood there shivering in her undergarments.

I saw her nipples tighten against the thin fabric of the shift and I felt my cock hardening in the bath.

“Your shift too,” I said harshly.

She started to protest, but she looked at me, and, fingers trembling, moved to slide out of her sheath, her face even redder as she stood before me naked.

“So you’re a spoiled miss who has never had to bathe after anyone else?” I asked.

She hesitated, then raised her little chin defiantly.

“My family has enough means to make sure weeachhad fresh bath water,” she said.

Little cat!

“Not anymore,”I returned. “The high and mighty Wendover family are under my power now.” I let the pleasure of my revenge heat my body as the bath water cooled around me.

“I am—sorry to hear about your mother,” Catherine said hesitantly. “But surely there is some mistake? Surely if my father had realized—?”

“There is no mistake,” I cut her off harshly, angry at her words. “You will bathe after me,” I continued. “In whatever water I choose to leave you. You’re here to take whatever I give you.”

It was a lot easier than it should have been to start stroking my cock, hard and throbbing as I looked at my new wife standing before me, the pink flush across her face and spreading down to her chest, her shame and embarrassment visible all over her pale skin. My cock was aching at the sight of her, the way she was trying to hide her round breasts, the curve of her hip, her cunt from me.

“Move your hands, or I’ll come out of the bath and whip you,” I threatened her, and she obeyed as I stroked my shaft. Myhands tightened on my cock, stroking myself convulsively, when I saw the tips of her nipples, the marks my angry hands had made on her hips.

Mine. Mine to own and punish.

Her thighs were squeezed tight together, preventing me from seeing the whole of her. And her body was mine to do as I pleased with, mine to look at how I chose now.

“Spread your legs apart,” I gritted my teeth, feeling the muscles in my arms strain, trying to move slower.

She looked at me in confusion.

“I want to seemycunt,” I ordered, feeling the release building up my spine.

She opened them nervously, shifting her position, and I could see a splash of wetness on her thigh.

Was thatmyseed on her thighs?Myrelease filling her so completely that it’s dripping down her legs?

“Eyes on me,” I growled.

When she bit her lip and raised her soft brown eyes to mine, I released into the bath water, my cum covering the bar of soap, shooting in ropes before her horrified eyes.

I could feel my chest heaving and I controlled my breathing with an effort, getting up and drying myself off.

Then I indicated the bath.