The Grayson Twins (Part Eleven)

Billy, still panting desperately to replenish his bruised and exhausted body with air, chokes back tears of anger and frustration. He doesn’t want to let her see him upset.

But to his dismay, she easily sees through him, despite her eyes only briefly flicking over to him from her phone and then going back to scrolling through Instagram.

“Aww, did I make my little sex toy upset?” she says, not even looking at him. “You are so cute. Don’t worry, little toy. We’re gonna have so much fun in the bath! And I can get you nice and cleaned up.”

She brings him up close to her lips again, and the now too familiar massive shape of her tongue emerges from her mouth to lick his scowling face. Her warm breath washes over him like a sweet, humid gust of wind as she adds casually, “I want you nice and clean so that like, after my bath, I can make you dirty again.”

He scowls up at her.

“I mean like, not that you get to have a bath every time I get you dirty. Like, usually, I think I’ll just use my mouth to clean you up.”

She licks her lips, watching the colour drain from his face. “But like, right now I feel like a bath, and I want my little toy to play with so I don’t get bored.”

He doesn’t have time to say anything before she casually pops him into her mouth, his flailing legs dangling outside of her lips as she holds him there to free up her hands and get up from her leisurely, reclined position on the bed.

Immediately feeling panicked once again from the lack of air, he fights to push himself out backwards but her lips easily hold him in place and her tongue swishes playfully around him.

To his relief, she pulls him out after only a short time, holding him in a gentle but firm fist and swinging him casually by her side as she strolls over to her ensuite bathroom. His face grazes the side of her ass and upper thigh as she walks, just under the hem of her short, pleated skirt.

When they arrive in her bathroom, he can’t help but look around in awe at how luxurious and well-designed it is. It feels like the bathroom one would find in an expensive suite at a hotel, or at least he would imagine it that way, never having stayed anywhere so luxurious himself. Even just the way the room smells, a rich bouquet of various expensive-smelling beauty and hygiene products, gives the immediate impression of impressive wealth. There’s a dedicated bathtub built into the corner of the room, not doubling as a shower because the shower is in another corner. It’s much larger than any bathtub Billy’s ever seen and sculpted with aesthetically pleasing curves like the jacuzzi at a spa.

She twists the polished ivory handles of the taps to start running a bath, then puts him down on the smooth marble of the counter next to the sink and proceeds to start touching up her lipstick and eyeliner in the mirror. He can’t help but stare up at her in awe as she makes sexy faces at herself in the mirror, her luscious lips alternately pouting and contorting into various playful smiles so she can check her lipstick. When she’s satisfied with her makeup, she winks seductively at her own reflection and then turns her attention to her tiny captive on the counter.

When her eyes flick down to him he feels surprisingly taken aback, having lost himself for a moment in his admiration of her pretty face as she touched up her makeup. His stomach flips with visceral fear, like he was watching a beautiful lioness from what he thought was a safe distance but she now decides to prowl towards him and inevitably make him her prey.

She reaches down to him with her ornately manicured hand, a dark red painted fingernail giving him a light tap on the face as she flicks him off his feet and onto his back. She swirls her finger around him playfully, twirling him around in confusion, and giggles down at him.

“You know I can hear your thoughts, right?” She giggles. “Not that you’re hiding them very well anyway.”

He gulps, staring up at her in awed, speechless silence.

“You’re right to be scared, my little bath toy. I still might just pop you into my sexy mouth and chew you up like a little piece of candy. But it’s cute that you like how pretty I am! You’re obviously learning.”

She ruffles his hair with her finger. “Who’s my good boy?”

She bites her lip. “Hmm?”

He doesn’t say anything, still gazing up at her beautiful face in dumb silence.

She raises her eyebrows, her gaze becoming a little colder. “I asked you a question, toy. Speak.”

Despite his terror, despite everything she’s already put him through, he can’t bring himself to give up his dignity like this. He can’t stand agreeing to be spoken to like a dog. He takes a breath to steel himself and looks up at her in resolute silence, refusing to speak.

Her face quickly shifts from one of condescending compassion to one of exasperated disdain. She sighs impatiently, her eyes flicking back up to look at her own reflection so she can fix her hair. “Too bad. I thought you were ready to be promoted back to my pet, but I guess you’re just not smart enough. But that’s okay.” She looks down at him again with a mischievous smirk that makes his stomach flip. “You’re gonna make a really fun bath toy.”

Without even looking down at him, she swipes him casually off the counter with the back of her hand, tossing him into the hot water in the tub.