Antonio stood by the tub, looking tall, breathtaking and intimidating, his hands sunk into the pockets of his suits, a locker necklace hanging on the open collar of his white shirt, giving a clear view of his hard chest. To make matters worse to Angela, she was stark naked, she so much wished she could disappear that moment. She swallowed heavily as heat flooding through her was coming from more than just the hot bath, she knew for sure that she was in big trouble here. Those deep green eyes wandered to her bosom, dark and lustful. Angela noticed, she quickly sank into the water, splashing more water over the rim, until her chin touched the bubbles. She kept one arm tight across her full breasts, which unfortunately covered only the nipple centre because of her massive size, exposing pale flesh beneath and the other to shield her private region.
“How is grandma?” she managed to ask.
“Sound, you need not to worry,” he replied.
A minute of awkward silence, she took a deep breath of courage. “Do you mind…I am having a bath” she said slowly avoiding his eye contact as her cheeks reddened even more.
“I can see that quite alright” he replied and smirked.
To her astonishment, he took off his jacket and flung it to the floor, she looked at the jacket and then back to his face, her eyes widened about to pop out of their pocket, she got nowhere to run to. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, a little below his elbow and perched on the edge of the tub. "What….what are you trying to do?” Her voice trembled as he took a bar of bath soap from the bath kit behind her.
He ignored her, his piercing predatory eyes still fixed on her face as he ripped off the soap wrap.
“Can we at least do it after I am done washing…?” Angela said, accepting her fate.
“You don't have to worry, I will watch you myself, in and out”. He said huskily.
“I don’t need you to do that” Angela replied tartly as she pressed her palm to hold her itching clitoris, struggling to hold back the surge of heat that has made its muscles loosen and wet. What is this sudden reaction of her body?
Antonio's lips quirked in return. “Of course you do, you are like a toy to me and I choose how to play”.
"I am not your toy or anything, you don't own me". She frowned, her heart racing even harder.
“A deal is a deal”. He shrugged, dipped his hand inside the water and started lathering the soap.
Angela panicked. He’s definitely serious! I can’t let him or else I won’t be able to control myself, I don't want to give him ideas.
Suddenly she gasped as his thumb stroked the rapid beat of her pulse and his hand cradled the back of her neck. The next music on the playlist started playing. Shameless by Camiello Coincidentally, the song was all about Angela's present situation.
He started washing her back gently and she stopped breathing for a second as heat visited her cheeks again. Why is he being so gentle? This is awkward. How can she let a man like him bathe her as if she is a handicapped baby?
“Why so stiff, Freckles? Afraid that you will fall in love with me?” He whispered into her ears.
Angela closed her eyes tightly, tear dropping from the corners, knowing she did reach her limits anytime soon.
“That’s not the problem, my heart belongs to another anyway”. Her lips moved inaudibly as the sound of the music buried her murmur.
That statement hit a nerve, a nerve so hard in Antonio more he expected. He resisted the urge to devour her immediately, pin her down and take her like a wild beast, in both holes. Make a whore like he always do but for now, he wanted her to beg for it. That would be her punishment.
When he had seen that she had freed her bosom, slowly slid the soapy sponge down her neck to her breasts, focusing on the erected pick areolar, caressing every part, he felt her body shiver.
Angela covered her mouth to prevent herself from gasping out. What is she letting him do? He is bathing her? How can she allow a full grown man to bathe her, let alone Antonio Montero?
His hands slid in between her thigh, immediately her sensitive region throbbed painfully and went liquid. It seemed abstinence as a virgin had turned her into a nymphomaniac and the dream flashbacks only fueled the urge.
Immediately his hand touched her private, she forgot how to breathe and her whole body began to shake uncontrollably. She quickly grabbed his arm firmly, her mouth open, gasping hot air.
“Stop please” she gasped out.
“Are you sure you want me to?” He murmured, wearing a wicked grin.
Antonio stared at her intently, his groin was getting tighter and tighter as he watched her denying him yet wanting him.
“My body is feeling weird…”
“Just shut up…” he replied softly into her ears.
Angela gasped and moaned out as his hands started gliding to and fro, stroking and caressing her sweet spot with fast rhythm. She bucked against him crying out…, he sealed off her cries with a rough kiss, harsh and demanding while his fingers explored, brushing her clitoris fast and retreating, she could barely hold back, she gasped out loudly.
“Stop it, stop toying with me” her voice quivered.
"You are moving my hands by yourself, Freckles”.
Angela opened her eyes widely in shock. He was right, she had wanted to stop him but instead she started moving his hands faster to caress and stroke her sweet spot, her hips also moved in a siren’s rhythm yearning for more.
Her face immediately went red after realizing all this, she closed her eyes tightly and bit her lower lip in regret and shame.
“No..no it can't be”.