Chapter 230

“This is—this is an outrage,” Malice sputtered. “Look what you’ve done to my hair!”

Indeed, Malice’s wild, voluminous waist-length hair had been matted down by the spray of water. It was quite the sight.

“Oh, stop crying, it’ll dry out fine,” Natalie said, stifling her amusement. “Plus, I’ll be introducing you to the wonders of modern shampoo and conditioner. I mean, your hair is gorgeous without it—I don’t know how you manage that,” she muttered, “But it’ll be even softer, silkier, and thicker when I’m done with you. Plus you’ll be clean.”

The words didn’t come as any sort of reassurance to Malice, who was holding heavy water-laden strands of glossy black hair in her hands. She looked up at Natalie with a distraught expression.

Natalie bit her lip to stop from laughing. The woman had a commanding presence with her wild hair splayed out as it normally was—but here, wet, naked, and outraged in the shower, any so-called ‘presence’ of hers had completely evaporated.

“Don’t laugh at me!”

Natalie laughed at her, but made it up to the wolfgirl by pulling her in for a kiss. Malice couldn’t hold onto her anger for long; she melted into Natalie.

Like she said. Way too easy.

Pulling back, she chuckled into Malice’s lips. “C’mon. It’ll be over soon. You can’t go walking around drenched in blood.”

“Why not?”

“Because we live in a civilized society.”

“You live in a civilized society.”

“And in turn, so do you. Don’t be difficult.” Natalie grabbed the soap bar from the receptacle. “Look. You lather it up in your hands, then spread it across your body.”

Demonstrating, Natalie ran her soapy hands across Malice’s stomach. Then, without intending to, quickly got lost in the process, sliding her hands up to cup both of Malice’s breasts. She spent a wholly inappropriate amount of time ‘cleaning’ the wolfgirl’s chest—ending with a teasing tug on one of her nipples, making Malice suck in a gasp of air.

“Actually, I think I’ll do it for you,” Natalie murmured, grabbing the soap bar again.

She ran the bar of soap over Malice’s body, taking her time to thoroughly lather up the wolfgirl’s gray skin. Her hands moved, indulgently caressing the toned curves and valleys of Malice’s figure. The steam from the hot shower swirled around them as she worked, Natalie growing more and more transfixed by the sight of Malice’s hard nipples, the water droplets running down the slopes of her breasts. She worked the lather across Malice’s flat stomach, then her sides, her arms, fingers trailing over the defined muscle there. Lower, she took her time soaping up the juncture between Malice’s thighs, teasingly avoiding the wolfgirl’s slit, before moving to her legs.

Throughout it, Malice stayed obediently still, though her heavy breathing betrayed her arousal. Her soaked water-laden tail swished back and forth, flicking water into the shower curtain and generally everywhere—which Natalie had already given up on trying to control. The motion drew Natalie’s attention to the curves of her backside, and she reached around and gave Malice’s ass a squeeze before starting to lather her up there as well. She made sure to get Malice properly clean—half because she had been filthy, and half because it was way too much fun, toying with her puppy.

Stepping back, Natalie admired her handiwork.

“Spin for me,” she commanded.

Malice complied, turning in a slow circle so Natalie could drink in the sight of her glistening, soapy form from every angle.

A sudden rush of possessiveness thrilled through Natalie. She owned that. By the terms of Malice’s own submission, Malice was hers. To command. To use as she pleased. Not that Natalie would ever abuse the contract they’d made ... but still. It was a heady concept to come to terms with.