CH 9: A Bit of Bonding

Lila lay sprawled on her stomach, her body sinking into the plush mattress, her limbs heavy with sleep. At some point in the night, she must have gotten hot and kicked the sheets off of her body, the silk now twisted and gathered at the foot of the bed, leaving her completely bare.

Her head throbbed faintly, a dull ache that pulsed behind her temples that she had never felt before. She vaguely remembered drinking wine and having a conversation with Clara, but the rest of the evening was lost to the fog of the alcohol.

A cool breeze whispered across her naked skin, making her shiver, goosebumps prickling her bare arms and legs. Her small tits pressed against the mattress, flattened slightly by the weight of her body. The sun was warm against her back, her body half in the golden glow, half in the shadows cast by the curtains.

Suddenly, she felt a warm hand between her thighs, and before she could react, fingers pushed inside her, making her gasp. It began to move, thrusting in and out of her, stretching her, filling her, the pace relentless. The stranger’s thumb found her clit, rubbing slow circles over her sensitive nub, the pressure building inside her.

The unexpected pleasure made her squirm, her body trying to adjust to the sensation. She opened her mouth to protest, to ask what the fuck was going on, but the fingers inside her curled, hitting a spot that made her see stars, a strangled moan escaping her throat instead.

Whoever it was, they didn’t care that she was hungover, didn’t care that she wasn’t fully awake. They kept pumping their fingers into her, faster and harder, making her whimper.

“You’re so wet,” a deep voice purred. “Your little pussy is dripping.”

Lila turned her head, her eyes blinking open, the light too bright. Her gaze settled on Andrew’s face, his features blurry as he stared down at her, his eyes dark and intense.

“Andrew?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

He didn’t answer, just kept fingering her, the pressure of his thumb on her clit never faltering. She could feel her pussy throbbing, could feel her arousal growing with every thrust of his fingers, her body responding to his touch despite her confusion.

She didn’t know what time it was, didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, didn’t know how Andrew had slipped into her room unnoticed. All she knew was that her headache was getting worse, the pounding behind her eyes making it hard to think, and she was about to cum.

She buried her face in the pillow, her hips rocking, her body seeking release. She could feel it building inside her, the heat coiling in her belly, her muscles tensing, her pussy clenching around Andrew’s fingers.

“Cum for me,” he growled, his thumb pressing harder, his movements relentless.

And she did, the pleasure erupting, her body shuddering, her pussy spasming, a rush of wetness coating his fingers. She cried out, her voice muffled by the pillow, her body shaking as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Andrew’s fingers slipped from her soaked cunt, her thighs sticky and slick.

But it wasn’t over yet.

She could feel the mattress shifting, could hear the rustle of fabric as he moved, and then, without warning, the thick head of his cock pressed against her opening. He didn’t wait, didn’t give her time to adjust, just pushed inside her, burying himself to the hilt, her tight pussy stretching around his thick shaft.

The sudden fullness made her gasp, the intensity making her head spin. Her pussy clenched around him, her body trying to accommodate the intrusion. She whimpered, her fingers clutching the sheets, her hips instinctively rocking back, the movement driving his cock even deeper inside her.

Andrew didn’t give her time to catch her breath. He didn’t give her a chance to adjust, just began thrusting, his pace brutal, his cock pounding her wet pussy. The pleasure was overwhelming, her body still sensitive from her previous orgasm, and she couldn’t help but moan, the sound muffled by the pillow.

He fucked her relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, her small body jolting with every thrust. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit, could feel the heat radiating from his body, his cock pistoning in and out of her tight hole.

He grunted, his hands grabbed her slender hips, pulling her up onto her knees, the position forcing her back to arch. The shift made his cock hit a new angle, the tip of his dick pressing against a spot inside her that made her toes curl, a orgasmic moan escaping her lips.

Her headache was gone, replaced by the steady build of a new climax, the pressure growing inside her with each stroke of his cock. His breathing was ragged, his fingers digging into her flesh, her body bouncing on his lap, her small tits swaying beneath her.

“Fuck,” he growled, his rhythm becoming erratic, his thrusts growing more desperate.

“I’m cumming,” she whimpered, her pussy clamping down around him, her muscles contracting as another orgasm ripped through her, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Andrew’s cock pulsed inside her, the pressure of her quivering slit pushing him over the edge. He let out a low groan, his cock twitching as he shot his load deep inside her, his hot seed coating her inner walls. He continued to fuck her through it, his movements slower but just as intense, her pussy milking his cock.

As their orgasms faded, the room fell into a quiet stillness, the only sound their ragged breaths. Andrew’s cock remained buried inside her, her pussy clenching around him, her muscles still twitching from the intensity of her orgasm.

After a few moments, Andrew slowly pulled out, his spent cock slipping from her pussy, a trickle of his cum leaking out and running down her thigh. She collapsed back onto the bed, her body limp, her limbs boneless. She could feel her heartbeat slowing, her breathing evening out.

“I have to go to work again today.” Andrew sighed, his fingers brushing between her legs, smearing his cum against her inner thigh.

“You’re leaving again?” She asked, rolling onto her back, looking up at him.

He smiled, reaching out and squeezing her tiny tits, his fingers teasing her nipples, his cum-coated fingers smearing across her pale skin.

“I have a lot to take care of,” he said, his gaze fixed on her body. “But I heard you had a good night last night without me.”

“It was, until I drank so much wine,” she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I barely remember anything.”

“I’m sure.” Andrew smirked. “Listen Lila, I know the first few days have made it seem like you’re just here for sex, and to be fair, that is one of the main reasons you’re here. But when I said I wanted a companion, I meant it. I want a girl to talk to, a girl who can make me laugh, a girl who will keep me company.”

“Okay,” she said, sitting up, her breasts sitting perfectly on her chest. “It just feels like we’ve barely had a chance to spend time together without a part of your body being inside mine.”

“I know.” He sighed, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb stroking her soft skin. “But trust me, Lila, there is so much more to our relationship than just sex. We just haven’t had the time to explore it yet.”

“Okay,” she nodded, feeling a little more reassured. “So, what should I do today?”

“Explore,” he said, his smile widening. “Get to know the house, get to know the staff, enjoy yourself. I know you’ve only seen a fraction of the property so far, but there’s so much more for you to discover.”

“I’ll try,” she said, her smile matching his.

“Clara can help you with whatever you need. Just let her know.” He leaned forward, kissing her forehead, the sweet gesture surprising her. “I’ll see you tonight.”

With that, he let out a slow breath as he pushed himself up from the bed. The warmth of her skin lingered against his fingertips as he brushed them over her thigh one last time before standing. He reached for his discarded clothes, button by button, he fastened his shirt, smoothing the fabric over his chest before reaching for his belt. The soft rustle of clothing filled the room, a quiet contrast to the heavy breaths that had filled it moments ago. He adjusted his tie, rolling his shoulders, making himself presentable once more.

Lila lay still, her body sprawled across the mattress, her breathing slow and steady. The heat of him had faded, but the evidence of their time together still leaked from between her thighs, his thick seed glistening on her smooth skin.

Dressed once more, he glanced down at her, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Without another word, he turned and made his way toward the door. With a quiet click, it closing behind him, leaving her alone, with nothing but the memory of his touch, and the promise of more to come.

Lila barely had time to react, before the bedroom door opened again, Clara entering the room.

“Good morning, Miss,” she said, her voice as cheery as ever. “Mr. Barrington asked me to come clean you up.”

Clara looked at the state of Lila, her naked body exposed, her small tits glistening with Andrew’s cum, his seed dripping from her used pussy.

“I’ll draw you a bath, Miss,” she added, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Thanks, Clara,” Lila replied, still a little dazed.

Clara smiled, before disappearing into the bathroom. Moments later, the sound of running water echoed through the room.

Lila didn’t move, didn’t bother to cover herself. She let her body relax, her limbs heavy with sleep and satisfaction. She could hear Clara moving around, the faint hum of the taps, the gentle splash of water against porcelain.

Suddenly, a knock on the door echoed through the room.

Clara walked out of the bathroom, drying her hands with a towel.

“Miss Lila, do you mind if Hana and Amara see you in your current state?” she asked, gesturing to her cum covered body.

“Not really.” Lila shrugged, looking over at her. “They’ll see it all eventually anyway, right?”

“All? No. I figured since you were so comfortable with them last night, it would be useful to allow them, and them alone, to help me in your day to day needs. This would include seeing you in a compromising position such as this. If it makes you uncomfortable, I will not allow them in the room and shall simply clean you myself. But no, I don’t expect anyone in this house will see you unless you want them to. Mr. Barrington has very strict rules.”

“Last night?” Lila questioned, still trying to remember the events from the previous evening.

“Yes, Miss,” Clara chuckled, shaking her head. “Hana and Amara took you upstairs last night after dinner. You asked them to strip you down, which they did. Then you asked them to help you pee, as well as allowing Hana to rub your clit while you relieved yourself.”

Lila blushed, remembering now, but still feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Oh god.” She sighed, burying her face in her hands.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, Miss,” Clara assured her. “We’ve all had nights where the wine flows a little too freely.”

“It was my first time drinking,” she admitted, peeking out from behind her fingers.

“I could tell, Miss,” Clara laughed. “You were a very happy, very chatty drunk. But also quite horny.”

“Great.” She groaned, shaking her head. “Yeah, I guess it’s fine if they come in and see me like this. Hana and Amara right? The two cute maids who brought me dinner last night?”

“That’s correct, Miss.” Clara smiled.

“Okay, that’s fine,” she said, trying not to blush too hard. “I don’t really remember what happened, but it sounds like they already saw me naked, and ... um, peeing. So, why not.”

Clara chuckled, walking over to the door and opening it.

“Hana, Amara, Miss Lila is formally allowing you to assist me in her personal care,” she said, stepping aside to allow the two young maids entrance. “I’ve informed her that only us three will see her in any sort of indecent state.”

Hana and Amara entered the room, walking over to the bed, their eyes locked on Lila’s cum covered body.

“Looks like that pretty pussy of yours is filled to the brim,” Amara smirked, eyeing the trail of seed leaking from her.

“Pretty pussy ... Oh right, you did say that last night,” Lila chuckled. “Well, thank you for your help. And I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“No, not at all, Miss,” Hana replied, smiling sweetly. “I was more than happy to help.”

“Enough chatter, girls,” Clara said, clapping her hands together. “Please get Miss Lila cleaned up.”

Lila couldn’t help but notice the way their eyes lingered on her body, their gaze raking over her curves. But the two young maids kept their professionalism, focusing on the task at hand. They helped her to her feet, guiding her into the bathroom, where a large tub sat waiting. The steam rising from the surface, the smell of lavender and rose drifting through the air.

“Here you are, Miss,” Clara said, gesturing to the tub. “Hop in and Amara and Hana will get you nice and clean. I shall be back shortly”

Lila nodded, climbing into the tub, looking up to see that Clara had already left. The hot water caressed her skin, each layer of warmth seeping into her tired muscles. She leaned back, letting out a contented sigh as she rested her head against the porcelain rim. The world around her fell away, replaced by the gentle hiss of steam rising from the bath.

The water rippled as two hands slipped beneath the surface, gliding over Lila’s shoulders before finding their way to her breasts.

“Let’s wash these little tits of yours,” Amara said softly.

Amara was crouched behind the tub, leaning in close as her arms wrapped around Lila’s shoulders. Her hands, gliding over Lila’s breasts in slow, deliberate motions, kneaded gently, her fingers pressing into the supple flesh. She traced slow, circling strokes over the curves, her thumbs brushing over Lila’s nipples before rolling them between her fingers. The heat of the bathwater mixed with the warmth of Amara’s touch, her palms molding and lifting as if memorizing the shape of Lila’s small tits. She squeezed just enough to make Lila’s breath hitch, then softened her touch. She dragged her fingers along the undersides of her breasts, letting them linger in the crease between her torso and the sensitive mounds before continuing up and over her nipples again.

As Amara leaned in further, her full breasts pressed firmly against the back of Lila’s head, their soft weight cradling her. Lila let out a slow breath and eased into the warmth, her body sinking deeper into relaxation. The steady rise and fall of Amara’s chest behind her was soothing, each breath a quiet reminder of her presence, wrapping Lila in a cocoon of comfort.

Lila then felt another hand on her leg, pushing her knees apart. She looked down, Hana kneeling beside the tub, her arm submerged in the water.

Hana’s slender fingers moved along Lila’s thigh and soon her fingertips found Lila’s thin slit. Hana began to stroke slowly, her touch light, drawing small circles around Lila’s vagina. Lila moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed, as Amara continued to massage her breasts.

Hana’s finger pushed inside and worked slowly, probing and rubbing against the inner walls to ease out any lingering traces of Andrew’s cum. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her palm pressed firmly against Lila’s mound, her fingertips exploring every inch. She could feel the soft suction of water around Hana’s fingers as they curled inside, gathering every drop of evidence that remained.

As Amara’s fingers circled her nipples, pinching and teasing them, Hana’s slid up to Lila’s clit, rubbing and stroking the tiny bundle of nerves, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

“Are you supposed to make me cum?” Lila whispered, her eyes still closed.

“We’re just here to get you clean, Miss,” Amara purred, her hands cupping Lila’s breasts. “But if you do happen to cum, that’s your business.”

“It’s okay, Miss,” Hana murmured, her fingertips tracing patterns around Lila’s sensitive clit. “You’re supposed to enjoy your bath.”

Lila’s chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. She kept her eyes closed, but every nerve in her body was alive with sensation. The warmth of the bath clung to her skin, and the hushed sound of water sloshing gently against the porcelain only heightened her awareness of Hana’s lingering touch. Amara’s hands continued kneading her breasts, rolling and teasing her nipples, building a slow, heady tension that pulsed through Lila’s core.

A breathless moan escaped Lila’s lips as Hana circled her clit with precise, deliberate strokes. Each sweep of Hana’s fingers sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her, making her toes curl under the water. She felt the press of Amara’s full chest against the back of her head, a reassuring presence that steadied her even as her body began to shake.

Her thoughts swirled in a hazy mix of embarrassment and excitement. It was all so unexpected, this intimate, luxurious attention from the two maids. But all that mattered was the warm press of skin, the steady rhythm of gentle hands working in tandem to ease every last bit of tension away.

A small gasp caught in Lila’s throat when Hana changed her angle, applying a delicate pressure just beneath Lila’s clit. The slight shift sent a jolt of pleasure racing upward, making Lila’s head tip back against Amara’s breasts. Her mouth hung open, her eyes squeezing shut as Hana increased the speed and intensity of her movements. With each pass over that sensitive bundle of nerves, Lila’s quiet moans turned into soft whimpers of need. She instinctively arched her back, chest tilting upward out the water, Amara’s hands never leaving her breasts.

A wave of euphoria gathered in Lila’s center, tension coiling tighter with every motion. She couldn’t hold back the trembling that overtook her limbs or the ragged breaths that filled her chest. The world narrowed to this one point of contact: Hana’s steady fingers sliding against her clit, Amara’s soothing palms kneading her breasts. The sensations blended into a symphony of pleasure, overwhelming her senses and carrying her away on a current of bliss.

Then, at last, the tension reached its peak and broke, sending a powerful surge of ecstasy through her body. Lila’s lips parted in a silent cry as her climax rippled outward, her muscles contracting, her back arching. Every nerve tingled with release, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow. She surrendered herself to the rush, letting the waves wash over her and carry her away.

As her climax subsided, Lila sank back into the warmth of the water, her body melting into the bath. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze fixed on the ceiling above. A lazy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She drew in a deep, satisfied breath, and released it slowly, savoring the lingering afterglow.

Hana withdrew her hand slowly, giving Lila a final, tender caress that seemed more soothing than stimulating. A flushed warmth spread across Lila’s cheeks, though she felt no shame—only a serene sense of gratitude. She settled back fully against Amara’s chest, letting her eyelids drift shut once more.

Amara’s hands moved away from Lila’s breasts and she placed a comforting hand atop Lila’s head, brushing damp strands of hair away from her forehead.

“Feeling better?” she asked, her voice low and calm.

Lila managed a small nod, her lips curved in a soft, contented smile. She took another deep breath, letting the steam fill her lungs, then exhaled it slowly.

Hana stood, the bathwater trickling from her arm as she dried her hand on a nearby towel.

“We’ll give you a few more minutes to soak,” she said, her voice quiet. “Then we can help you wash your hair.”

“Thank you, girls,” Lila said, her eyes still closed.

Amara chuckled, giving Lila’s hair a playful tug.

“We’re happy to help, Miss,” Amara said, standing and stretching her arms above her head.

“Let’s give her some privacy,” Hana said, smiling down at her.

The two maids made their way out of the bathroom, leaving Lila alone to enjoy the last few minutes of her bath.

Alone once more, Lila sank deeper into the water, her muscles relaxing. The warm bath soothed her sore muscles, the steam easing her aching joints. Her headache had vanished, replaced by a pleasant buzz, the feeling of her orgasm lingering, her pussy still tingling.

She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but eventually, the two girls returned and began washing her hair, their fingers massaging her scalp, the floral scent of shampoo filling the air. There was no more touching, no more stimulation, just their gentle, careful hands taking care of her, and a sense of contentment and comfort.

Once Lila was clean and fully relaxed, Amara and Hana helped her out of the tub. The warm air hit her damp skin, but before she could feel cold, they wrapped her in a thick, heated towel. Amara pulled it snug around her shoulders while Hana crouched down, patting her legs dry with slow, careful movements. The towel was soft against her skin, soaking up the last of the water as they worked their way over her body.

When Lila was dry, Hana took the towel away, leaving her to look at her own naked reflection. She was glowing, her cheeks rosy, her body radiant. She couldn’t help but admire herself, her slim frame, her small, perky tits, her smooth, pale skin.

Lila looked past herself and saw Amara stood behind her as she started working a brush through Lila’s damp hair. Each stroke was slow and steady, untangling the strands and smoothing them until they fell in neat, straight lines.

As Amara worked the brush through Lila’s damp hair, Hana grabbed a tube of scented moisturizer and squeezed some into her hands, warming it between her palms. She started at Lila’s shoulders, smoothing the cream over her skin. Her hands moved lower, gliding over Lila’s arms, rubbing the cream deep into her skin. With every pass, she applied just the right amount of pressure, massaging the moisturizer in, making sure every inch of exposed skin was soft and hydrated.

Then Hana’s hands curved from her arms, to her chest, cupping Lila’s small breasts, her fingers pressing into the supple flesh. Lila let out a slow, steady breath as Hana’s palms moved in slow circles, working the cream deep into her skin. Her thumbs brushed over Lila’s nipples, rubbing until they stiffened under her touch. She squeezed, lifting Lila’s breasts slightly before letting them settle back into place.

Lila’s breath hitched as Hana took her time, making sure every inch of her chest was moisturized. Her hands moved in long, slow strokes, her palms gliding over the curves, fingers pressing and molding the soft flesh before moving on.

Once Hana was satisfied, she let her hands slide down Lila’s stomach, smoothing the moisturizer over her belly before trailing lower. She kneaded the cream into Lila’s hips, then shifted behind her, running her palms over the curve of her ass. She spread the moisturizer evenly, her fingers pressing in deep, kneading the firm flesh, then gave her a firm smack, making her jump.

“Sorry, Miss,” Hana giggled. “I couldn’t resist.”

Lila giggled too, shaking her head.

“That’s okay, I didn’t mind,” she said, glancing over her shoulder and giving Hana a smile.

As Amara continued brushing Lila’s hair, Hana walked back around to face her. She crouched down again, adding more moisturizer to her palms. Beginning at Lila’s thighs, she used firm, even strokes to work the cream into her skin, starting near her knees and moving upward in slow, deliberate circles. Her touch was patient, making sure every inch of Lila’s legs was soft and nourished.

As she reached the tops of Lila’s thighs, Hana shifted closer, her hands sliding up higher. She smoothed the moisturizer over Lila’s smooth pubic mound, then paused. She looked up at Lila, her expression thoughtful.

“Two questions, Miss,” she said, her fingers lightly brushing the sensitive skin.

“Yes, Hana?” Lila asked, looking down at her.

“How was your pubic hair removed? Nano-Dissolution Cream or Plasma Follicle Destruction?”