“Nope. I don’t really feel like it these days.” Lindsey shut her eyes. “It was a childish dream anyway.”
Chapter Eleven
“I’m so stuffed,” Camilla said. “I can barely move.”
Lindsey murmured in agreement. The two of them were sprawled out in the lounge just off the dining room, finishing the bottle of wine they’d opened with dinner. Camilla had recovered from her ‘flare-up,’ which was what she called those periods where her illness got worse, and she was back to her usual self. In fact, she seemed even livelier than before.
“June should have finished drawing my bath by now.” Camilla turned to Lindsey. “Would you like to join me?”
Camilla often disappeared to take long baths before bed. This was the first time she had invited Lindsey to join her nightly ritual. The two of them in the bath together? That could only lead to one thing.
Lindsey’s entire body sizzled. That night in the playroom seemed like an eternity ago. Since then, Lindsey and Camilla had barely done more than kiss. It only made Lindsey’s desire for her grow. Almost every night, Lindsey would lie awake, alternating between thinking about how good it had felt, and wondering why she felt anything at all.
It shouldn’t have been a problem for Lindsey. She’d always been open-minded when it came to all things sex and sexuality. She had no reason to resist what she felt toward Camilla. But this was uncharted, unfamiliar territory. Lindsey had never looked at another woman the way she looked at Camilla, never thought about one the way she thought about Camilla every night.
And she certainly had never wanted to get naked in a bathtub with one.
“Where did you go just now, Lindsey?” Camilla asked.
“Uh, nowhere,” Lindsey replied.
“Well, if you’re not interested, I’ll have to take a bath all by myself.” Camilla’s voice took on a low, sultry timbre. “It’s a pity. I was looking forward to having you in there with me, all naked and dripping wet.”
Lindsey swallowed. “I’ll take a bath with you, Mistress.”
The two of them made their way up to Camilla’s bathroom. As soon as Lindsey walked through the door, she was hit with the scent of flowers. It was coming from the enormous tub in the corner which was filled to the brim with milky water covered in a layer of petals. Bubbles propelled by underwater jets rose to the surface, and the air above the bath was thick with steam.
Was this what Camilla’s nightly baths were like? No wonder she enjoyed them so much.
Camilla shut the door behind her and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “Undress,” Camilla said. “Then undress me.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Lindsey pulled her dress up over her head and hung it on a hook by the door, then slipped out of her bra and panties. Camilla’s piercing eyes watched her the entire time. It only excited Lindsey more.
Once her clothes were hung up neatly, Lindsey returned to where Camilla sat.
Camilla straightened out her legs. “Start with my shoes.”
Lindsey removed her Mistress’s heels one by one, then placed them carefully to the side. Camilla stood up and turned around. Slowly, Lindsey unzipped Camilla’s dress, exposing the golden skin of her back inch by inch. She pulled it off, then peeled away Camilla’s bra.
Camilla turned to face her. The sight of her Mistress’s near-naked body made Lindsey swoon. Camilla’s flawless skin glowed, and her hips and breasts were luscious and full. Lindsey found herself wanting to kiss them, and bury herself in them, and get lost in them for hours on end.
“As much as I appreciate you admiring me, I’d like to get into this bath before it gets cold,” Camilla said.
Lindsey snapped out of her trance. “Sorry, Mistress.”
She looked down at Camilla’s panties. They were made of cream-colored silk. Camilla seemed to love silk. Silk sheets, silk nighties, silk lingerie. And these tiny silk panties that Lindsey had just been instructed to remove.
Lindsey dropped to her knees and pulled Camilla’s panties down her hips and all the way to the ground. She barely caught a glimpse of what was underneath them before Camilla turned and stepped into the bath.
Camilla slid down into the steamy water with a satisfied groan. “Hang my things up and come join me.”
Lindsey did as she was instructed, then got into the bath in front of Camilla, sitting between her legs. Camilla draped her arms around Lindsey’s shoulders, pulling her in close. The bathtub was big enough that the two of them could fit without even touching. But where was the fun in that?
“I’ll be going away next week,” Camilla said. “For five days or so.”
“Where are you going?” Lindsey asked.
“To Seattle for work. I have an event to attend the night before I leave, so I’ll be staying in the city then going straight to the airport in the morning. It’s a fundraising gala for a library downtown. These things are always so dull, but considering I practically gave them the building, I should probably make an appearance.”