Chapter 131 (Fixed)
"Take your clothes off."
Ray blinked at her. "Here? In here?"
Milady didn’t even sit back down. She just pointed at him like the sofa was already dismissed.
"Nope. Bathroom."
That threw him more than the offer. Living room was one kind of insane. Bathroom made it feel planned.
"You’re serious."
"Strip." Her eyes didn’t leave him. "I’m watching."
Ray clicked his tongue and started with his jacket. Then the shirt. Then the rest of it, slower than he wanted because she was just standing there, arms loose, staring like he was a thing being inspected. That psychopath look. Not shy. Not flustered. Interested.
When he was naked, she jerked her chin toward the hall.
"Go."
The bathroom was bigger than it had any right to be. Wide tile, clean light, enough space that the echo made his own breathing sound too loud. Ray stood in the middle of it and felt the curiosity climb. Footjob was already a weird card. Now it had a room, a door, and a whole setup energy. He kept wondering how she was going to play it. Chair? Floor? That mean little smile and nothing else?
The door opened.
Milady came in carrying a small chair in one hand. And she was naked too.
No towel. No half-measure. Just her, calm as hell, like walking in bare was the normal part of the plan. Ray’s cock jumped on sight, stupid and honest. The air in the room changed. His mouth went dry.
She set the chair down, looked at how hard he’d gotten, and almost smiled.
"Sit."
Milady reached past him and twisted the shower on.
Cold hit first. Ray hissed through his teeth as the water slapped across his stomach and ran straight down his cock. Then it warmed, not gentle, just sudden, turning the whole thing wet and glossy under the bathroom light. Steam started lifting off the tile. The sound of the spray filled the room and made everything feel closer than it was.
She sat down in front of him. Naked. Close enough that her knees almost touched his. The little chair put her lower, which she clearly liked. From there she could look up at his face and still own the space between his legs.
Liquid soap hit his cock in a thick line. Warm. Slippery. She squeezed more onto her feet without asking, then dragged one sole up the underside of him just to spread it. Ray’s thighs tensed.
𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"Don’t make it cute," Milady said. "You’re already leaking."
Her feet started moving.
Not clumsy. Not shy. She trapped him between both soles and worked him slow, soap turning the friction filthy and smooth. The shower kept raining on his cock, washing some of the soap down, forcing her to add more, making every stroke wetter than the last. Water ran off her calves, over her ankles, down her own thighs. The spray caught the lower half of her body and left her glistening from the stomach down, skin shining every time she shifted.
She laughed under her breath. Small. Mean. Like his twitch was the joke.
Ray gripped the edge of whatever he was sitting on and tried not to look as wrecked as he felt. Her arches were tighter than he expected. She squeezed, slid, twisted just enough to drag a sound out of him. When he jerked, she pressed harder.
"There it is." Her eyes stayed on his face. "That little worm likes being handled."
The bathroom got wild fast. Water bouncing off tile. Soap bubbling along his shaft. Her wet feet pumping him in a steady, nasty rhythm. Every now and then she lifted one foot and let the shower hit him fully, a hot stream running down the head, then she closed back in and stroked him like she was polishing something she owned.
Ray’s breathing went ugly. He hated how good it felt. Hated how precise she was. One sole rubbing the head while the other squeezed the base. Then both together, faster, soap squeaking faintly under the water. His hips tried to chase it. She pinned his thigh with her heel and stopped him.
"No. You sit."
She added more soap. Let it drip from her fingers onto his cock, then caught it with her feet and smeared it all the way down to his balls. The shower kept hitting her too, running between her legs, over her hips, making the whole lower half of her look slick and dangerous. She didn’t cover herself. She didn’t act shy about being naked in the spray. She just worked him and watched him fall apart.
Ray swallowed hard. "Fuck..."
"Louder and I’ll stop."
He shut up. Barely.
Milady smiled at that, small and satisfied, then changed the angle. She stacked her feet and stroked him from base to tip in long, wet pulls. The soap made it too easy. Too filthy. Water kept slapping against both of them, turning the motion shiny, loud, shameless. Her toes curled around him once, just to see him jump, then she went back to using her soles like she had all night.
The moment didn’t feel like a joke anymore. It felt like she’d planned the room, the chair, the shower, the soap, all of it. A sadistic little setup with steam on the glass and Ray sitting there naked, cock dripping, pride leaking out of him every time her wet feet dragged another pulse through his stomach.
Milady kept moving. Slow, then faster, then slow again on purpose. She laughed whenever his breath broke. The shower kept pouring over his cock and down her legs, and she didn’t look away once.
The water was louder than Ray’s pride.
It hit his cock in a hot sheet, ran down the shaft, dripped off his balls onto the tile. Soap made every drop feel thicker. The air was wet now, steamy, clinging to his skin. He could smell the cheap floral wash she used and the heat coming off both of them. Every time her sole dragged up him, there was that slick sound, wet skin on wet skin, nasty and clean at the same time.
Milady looked even smaller sitting in front of him. Short. Skinny. All sharp lines and no softness to hide behind. Small tits, tight little handfuls, nipples dark from the warm spray. Her waist was narrow enough that the water ran straight down the middle of her and disappeared between her thighs. No extra weight. Just lean muscle under pale wet skin, collarbones showing, hips small but set like she knew exactly what they were doing in this room.
Sexy in the mean way. The kind that didn’t ask if you liked it.
She squeezed him between both feet and worked him slow. Arch against the underside. Other sole rubbing the head until it twitched. Soap bubbled along the ridge and got washed away by the shower, then she poured more and started over.
Ray’s brain was a mess.
This is insane. I’m sitting naked in a weeb’s bathroom getting a footjob from a girl who kicked me in the shin an hour ago. She’s short as hell. She looks like she weighs nothing. Why does this feel that good?
Milady laughed, quiet and ugly.
"Look at you. Big talk downstairs. Now your cock’s leaking the second my feet touch it." She pressed harder. "That worm’s honest, at least. Your mouth’s the liar."
Ray clenched his jaw. "You’re enjoying this too much."
"Obviously." Her eyes dropped to his cock, then back up, unimpressed on purpose. "It’s tiny work. I don’t even need hands. I could do this while checking my phone."
She didn’t. She watched him instead.
The shower kept hitting the lower half of her body, making her stomach shine, sliding over those small tits, running down her skinny thighs. When she shifted, her wet hair stuck to her neck. Her feet were slick now, warm, precise. She trapped the head between her arches and rubbed in tight circles until Ray’s hips jerked.
He hated the sound he made.
Don’t finish like this. Not from her feet. Not while she’s sitting there looking like a soaked doll with a killer’s face.
Milady noticed the fight in him immediately.
"Aw. Ego’s still standing." She dragged one sole down to his balls and rolled them lazy, almost gentle, which was worse. "Your cock already sat down. It’s twitching like it wants to thank me."
Ray swallowed. Water ran into his mouth when he breathed too hard. His hands were white on the edge of the seat. Every stroke sent heat up his stomach. The soap made it too smooth. No rough edge to hide behind. Just wet pressure, her skinny legs moving, her small chest rising with that little laugh she kept letting out.
She was built like somebody you could pick up. She was acting like she owned the building.
"Short girl. Small tits. Skinny as hell," Ray thought, staring at her. "Why is this wrecking me."
Milady poured another line of soap onto his cock and let it spill over her toes.
"You keep staring at my chest," she said. "There’s not much there. Still looking, though. Pathetic."
"I wasn’t—"
Her feet pumped him faster. Wet slaps under the shower. The sound filled the bathroom. His cock shone, angry and dripping, trapped between her soles like it belonged there.
"You were." She smiled with no kindness. "It’s fine. Look. I like watching a dog realize the skinny one is the one ruining him."
Ray’s head tipped back. Steam on the ceiling. Water on his thighs. That tight pull in his gut getting worse. Her body stayed in his vision even when he tried to look away: short frame, wet skin, small tits bouncing just barely when she put more force into the stroke. Not heavy. Not soft. Sharp and filthy under the shower.
He thought about the plan papers on the table upstairs. The rent. The bunker. The kiss. All of it. None of it helped. Her feet kept sliding, squeezing, twisting at the head until his breath broke again.
Milady leaned in a little, elbows on her knees, still working him.
"Go on," she murmured. "Keep pretending this is just a new experience. Your cock’s already begging. Say it wrong and I’ll stop. Say nothing and I’ll keep using you."
Ray didn’t say anything.
That was the answer, and she knew it. Her smile got thinner. Her feet got meaner. The shower kept pouring over both of them, over his soaked cock and her skinny wet body, and the whole room felt like it had slipped out of the normal world on purpose.