No Saints Here

The Bathtub Girl

The city lights blinked through the glass walls of the elevator, a glowing world beneath her feet. Floxy leaned against the railing, a sigh slipping past her lips as her gloved hand pressed to her forehead. She was drained to the bone.

For two years she had worked in the city's most expensive hotel. Cleaning rooms, scrubbing stains that weren't hers, smiling when she didn't want to. The penthouse wasn't new to her, she had cleaned it before. But tonight... something felt different.

She went about her duty as always, dusting, folding, arranging. Until she entered the bathroom.

Her steps slowed. The giant tub gleamed like a jewel under the light, steam still curling in the air from a guest long gone. It called to her in a way she couldn't ignore.

It was the last hour of her shift. Her uniform clung to her sweaty skin, her back ached, and her head throbbed. She bit her lip, trying to shove the thought away. But her eyes kept dragging back to that tub.

She knew what would happen if she was caught. She could lose her job. Her only income. The risk made her chest tighten-yet at the same time, it thrilled her.

The temptation won.

One by one, her clothes fell away until nothing covered her bare skin. Her brown curls spilled down her back, her chocolate eyes flashing in the mirror. 

Floxy was beautiful-too beautiful to be a cleaner. But life didn't care for beauty.

She stepped into the tub. Warm water kissed her skin, drawing a sigh of relief straight from her chest. She leaned back, letting her head fall against the edge, eyes closing as she finally-finally-allowed herself a stolen moment.

But the peace shattered in an instant.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Her eyes flew open.

A man stood in the doorway.

Bald head gleaming under the lights, his body wrapped in a dark, fitted suit. His aura filled the room, heavy and dangerous. His face was cut sharp, handsome in a way that could hurt, his eyes darker than night. He looked at her like she was already his.

"Well, well..." His voice was deep, calm, with a cruel edge of amusement. "Look what we have here."

Her throat went dry.

"I... I... sir..." Floxy stammered, unable to breathe.

The water splashed as she shifted, trying to sink deeper and hide her naked body. His eyes caught the movement. They darkened. She swore she heard a growl.

He took a slow step forward, his gaze locked on her trembling frame.

"On your feet," he ordered.

Her heart pounded so loud it drowned out her thoughts. She shook her head weakly, then swallowed and rose. Her arms instinctively wrapped over her chest, but his glare told her that covering herself only made things worse.

"Do you know what happens," he asked softly, his brow arching, "to little girls caught soaking in a guest's tub?"

Her lips trembled as she whispered, "No..."

He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. "We're about to find out."

Her knees weakened. Her skin shivered with goosebumps, and not from the cold. Something stirred inside her that she didn't want to admit-a heat crawling low, making her body betray her.

Then he left.

For a second, she thought maybe he would let her go. But when he returned, her stomach dropped.

In his hand was a blood-red suitcase.

He set it down, unlatched it, and opened it wide. Her eyes widened. Inside were toys-dark, wicked things she had only ever seen whispered about. Steel cuffs. Leather. Things that spoke of punishment, not play.

He plucked a cuff, letting it dangle from his finger as he looked straight at her. His lips curled into a shadowed smile.

"You stepped into my territory," he said slowly. "Touched what was mine. And now, bathtub girl, I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Floxy's breath caught in her throat.

Her pulse raced. Her body trembled. She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't obey.

He stepped closer, his scent thick, his shadow swallowing her. His hand lifted, brushing along her jaw, tilting her chin up until her eyes met his.

"Sir... please I'm sorry. I don't want to lose my job," she whispered, tears prickling her lashes.

His eyes softened only for a second, then hardened again. "Hush now... you'll do as I say."

Her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with sharp breaths. Something inside her bent under his voice. She gave the smallest nod.

"Stretch your arms."

Her wrists trembled as she lifted them. Cold steel closed around them, clicking shut, binding her hands above her to the shower rail.

Her breath hitched. Helpless and vulnerable.

Then came the sting. His palm snapped against her nipple, sharp and sudden. She gasped, jolting in shock. But instead of pain, heat rushed through her body, pooling between her thighs. A soft moan slipped from her lips.

He caught it. He smirked.

"You'll scream only when I tell you," he murmured darkly, gripping her chin.

Floxy swallowed hard, realizing what he was. Not just a man. Not just a guest. A Dom. And not the gentle kind. His eyes promised darkness-punishment deeper than she had ever imagined.

Her body trembled, her mind screamed, but her pussy throbbed with need.

And for the first time, Floxy understood-there was no way out of this.

Her arms strained against the cuffs, the cold steel biting into her wrists. She was trapped, standing bare before him, her chest heaving as the stranger studied her like a predator savoring his catch.

He didn't speak right away. He didn't have to. His silence was louder than words, the weight of his gaze stripping her soul naked along with her body.

Then, without warning, his mouth descended. His lips closed around her nipple, hot and wet, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud before his teeth grazed it.

Floxy gasped, the sound slipping unbidden from her throat. She had never felt anything like it-every drag of his tongue sent fire down her spine, every scrape of his teeth made her thighs quiver.

She hated herself for it. She hated how good it felt.

"Sweet little thing," he murmured against her breast, his voice muffled and sinful. "Your body speaks louder than your mouth."

Her breath came in shallow bursts. She closed her eyes, whispering, "Please..." but even she didn't know if she was begging him to stop or begging for more.

He pulled back, a dark smile curling his lips. "You'll call me Don. Nothing else."

Floxy swallowed hard and nodded.

"Good girl."

He left her trembling body for only a moment, crossing back to the blood-red suitcase. This time he returned with a whip, thin and sharp, made of braided leather. He uncoiled it slowly, letting the sound slice through the air.

Her body stiffened, her knees threatening to give way.

The first strike landed against her thigh. A sharp sting, hot and sudden. She cried out, jerking against the cuffs.

The second lash kissed across her nipple. Her scream filled the bathroom, echoing off the tiles. Tears pricked her eyes. But beneath the pain, her pussy clenched, her body betraying her with a rush of wetness.

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

She bit her lip, refusing to answer.

The whip cracked again, this time between her thighs. The leather kissed her pussy, and her moan was raw, loud, impossible to hide.

"There it is," he growled, his cock straining against his trousers. "That's the sound I wanted."

Her legs shook, her breath ragged, her body a trembling mess of pain and forbidden pleasure.

He tossed the whip aside, reaching into the suitcase once more. This time, he pulled out something small, round-an egg-shaped toy.

Her eyes widened, panic flashing in them as he knelt before her. His gaze flicked to her bare pussy, glistening from her arousal.

Without a word, his mouth pressed against her.

Floxy cried out, her head falling back as his tongue dragged across her folds. He licked her slowly at first, tasting her, savoring her, then deeper, harder, his mouth worshipping her like she was his meal. A low growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating against her clit.

Her thighs tried to close, but his hands gripped them hard, forcing her open.

"Ahhh... oh God... oh..." Her moans tumbled from her lips, her body arching, her wrists straining against the cuffs as he devoured her.

Just when she got to they point, Then he stopped.

She whimpered, trembling, her pussy throbbing, begging for more.

The egg slid inside her before she could catch her breath. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, her walls clenching around the toy.

When she lifted her dazed eyes, she saw the remote in his hand.

A wicked smile curved his mouth as he pressed the button.

The egg buzzed to life inside her, vibrations tearing through her body. She screamed, the sound caught between agony and ecstasy.

Andy watched her intently, his eyes devouring every twitch, every moan, every desperate plea.

"Please..." Floxy begged, her voice broken, her body shaking as the toy pulsed inside her.

"Not yet." His voice was firm, merciless.

Every twenty seconds he raised the intensity, watching her come undone. Her moans filled the air, louder and louder, her body convulsing as pleasure gripped her.

"I'm coming! Oh God, I'm coming!" she screamed, her back arching, toes curling, body trembling violently.

And just as she reached the edge, he stopped.

The vibration ceased, leaving her gasping, ruined, desperate.

Her tears slid down her cheeks, her pussy aching, her body burning for release that never came.

He stepped closer, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a dark whisper.

"Welcome to your punishment, bathtub girl."