determined to avoid embarrassment ?
Using her legs and arms to push herself back into a standing position she couldn’t help but chide herself. Idiot ! A little embarrassment couldn’t be as painful as that just was.
She nudged the pot back to its original position in the corner of the room then leaned her shoulder against t he wall t o catch her breath. Should she be this exhausted from such a simple t ask? Taking deep breath s, she could feel moisture slick down her back and knew it was blood . Ripped my back open. Just lovely!
She quickly scanned the room for a robe, or some other garment to throw over her back. If he sees what I’ve done, I’ll never get a moment of privacy again .
As if on cue , Bray questioned from the hall, “Finished?”
“Uhhh…”, think damn it, think!
Without waiting Bray came through the door carrying a huge empty copper basin .
Neomee quickly spun her back to the wall trying to ignore the handful of fellow slaves that followed Bray through the door, each carrying a large water jar , each never taking their eyes from the floor. I n turn , the slaves each poured the contents of their jar s into the basin Bray had set on the ground near the window, and left the room without ever looking up.
So submissive , Neomee thought, it’s no wonder I’m the world ’s worst slave. I would have peeked at least once.
As the last slave exited the room, Bray turned to Neomee and smiled that I’m-up-to-something smile that she was coming to recognize and fear.
“Bath time. Let’s get your gown off. ”
Shocked for the second time in less than fifteen minutes, Neomee backed away from Bray’s approach until her tender back hit the wall. Ughhh h! Hiding a grimace, she sidestepped Bray, “I don’t think so.” She had to sit down. Her too weak legs were threatening to buckle and she was drained from the two minutes she’s spent standing.
She eased herself onto the bed and turned to see Bray still facing the wall with his back to her. When he finally turned his expression was full of anger.
Shaking her head as her mouth dropped to form the silent question , she was honestly at a loss for Bray’s sudden change of temperament.
He stalked forward and Neomee could see the smear of her blood on the opposite wall. Damn! “Look, I just … ” her words were cut off as Bray interrupted.
“Never again!”
“What?”
“I’ll not leave you to your own devices again. Don’t waste your time asking.” He approached her and grabbed the straps of her gown as if to pull it down.
“Stop!” Neomee crossed her arms in front of her chest, the sudden movement searing her back. “What are you doing?”
“Bath time!” he growled evenly without taking his eyes from hers or his hands from the straps of her gown.
“I can handle this… if you’d jus.. ”
“I just said don’t ask.” Without a nother word , he picked her up gown and all and slowly eased her into the basin. Kneeling with her cradled in his arms, he was more gentle than Neomee would have thought possible for such a large masculine brute , especially one that was so angry .
She knew better than to protest and was simply happy to have the thin sheer gown as some form of barrier between Bray’s eyes and her otherwise naked body.
It stung where the water lapped at her lower back, but the pain lessened with each passing moment. Bray used a ceramic jar to pour warm water over her dusty parched skin and she hissed when he cauti ously poured a jar over her injuries .
Goose bumps speckled her flesh as the warm water on her skin was cooled by the summer breeze wafting in through the window. Sitting erect, her muscles whined at her tense posture a s she made a concerted effort to try and relax. She’d never sat in a basin before. Slaves were only permitted to bathe with small bowls in the slave bathing quarters.
Bray pulled the thong from her long
Using her legs and arms to push herself back into a standing position she couldn’t help but chide herself. Idiot ! A little embarrassment couldn’t be as painful as that just was.
She nudged the pot back to its original position in the corner of the room then leaned her shoulder against t he wall t o catch her breath. Should she be this exhausted from such a simple t ask? Taking deep breath s, she could feel moisture slick down her back and knew it was blood . Ripped my back open. Just lovely!
She quickly scanned the room for a robe, or some other garment to throw over her back. If he sees what I’ve done, I’ll never get a moment of privacy again .
As if on cue , Bray questioned from the hall, “Finished?”
“Uhhh…”, think damn it, think!
Without waiting Bray came through the door carrying a huge empty copper basin .
Neomee quickly spun her back to the wall trying to ignore the handful of fellow slaves that followed Bray through the door, each carrying a large water jar , each never taking their eyes from the floor. I n turn , the slaves each poured the contents of their jar s into the basin Bray had set on the ground near the window, and left the room without ever looking up.
So submissive , Neomee thought, it’s no wonder I’m the world ’s worst slave. I would have peeked at least once.
As the last slave exited the room, Bray turned to Neomee and smiled that I’m-up-to-something smile that she was coming to recognize and fear.
“Bath time. Let’s get your gown off. ”
Shocked for the second time in less than fifteen minutes, Neomee backed away from Bray’s approach until her tender back hit the wall. Ughhh h! Hiding a grimace, she sidestepped Bray, “I don’t think so.” She had to sit down. Her too weak legs were threatening to buckle and she was drained from the two minutes she’s spent standing.
She eased herself onto the bed and turned to see Bray still facing the wall with his back to her. When he finally turned his expression was full of anger.
Shaking her head as her mouth dropped to form the silent question , she was honestly at a loss for Bray’s sudden change of temperament.
He stalked forward and Neomee could see the smear of her blood on the opposite wall. Damn! “Look, I just … ” her words were cut off as Bray interrupted.
“Never again!”
“What?”
“I’ll not leave you to your own devices again. Don’t waste your time asking.” He approached her and grabbed the straps of her gown as if to pull it down.
“Stop!” Neomee crossed her arms in front of her chest, the sudden movement searing her back. “What are you doing?”
“Bath time!” he growled evenly without taking his eyes from hers or his hands from the straps of her gown.
“I can handle this… if you’d jus.. ”
“I just said don’t ask.” Without a nother word , he picked her up gown and all and slowly eased her into the basin. Kneeling with her cradled in his arms, he was more gentle than Neomee would have thought possible for such a large masculine brute , especially one that was so angry .
She knew better than to protest and was simply happy to have the thin sheer gown as some form of barrier between Bray’s eyes and her otherwise naked body.
It stung where the water lapped at her lower back, but the pain lessened with each passing moment. Bray used a ceramic jar to pour warm water over her dusty parched skin and she hissed when he cauti ously poured a jar over her injuries .
Goose bumps speckled her flesh as the warm water on her skin was cooled by the summer breeze wafting in through the window. Sitting erect, her muscles whined at her tense posture a s she made a concerted effort to try and relax. She’d never sat in a basin before. Slaves were only permitted to bathe with small bowls in the slave bathing quarters.
Bray pulled the thong from her long
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