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Ivy

Whatever I had been expecting when Tomas ordered me into the tub, it wasn’t this. He was gentle. Methodical. He didn’t go right for my breasts or my pussy or my ass. My hair seemed to leave him at a loss.

The water felt good against my skin, as did the soap.

It was also a little reassuring that he was washing me. Because why give someone a bath just to kill them?

Of course, he could be washing me so he could use me and then kill me.

I pushed that thought from my head. Right now he wasn’t hurting me, being bathed felt nice, and I should enjoy it while it lasted. Life was pain, and there would be more soon enough. I didn’t need to anticipate it when I could be enjoying a moment without it.

Water ran down my back as he lifted the showerhead to rinse me off where he’d been scrubbing.

With my hands atop my head, holding my hair in place, I was completely exposed, and he moved to my front with the washcloth and soap. I watched his face as he scrubbed over my collarbone and down my chest to my breasts. He didn’t bother to hide his admiration of the small mounds. The sensation of the cloth over my nipples hardened them.

Despite the way he looked at my breasts, he did not linger there, to my surprise. He cleaned me and then moved down to my stomach, my hips, my thighs. Down my legs.

Twice more he paused to wring out the cloth and add new soap. Twice more he rinsed me. The water was running more and more clear each time.

As the cloth and his fingers made their way up my inner thigh, I found myself biting my lip. For some reason, it felt good. There had been times where one of Don Bianco’s men had done something that felt good, or at least made the experience with them not as awful, but I didn’t get the feeling that Tomas was even trying. It was just how gentle he was.

The caress of the cloth against my sensitive skin, the small circles moving closer and closer to my pussy, was making my body tingle in a new and shocking manner. I wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it, and yet I didn’t want him to stop.

When he reached my pussy with the cloth, I almost moaned. He washed me there just like he had the rest of my body – gently, but thoroughly. It did feel like he maybe lingered a moment longer than he needed to. My pussy felt swollen and achy when he finally lifted his hand away, and part of me wanted to protest.

I stared at him.

Who was this man?

And why did part of me feel pouty about the fact that he’d moved his hand away?

He was looking at me like he was interested, but he wasn’t touching me like he was. It was very confusing. And a little demoralizing. Especially since I was currently relying on him to keep me safe and away from Don Bianco’s men. I still didn’t know why he’d taken me or what he planned to do with me.

He wasn’t much of a talker, but I’d found that even the worst of Don Bianco’s men became chattier after using me. As did Don Bianco himself. It was like having sex with me made them think I was harmless for some reason. Like I didn’t have ears, or a brain between them.

But if he wasn’t going to fuck me, then what else could I do to make him talk?

“How do you do your hair?”

Hearing his voice almost made me jump.

Wordlessly, I held my hand out for the soap. He studied me for a long moment before giving it to me. Maybe my docility while he’d washed me helped, because he finally handed it over.

It took three soapings and rinses before the water ran clear through my hair, but it was worth it. Even though there were tangles everywhere. At least it was clean and my scalp no longer itched.

“Do you have a brush?” I asked hopefully.

Tomas shook his head. I hadn’t thought it was a real possibility, but part of me had hoped. He tilted his head as he looked at me.

“I have scissors.”

Interest immediately flared. Don Bianco had liked my long hair. He’d liked to grab it and pull on it and use it to control me. But he didn’t let me take care of it. I would much rather have short hair. Even if I did just spend a bunch of energy and soap finally getting it clean.

“Will you cut it?”

He nodded.

After having me stand up in the tub, he gave me another good rinse off before he let me get out. Wrapping the towel around me, he gave me a good rub down before leading me back out of the bathroom into the main room. Grabbing one of the chairs that was at the little table there, he pulled it to the center of the room and sat me down on it.