Page 55 of Coercion

“Let me take care of you.” I say, carrying her through.

Her eyes widen when she sees the tub. “A bath?”

I don’t reply beyond a smirk but when I set her on her feet, I realise she’s still wearing that dress and I’ve never actually seen her fully naked in any decent light.

The realisation seems to hit her at the same time. I expect her to shrink away. If she does then I won’t force her. If this is a step to far then I’ll hold my hands up and acknowledge it.

Only, her hands move to slide the straps down. I follow every tiny movement as she waggles her generous hips and the fabric slides off her. The lace bra she has on matches the thong I’ve already become intimately acquainted with. Her breasts are heaving. But I can see the outline of her nipples. I can see how hard they are and it’s making my mouth water.

She reaches around, unhooks the thing and lets it fall.

My eyes instantly drop to stare at her breasts.

She doesn’t try to cover herself. She just stands there letting me look, letting me take every delicious inch of her in.

“Do you like what you see?” She says quietly.

I step up, grabbing her ass in my hand, pulling her hips into my crotch. She’s so fucking soft, so fucking perfect. “You’re beautiful.” I say. “Stunning.”

She smiles again, a softer smile than before but one that melts my heart all the same.

“You need to get undressed too.” She says, putting her hands gently on my chest.

“We’re sharing the bath?” I reply.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

It’s not what I planned but I don’t say it. Why the hell would I give up the opportunity to have her naked body against mine? I let her go and she steps so gracefully into the water, leaning back as the ripples lap against her breasts.

I pull my top off, pull the rest of my clothes off. She hasn’t seen me naked either so I stand still, letting her look where she wants, the way she did for me.

I’m not ashamed of my body. I never have been. I work out, I work hard, I’m in the best damn shape of my life but I am aware that I’m over twice her age.

Has she even seen a man as old as me? Has she ever been with someone not her own age?

She holds her hand out, reaching for me, and I take it as I climb in. The water is perfect. Her body resting against me is sublime. This moment here really is a slice of the kind of heaven men like me do not get. Nor do we deserve.

She puts her hand on my thigh, gripping it in a way that makes my cock thicken despite its release. “Thank you.” She says quietly.

“For what?” I ask.

She shrugs like there’s some sort of secret. “Just, thank you.”

I plant a kiss on the side of her head.

For the first time she feels at peace. She feels content.

If I have to lie here all night not to disturb her joy then I will.

Ruby

He washes me. He brushes my hair with a comb he’s produced from what feels like thin air, teasing out all the nasty little knots that my fingers neglected to find. And when the bath water grows cold, he helps me out and towels me down.

I stand there, letting him do it, letting him take care of me the way he clearly wants to, but some part of my mind seems to be panicking.

Seems to be screaming that all of this is wrong.

That any minute now he’s going to flip, he’s going to turn to anger and I’m going to feel the full force of his fists.