14 Pretty little housewife

|Little Red|

When morning came the next day, I found myself alone in bed. I could have cheered if the collar tied around my neck hadn't been a fresh reminder for my suffering. Today is the start of my forever. Ha! No, this is temporary. I'll find my way out of this. Nothing is ever permanent.

"Get up."

"AH!" My spirit nearly shot out of my body. My heart sped up, punching against my ribcage. I didn't know he was still here. The wolf crouched next to the bed, the leash wrapped in his palm.

"Get up, you have things to do." He tossed a piece of paper onto the bed and I plucked it up.

Stunning handwriting, I could never write this well. I haven't written anything in a while. I can read better than I write.

The top word on the paper, written in capital letters, was CHORES.

Up to ten of those.

"Third warning….." his whisper forced me to hop on to my feet. I remember the last night. He promised to spank me if he had to repeat something three times.

"Good girl. Be a good bitch, and walk yourself to the bathroom. Leave the paper." I didn't even get a chance to read it.

Nodding, I dumped the list of chores on the bed and he released the rope.

I could run. But the ache in my back told me to think ten times before making that mistake again. I doubt he would be merciful if I tried to run off. He might just eat me whole.

The path to the bathroom seemed much shorter, and chills went up my spine. His cave was warm, but I felt cold. I can't bathe him. He was kidding right?

"Fuck he doesn't look like someone who tells jokes." A scowl twists in my face, and I tried to think happy thoughts. How bad can that possibly be?

What do I do? There's a list here too.

Instructions on how to make the bath warm. I followed each one, it made everything easier for me. At the back of the list, he left one more instruction.

Memorize this, you'll be doing it every morning and evening.

"You can't be serious."

"I am."

"Eeep!" He rolled his eyes, pulling out a stool. I slapped a hand over my eyes as he dropped the towel that kept my eyes from seeing….um….

"Get to it."

Gulping, I pried my eye lids up. He's…. He looks better nude. There aren't scars, but more of tribal marks on his thighs. I grabbed the bucket and tried hard not to stare between his legs as I walked closer. Even as he sat he was tall. Grabbing a small bowl, I dipped it into the bucket. Scooping up water, then dumping it over his head.

This is horrible.

Not me giving him a bath, I haven't even done much. What's horrible is how good water makes him look?

I laughed at myself internally. Perhaps I don't want to be free. Why else would I be thinking of my captor as sexy? Why else would the idea of licking droplets of water off him sound so inviting? I'm stronger than my needy body that can't control its reactions.

I won't be Eleana. I will not let myself succumb to desire.

I poured more water on him, watching his long hair with a few braided parts stick to his skin. The sponge felt heavy in my palms. I squirted some soap on it. The sponge touched his shoulders first.

This is a new territory for me, giving a fully grown man- thick in muscles, with the strength capable of killing- a bath. I scrubbed his skin and tried to be thorough. He kept his eyes on me. Dragging them to my chest, I swear my heart jumped at that. Heat flares in his solemn gaze. I washed his chest, my body pressing close to his to make sure I didn't miss a single spot. I washed his back next.

Then I rinsed his body. Sliding till my knees touched the floor.

Time to wash his legs.

Oh dear. I held my breath, afraid of breathing next to his….. personal parts. I washed his toes first, then his calves, thighs….. the closer I got to his male organ, the scarier things got. My hands shook.

"I want everywhere clean. So do it right." His tone sounded gravelly, and short of being completely breathless.

I reached my free hand forward, he parted his thighs and my fingers grazed his dick. I withdrew my hand faster than I could blink. he growled his dislike.

You can do this, red. What no, I mean Adele. You can do this Adele.

Yeah.

My fingers stretched forward, closing over the organ I fears cleaning. How does one even clean this ….. is every man meant to be of this size? And this….. my hand moved on its own. He snatched my wrist, a shiver turned into a stiff feeling in my spine.

"If you touch my knot, then I will fuck you."

That's a threat for the centuries. "Sorry …..uh"

"You can call me Sir, or master."

"I thought I was allowed to call you wolf."

"That privilege has been revoked. Now get to it. I'm hungry, I need to eat."

I bit my lip, he was still holding me by the wrist. My eyes were on his knot? He called it. Definitely not human. There was no mistaking this man. He was a beast in all ways. The knot fascinated me, and I did my best not to touch it with my hand. Well, I only have one hand to do the job. He didn't let go until he was satisfied with my cleaning.

Rinsing him was easy, and relaxing in a way.

I washed his hair without needing to be told. He almost purred on my hands, letting out soft grunts as I massaged his hair and scalp.

Cleaning took a good chunk of our morning. He brushed his teeth by himself, giving me the opportunity to bathe. I was quick with my body. I dried us both. My feet felt like jelly while I stood on the stool because he was too tall for me to dry his upper body without some sort of support.

The wolf walked me to back to his bedroom. He removed the leash, and thankfully he dressed himself. I threw on a pair of shorts, and a long shirt that wasn't made for someone my size.

He handed me the list without saying anything.

1: Prepare breakfast.

2: Clean the bathroom.

3: Clean the living room.

4: Clean all three bedrooms, and the kitchen.

5: Wash the dirty clothes.

6: Have lunch ready before I get home.

7: Read at least two books.

8: Take your meds, then a nap.

9: Prepare dinner.

10: Kneel at the foot of the bed, until you're given permission to sleep.