But she wasn’t standing for long.
“Come on, little girl—into the bath,” Dra’vik rumbled. Taking her hand, he helped her into the deep marble tub, which was now almost completely full of the pink, lightly scented water.
Iyanna twisted her locs into a loose bun to keep them from getting wet and sighed blissfully as she sank into the tub. The only problem was the water stung her wounded wrists, which were still tender and bruised.
Suppose I’m lucky neither one of them is broken, considering how hard I was yanking on them, she thought, and then pushed the memory of the scanning room away. She wasn’t going to let what had happened in the past ruin her present, she told herself firmly. It was over and done with and she wanted to concentrate on what was happening now.
Dra’vik must have seen her wince of pain because he frowned and knelt by the side of the tub.
“What’s wrong, little girl? Wrists still hurting?”
“The water stung them a little—that’s all,” Iyanna told him. “But I’m getting used to it. Hey, why don’t you come in here with me?” she added hopefully. “I’m pretty sure this tub is big enough for two people—even if one of them is nine feet tall.”
She liked the idea of being all wet and slippery in the tub with the big Drake, but Dra’vik shook his head.
“Maybe another time. But tonight is all about you, little girl. Now hold still—I’m going to wash you.”
Iyanna saw that he had a kind of dark purple sponge thing in one hand. When he squeezed it, pale purple bubbles came out of it. To Iyanna, they smelled like the many tiny clusters of flowers on the lilac bushes her grandmother had in her front yard.
Dra’vik took one of her hands in his much larger one and began by scrubbing her palms and fingers. He avoided her wounded wrist and moved on up her arm, rubbing the sponge over her flesh in long, even strokes that were both soothing and sensual.
He did the same thing for the other arm and both of her legs, then he directed Iyanna to lean forward so he could scrub her back. To her surprise, she found the big puffy sponge had a rougher side—she shivered with delight as Dra’vik used it between her shoulder blades.
“Oh! That gives me the chills!” she exclaimed. “But don’t stop—I like it.”
“Though you might like it, little girl.” There was a hint of amusement in his deep, rumbling voice, as though he liked tantalizing her, Iyanna thought. She had never had a man take such complete charge of her before—had never had a lover decide he would give her a bath and scrub her everywhere like this.
Well, he hasn’t exactly scrubbed you everywhere yet, whispered that naughty little voice.
But just as she was thinking that, Dra’vik had her lay back against the tub again. He squeezed the sweet-smelling foam into his palms and laid the sponge on the side of the tub.
“Going to wash your breasts now, little girl,” he informed her. “And you’re going to be good and let me do it, aren’t you? Going to let me get you all nice and clean.”
Biting her lip, Iyanna looked up at him. He looked so big and imposing, leaning over her as he was. He was kneeling beside the tub, the overhead luminescence gleaming on his curving horns and his golden-yellow eyes glowing softly. Even kneeling, he was so large and muscular he almost seemed to fill the room with his presence.
He made her feel small and safe like no other man ever had before—it made her want to submit to him completely.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, wondering how he would take the words.
His eyes opened wide for a moment, then went half-lidded with desire.
“What did you say, little girl?” he rumbled.
“I said yes, Master—I’ll be good,” Iyanna murmured, giving him her most innocent, wide-eyed expression. “Isn’t that what you want from me?”
“Mmm, yes it is,” he murmured, holding her eyes with his. “I’m glad to hear you’re going to be my good girl.”
Iyanna bit her lip harder, as a helpless shiver rushed through her. Sweet Lord, this man knew how to push her buttons!
A moment later he had moved around so that he was kneeling at the head of the tub behind her. Reaching around, he cupped both her breasts in his big, warm hands. As he spread the sweet-smelling bubbles all over her full mounds, Iyanna moaned and arched her back, giving him better access.
Dra’vik seemed to know exactly what she needed. Gently, he tugged at her stiff nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to the spot between her legs.
“Oh God…Dra’vik!” she gasped, writhing so that some of the water splashed over the side of the tub. “Don’t…don’t stop!” she begged him.
“Don’t you mean, ‘Master?’” he growled softly in her ear. “And I have no intention of stopping until you’re all clean, little girl. In fact, I think it’s time to scrub your soft little pussy now. Are you ready to open your legs for me?”