Just a Taste Part 13

Ch 13: Haze

Isabella

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Everything felt cold and numb; my heart was running in slow-motion, and my lungs struggled to operate. 

Even though I heard disembodied voices, whom I'm guessing were Daddy and Dylan speaking to me, trying to rouse my collapsed body, I couldn't respond. My consciousness had already slipped away. 

Then, a deafening silence assaulted me, pushing my soul away from the living world.

Mommy's laughter lured me toward a place that was bright and warm. An apple orchard in the beautiful countryside, a place we spoke of visiting many times when she was alive. 

If I followed her voice, we could see it together! 

Something stopped me, though. An uncertain feeling that tethered me to elsewhere. 

She noticed my feelings and sent me away, saying that it wasn't my time yet. Not for many years.

No doubt about it, I was on death’s door.  

At least, that's what I thought.

Until a few moments ago, when a flood of heat covered my near-frozen body. 

My consciousness rushed back into my mind and stirred me. Partially awake, at least.

"Isabella," Dylan whispered, stroking my cheek. "I'm going to bathe you now, okay?"

Bathe me? Am I dirty?

"I know you can't speak right now, but I wanted to let you know," he explained, pressing a kiss to my nose. A jolt of excitement shot straight to my belly. "Just relax and let me care for you."

The next few moments are blurry, but I vaguely remember my pajamas being removed, exposing me entirely. Immediately, I felt better. Almost as if my clothing kept the warmth from being effective.

Dylan's arms cradled me as I'm lowered into a steaming bubble bath. I flinched involuntarily at the sudden temperature shift. He tightened his hold on me.

"I've got you, darling," he murmured, fully submerging my body in the frothy suds.

Once I was situated, Dylan moved his hands in and out of the water; carefully splashing it onto my neck, chin, and breasts.

My vision blurred as my eyes opened.

Immediately, Dylan's amber gaze met mine. He smiled and said, "Welcome back to the living world, Isabella."

Sighing contentedly, I croaked, "Thank you..."

He silenced me with his palm. "Shh, don't force yourself to speak. You've been freezing for a while, so your throat is strained." He kissed my forehead. "It'll come back in time. Just be patient."

I nodded, unable to break the hold his gorgeous eyes had on me. They're amber with flecks of dark brown at the very edges. It's almost as if darkness were eclipsing his irises.

For the next several minutes, he cleansed me. With a plain warm cloth, he gently wiped grime, dried skin, and God knows what off ‌my face; behind my ears and around my neck.

Then he grabbed another cloth, soaped it up, and continued downward.

A blush crept across my cheeks as he massaged my breasts. The way he caressed them, treating them as if they were porcelain; I gasped, and a low growl escaped his lips.

Fuck, that was sexy.

I whined when his hands left them.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I told you I would warm you later, Isabella, but you're making it hard to concentrate."

Shivering at his hot breath on my neck, I nodded.

"If you behave..." he rasped, trailing his tongue along my earlobe. "I'll fulfill your every desire. Deal?"

Panting, I stroke his hair with my damp palms and nod in agreement.

With a wicked grin, he replied, "Good girl."

Familiar pressure built between my thighs, but I didn't react. I needed to behave as he requested.

Then, as if the entire conversation hadn't happened, Dylan resumed his task by washing my stomach and navel.

He propped a folded towel behind me and commanded, "Lean back and spread your legs for me."

Trembling with desire, I obeyed. Resting my head on the soft towel as I nervously parted my legs.

Suddenly, his lips met mine in a firm, chaste kiss.

Our lips still grazing, he murmured, "See what happens when you follow commands, darling?" He deepens the kiss; his tongue teases my lips open and gloriously invades.

Fireworks ignited the sleeping butterflies in my belly; creating a dizzying flurry of desire within me.

Jesus, will I survive more than a kiss or touch from Dylan?

He pulled away, tugging at my bottom lip. "We'll finish this later."

Breathlessly, I whispered, "D-do you promise?"

Dylan chuckled, grabbing his soapy cloth. "Yes, I promise. Now, no more talking. Relax."

Closing my eyes, I relaxed my body, allowing the steaming, bubbly water to soothe me. For the first time in years, I felt no stress.

I didn't need to worry about grades, Daddy's rules, or stupid diets, because they didn't matter anymore.

Just as I'm at the precipice of sleep, Dylan's hand grazed my vagina. His finger stroked my folds through the slippery cloth as his thumb pressed on my clit.

Biting my bottom lip, I forced my hips to stay put.

Over and over, I repeated in my head: don't move, don't move, please don't move. He's just cleaning me, nothing else.

"Isabella," Dylan groaned, sliding his fingers and the cloth inside me. I moaned softly. "The bath is over. Here's your reward."

Excruciatingly slow, he pumped his fingers in and out, using the cloth as both a barrier and to clean me.

My toes curled as my hips matched his rhythm, sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine.

Seconds away from climax, Dylan pulled his fingers out.

Dissatisfied, I pouted.

He drained the tub, then rinsed the excess soap off with the showerhead.

While he wrapped me in dry towels, he declared, "I'm not done with you yet, Isabella. Your reward continues in bed."

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