Mind to Bend: Chapter 24

Sera dips her luscious body into the bath, and the soft foam eats up every inch until the water in the oversized tub covers her. The sweet scents of vanilla and Egyptian musk float off the water, and I can’t wait to rub them into her skin. She shivers as she adjusts to the heat, and I watch in fascination as her breasts bob.

“How’s the temperature?”

She leans her head back against the porcelain before offering me a lazy smile.

“You know it’s a little too hot, right?” Tendrils of golden blonde hair float beside her and stick to her breasts, the darkened ends looking brown.

“I do,” I admit as I destroy the distance between us and kneel behind her. “I like when you’re a little bit past comfortable.”

I run my finger over the curve of her shoulder and along her breast. She tenses until I press a sweet kiss against her neck and hum into the space. I smile, remembering our conversation about physical touch and her taking comfort from it. There’s no doubt that she responds beautifully to physical affection. She’s starved for it. I hit a few buttons hidden beneath a panel, and she squeals in shock as jets come to life.

“This place is insane,” she comments with awe and frustration as she moves her fingers through the artificial swells. “What other tricks are waiting?”

“More than you can imagine, I’m afraid, and only some of them are as sexy as jacuzzi tubs.” These walls hold many secrets, and if things go as I plan, she and I won’t be here long enough to let them dampen her light.

“Should that scare me?”

I bite back my grin. I do like it when she’s afraid. “Healthy skepticism was invented to keep you alive.”

She shivers but relaxes into my touch when my hands slide over her body.

“You’ve always made me nervous, you know?”

“You’ve done an excellent job of hiding it.”

She snorts, “Yeah, right. You taught me how to orgasm because I was so subtle about your effect on me.”

Her eyes meet mine in the mirror in front of us, and I wink. “Did you ever think it was because of your effect on me rather than the other way around?”

“No, I never considered that.”

The steaming glass partially obscures our reflection, and I turn my attention to her smooth and silky skin. The animal part of me enjoys how slick and wet she feels. Her nipples stand, reddened from the heat, and they sway with each pass of my fingers. I start massaging her neck and shoulders, enjoying her little gasps and the splashes of her tits.

I work out her tension, inch by inch, but the spot she likes most are the muscles directly above her breasts. Whether they’re that sore or my little slut is hoping I’ll dip lower, I’m not sure.

“Oh my God,” she gasps.

“You hold a lot of tension right here.” I roll my thumbs over the round caps of her shoulders, digging into a spot that makes her whimper. “Do you ever get tired of torturing yourself?”

I kiss and suck at her neck, and she sighs.

“I’m not supposed to feel good about what we’re doing, Shane.”

“Does torturing yourself get tiring? Will rearranging the words win me a real answer?”

She flicks the back of my hand, and I relish the playful gesture.

“I guess I am tired of it. But how do I stop?” The tension I squeezed out of her is already creeping back in, and my hands clamp down to keep her shoulders from hitting her ears.

“First step? Enjoy this. It will be good for your muscles and your sweet cunt. I know how sore you must be, Angel. Let me take care of you.”

She moans at my words as much as my touch. My hands roam her body, taking their time on every bit of her. A deep but subtle excitement runs through me at the prospect of spending my life learning her body and the places it holds tension, of eliminating every problem and worry until she’s nothing but radiant happiness. When I slip my fingers into her slickness, she whimpers softly.

“Please, m’sore,” she grumbles, not quite awake.

“That’s okay, Angel. This will feel good.”

If she doesn’t want my hands washing her, the jets can do the job for me. I place a hand beneath each thigh, lifting and spreading them. She squeals, but her firmly planted shoulders keep her in place.

“Wha–” she starts to complain, but a pulsating jet hits her clit, and she lets out a long, low moan instead. Her hips buck, and I press my face against hers to keep her from thrashing away. My fingers tighten against the soft flesh of her thighs and she whimpers at the pain.

“Harder,”

“Slow down, Seraphina.” This isn’t that kind of game. “This will get you nice and clean and won’t make you any sorer.” I use my detached, professional tone. “Orgasms are good for you.”

She doesn’t get to say another word. She’s too busy shaking and grunting like she’s never felt anything so intense. Within a minute, she’s orgasming, screaming, and crying my name as she comes. Water splashes me as I suck her neck, leaving a fat hickey. I can’t get enough of her taste. The urge to bite down, drink her blood and cum is overwhelming. I wish I had another mouth and set of arms for everything I want to touch and do to her, though it still wouldn’t be enough. Once she’s crying for me to let her down, I lower her thighs, turn off the jets, and let her rest.

I kiss her neck softly, soothing away the damage I did to her tender skin. Now that she’s calm and happy, I talk her through the breathing exercises that only work on those already willing and susceptible. My Angel wants the release I give her so severely she throws her subconscious open and begs me to come in. I don’t intend to leave her disappointed in any facet of her life.

“Seraphina, are you with me?”

“Mm,”

It doesn’t take long until she’s in that impressionable place where I can mold her how she needs. I love seeing her like this, desperate for anything I might teach or give her. She’s like this all the time underneath her timid exterior, but all that self-imposed torment gets in the way of the little slut she wants to be. My cock is so hard from the control she’s gifted me, and combined with touching her body, I am in physical pain.

“Little Angel,”

“Shane,” she coos back, and I pull my cock out of my pants.

Running my hand up and down the length, I relish the sight of her. Her eyes stay closed but her chin tips in my direction. The bubbles have fallen flat with the jets off, revealing the slightly distorted view of Seraphina’s beautifully open body. She came so hard, and with the hot water, her muscles are as soft as her mind. I’m sure I could slip into her tight ass without any pain if I could find a way under her without disturbing her.

God, I want to claim her ass.

I grip my cock tightly and run a gentle hand over her.

“What do you think of yourself, pretty Angel?”

She sighs softly.

“I’m a whore. A cheater who is running around on my husband, all because I’m falling in love with my therapist. I’m dumb and–”

“That’s enough of that,” I interrupt her tirade. Exploring those feelings is important, but I won’t allow her to berate herself, especially after she’s just admitted she loves me. I love her too, but I know full well it doesn’t count until she decides to tell me herself.

Her hands rest against her chest and grab at her heart like she ripped the admission from it, and I know I can’t hold her to it. Her cheeks are pink, and I hate that I’ve allowed her to become distressed in this place that should only relax her.

“Don’t worry, Angel. You didn’t say too much. You’re not embarrassed.”

She softens again, and I’m torn between incredible joy and rage. I am also falling in love with her, and hearing Seraphina feels the same is exhilarating. My cock twitches in my hand, leaking precum at the thought. I could blow my load right now.

But the rest? To say her words anger me is a profound understatement. It takes all my self-control not to wrap my hand around her neck and fuck her throat as punishment, especially given the intensity I’m craving her with. But I wouldn’t do that to her. I may be a sick bastard, but even I have my limits. I’ll never punish her for anything I learn in these sessions.

“You’re not a whore, Angel. You are my whore.”

“Your whore.”

“And my whore is smart and worthy, the most beautiful and precious.”

She doesn’t answer.

“Did you hear me, Seraphina?”

“Your whore,” she confirms.

“My pretty whore, my perfect slut, and you don’t belong to Tim.”

“I married him, though.”

I clench my fist and take a deep breath.

“I know this lesson is hard for you but repeat after me, Angel. I don’t belong to Tim.”

She pauses as if what I’m saying is so contrary to her internal monologue that reaching her takes a long time.

“I don’t belong to Tim,” I repeat.

Her brow furrows but eventually relaxes, her eyes never opening.

“I don’t belong to Tim.” Her chin dips into the water, the water kissing her lush bottom lip.

“You’re right, Angel.”

“I don’t belong to Tim.”

Her long legs are floating and fully spread, revealing her pretty pink pussy. I nearly cum but squeeze myself hard in time to stop the eruption.

I know that lesson will take time. This isn’t my first time giving it, but Seraphina’s feelings surrounding Tim are deep and complicated. They will take a lot of time to unpack. But that doesn’t change how much it turns me on when she admits the truth.

“Angel, are you smart?” I grunt, trying to ignore how fucking hot it is to have her right in front of me, talking to me, and not even realize I’m stroking my cock for her.

“No,” she answers swiftly. This is another point we’re struggling with, but she got “kneel” right the first time. She’s a stubborn little bitch. Go figure.

“Angel, you are smart. Say it.” I’m so close, and I need her to admit it before I come.

“I’m smart.”

She pouts, and I take a calculated guess at how hard she’s fighting against the praise in that beautiful, brilliant head of hers.

“You can do anything you set your mind to.”

“I can do anything,” she repeats, and I smile at how easy that one was. This is going better than the last time.

“Okay, Angel. Do you remember the most important thing?” My balls are buzzing, and the base of my spine is tingling. Jerking off has never been so satisfying.

“The most important thing?” she questions numbly.

“Yes, Angel. What do you need to live?”

“I need Shane to live.”

“That’s right. You are my perfect, pretty slut. You are so smart, so capable. You can do anything in the world except be without Shane.”

She nods as she says, “I need Shane.”

And I explode, coming so hard my back bows, and I see stars.