Analisa sat in the tub, water barely covering the curve of her hips. Her body ached from the night before—thighs sore, pussy raw, nipples swollen and shiny with remnants of last night. Every mark, every bruise, every wet streak reminded her of what had happened.

Cassian knelt at the side of the tub, cleaning her body. His hands ran over her skin, washing her breasts with methodical strokes. There was no heat in his eyes, no spark—just deliberate, almost clinical motion, like he was tending to a body, not exploring it.

Analisa’s frustration flared. She had wanted him to lose control, to tease her until she had to beg, letting her pride burn a little as she gave in. But he stayed calm, restrained. Her pride wouldn’t let her ask outright, but she had hoped to be provoked into it.

Not him—she was the Superior Mother. Powerful men had trembled before her, fought, even died to touch her. She had never asked anyone for anything like this.

Now she was desperate, craving it in secret, while pretending composure. All she wanted was a hint of indulgence, just enough to ignite that fire, and nothing more.

Cassian’s fingers brushed over her folds as he cleaned between her thighs. Her heart thumped. ’Is he going to...? Do it...?’

Analisa froze for a moment, her mind spinning as Cassian’s finger hovered near her folds. She could feel her body tensing, nipples hard against the cool water, stomach tightening, ’I shouldn’t want it...’

But then, as he looked up, calm. "My liege... may I clean it from the inside as well?"

Her thoughts snapped back to last night—how she had given herself completely, how she hadn’t cared about shame or control. She hadn’t resisted, hadn’t hesitated. And she hadn’t minded being looked at, used, humiliated even, ’why not?’

Excitement surged, but she forced herself to stay quiet, controlled. "You may," she whispered.

Cassian couldn’t help but smirk inwardly. She looked like a child who’d just been given another piece of candy—already clutching one in her hand—desperately trying to hide her eagerness.

Cassian didn’t start by plunging his finger inside. He rubbed over her bush first, letting the cold water wash the outside while slipping just a tiny bit inside. The sensation against her still-sensitive core made her clench the bathtub instinctively, but she forced herself to stay silent, afraid he might stop if she made a sound.

The moment he pressed in, sliding his finger fully inside her, she bit her lip and gripped the edge of the tub. This wasn’t cleaning—at least, not the way she expected. Every movement was deliberate, skilled, driving her straight into a heat she wasn’t ready to admit she craved. She clenched harder, struggling to keep her thighs apart, resisting the wave of sensation despite the few seconds that had passed since he began. She refused to give in so quickly.

’He’s actually doing it,’ she thought, her body trembling. Her hand gripped the side of the tub, water sloshing with every movement. She tightened her stomach, trying to maintain control, but it was useless. The slow, deliberate thrust of his finger made her core pulse, hips jerking against him almost involuntarily.

Cassian increased the speed, curling and dragging his fingers inside her. Analisa let out a sharp gasp, a quick inhale caught between frustration and the intense pull of pleasure. Water splashed around her as her hips jerked again, betraying just how much she was responding.

She tried not to move too much, terrified he would stop at any second. ’But he’s going too fast...’ she thought, unable to contain herself. Her body had been in overdrive all night, every nerve still so hypersensitive that even the cold water from earlier had nearly pushed her over the edge as she sat in the tub.

Even though she tried not to show it, her body refused to obey. Her core clenched tightly around Cassian’s finger, betraying her desire. He, too, was aroused, though far better at hiding it and holding back than she ever could.

In less than a minute, she was already teetering on the edge of orgasm, her body trembling with need. Cassian sensed it and knew it was time to stop. Pulling his finger out, he said smoothly, "My liege... it’s all cleaned up now."

And he was right. Her body was screaming for release, her frustration and barely contained desire written across her almost-teary eyes, sharp and furious. "It’s not..." she hissed, glaring at him as if she could kill him with her stare. "It needs... more cleaning..."

Cassian let out a low, inward chuckle. She thought she was using his own words against him, but he had no intention of giving in. "Well then... how about my liege comes out, and I thoroughly..." His small smile widened into a confident, almost predatory grin. "...clean that slutty pussy with my dick."

The sudden shift in his tone startled her—but at the same time, it stirred something deeper within her. This was the Cassian she craved: bold, commanding, impossible to resist. Yet she refused to give in so easily."Who do you think you are... to want me like that?" she snapped, struggling to maintain her composure. "Last night I allowed it because I wanted to see what Brigid feels. Now shut up and clean it—when I’m being merciful by only making you use your hands, not your tongue."

But her words didn’t faze him. Not when she was this exposed, her heavy breaths and hard nipples betraying her arousal. Her legs spread wide in anticipation, and Cassian smirked. "What did you just say?" His voice dropped cold. He grabbed her wet hair, jerking her head up so she had no choice but to meet his piercing gaze.

’Why? Why am I this excited?’ she asked herself, her pulse racing. Cassian’s furious glare only made her wetter.

"Make me lick you? You fucking bitch," he snarled. "If it wasn’t for that little brat being your granddaughter, and me stuck under her control, I wouldn’t have even touched that filthy cunt of yours—let alone fucked you all night."

’I don’t care about the insults... as long as he fucks me,’ Brigid admitted inwardly, fighting to keep her expression stern instead of grinning like a whore begging for it. Her thighs squeezed together, but the twitching between them betrayed her. She couldn’t hide it anymore.

Cassian’s voice cut through her thoughts like a whip. "I was even kind enough to wash that obscene pussy of yours. But no—you just had to look like you were about to cum again, you slutty hag. So I offered to fuck you, and you had the nerve to threaten me with licking it."

He yanked her out of the tub with rough strength. Cassian wasn’t the kind of man who treated women harshly... but the way she reacted to it made him harder than he wanted to admit.

He liked the fire in her gaze—the way she looked angry while enjoying it. He wanted to keep it that way.

"Fuck off! Let go of my hair! I’ll turn you into a fucking worm... let go of me!" she spat as he dragged her out of the tub and made her sit in the middle of the bathroom, her face level with his semi-hard penis.

"Suck it," he ordered, his tone firm.

Analisa’s excitement surged—this was exactly what she had wanted all along. A penis right in front of her, still throbbing, and she didn’t care if he cursed at her. She kept up her act, glaring at him with fake anger as he pressed her face to it and rubbed her cheeks along his length. She weakly tried to push him away, careful not to resist too much—afraid he might get irritated and stop altogether.

"Why don’t you want to suck a dick?" he barked. "That you came over and over last night... even pissed on it..."

Well, he had pushed her to this point. She hadn’t wanted to, but her mouth watered uncontrollably as she stared at the most tempting thing in front of her. Finally, she decided she had enough of pretending. "Fine... I’ll do it. But first, let go of my hair," she said, her voice sharp.

Cassian smirked and released her hair, though his hands stayed on her head, holding her in place. She reached for his semi-hard length, noting how heavy it felt in her hand. Even though it looked lumpy and long, almost like a dead snake, and smelled slightly foul, it made her pulse quicken. Hunger stirred in her as she leaned closer, taking the tip into her mouth. She sucked him in, wrapping her lips around him, not caring how obscene it looked, though she kept her eyes fixed in an angry glare.