37. Vampires are crazy.

"You've been requested to be the prince's bather today." Martha said to Winifred who stared at her in confusion.

She had been doing the slave thing for three days now, she avoided Arthur as much as she could and she had yet to be trained as Florence had said at first, which was still her fault too. She bombarded her with so much chores and duties, both for the prince, for other royalties and even for Florence herself. She was having way too much fun getting her way and Winifred was simply allowing her.

"Bather? I've heard you people say it a few times but I still don't understand what it means at all." Winifred let out.

"Florence really needs to get you started on your training instead of just using your like this. Bathers are servants or slaves who bath people, so connect the remaining dots." Martha explained, leaving Winifred to continue spreading the clothes they had both rinsed..

Winifred was even more confused, "Why would anyone need a bather when they are not corpses?"

"Well, they are royalties and they deserve to relax and not trouble themselves with washing by themselves. It actually never happens with Prince Arthur, like never. I can't remember the last time he asked for a bather since I started to serve him. If it were the king and the crown prince, then it would be normal since they use bathers almost everyday." Martha explained, while still spreading more fabrics.

"Its ridiculous, why would anyone want another person to touch them that intimately? Bather? This place always find a way to amuse me even more! It's so preposterous." Winifred said.

Martha rolled her eyes, for the past days since she had known Winifred, she had noticed that she loved to talk like she wasn't a prt of this world at all, like she came from the future or something. "We'll chat about this later, Winnie, stop keeping the prince waiting. Such actions from slaves has consequences so run along now." She chided, pushing her a bit.

Winifred scoffed and proceeded to the prince's quarters. When she got there, the prince was lying on his bed and he acted like he didnt notice her presence nor greetings at first. She on the other hand remained standing at the entrance, not knowing where to go or what to do. After a while, he looked up, "Yes? Shouldn't you just proceed to the bathroom and prepare the bathtub?" He snapped.

Winifred immediately took to action and got into the bathroom, the bathtub was round shaped with two steps down to it,  it was also decorated with white paint. She was not new to it though since she herself had been in there a few days ago. She knew how deep the bathtub was, it was about three feet at its deepest. She saw some litted scented candles around the bathroom and scoffed. There was also some roses on the sink at the end of the bathroom, she proceeded to run the water and afterwards made bubbles then poured the roses on top of it.

Arthur arrived shortly and removed his simple white robe causing Winifred to quickly avert her eyes. He smirked at this and stepped into the warm water. He sighed with contentment and took a seat at the bottom of the bath as the water enveloped him. She remained standing, lookinf at everywhere but at him..

He placed his arms along the edges of the small pool and enjoyed the quiet moment. “What am supposed to do or am I to just keep watching you?” Winifred asked softly.

“Exactly what you are supposed to do here, Sugar. Bath me, that is all.” He said, settling back.

Winifred again rolled her eyes and then walked to him, she stepped into the warmth of the water and secretly loved how the the water moved around her. She picked up the sponge at the desk of the bathtub right and dipped it into the water. Then, she swallowed lightly and moved closer to him. She moved to the side of him, kept her eyes above the water, and looked around the room.

She couldn't help but think that what she was about to do didn't make any sense at all no matter how much its explained. She however took note of his body as she started started move the sponge around him, his back was broad and he had arms that look like it was sculpted by the best sculptor in the universe. She moved the sponge along his broad back, arms and neck. He kept his arms along the rim of the pool as she performed her work. She moved to his chest and saw his brown nipples. She moved the sponge across his chest, blushing as she did.

Arthur watched her face so intently as she touched his body and saw her blush pink. She pulled her hair back and leaned across to sponge the front of his arms, forearms, wrists and hands. She looked up at him expectantly and said, "I think I'm done?” in a questioning tone rather than statement.

“You're to wash all of me, sugar, do you think you've done that already?” He responded. Winifred blushed again at the pet name and knew he knew she secretly liked it. She almost mentally smacked herself for blushing so much and going against what she wanted.

She proceeded to wash his strong muscled legs and feet submerged under the water, all the while looking away from him.

He watched her eyes dart around, trying not to look at him, and he smirked again. The tips of her long golden hair had fallen into the water as she bent over to sponge his legs and feet. He picked a lock of her blonde hair and brought it to his nose. It smelled of lavender.

“Stop it” she interrupted him calmly and tried to straighten up. She didn’t want to be alone with him. She felt weak and anxious. She was touching him in places she should not and knew that he relished every moment. "Its done, I should go now." She rushed out attempting to step out of the bath tub already.

“I’m not fully bathed yet, sugar." He said, his eyes tinkling with tease.

“Yes, you are." She argued.

“Oh, are you planning on using your mouth to finish the last part of me? That one that we both know about?” he asked softly. She blushed deeply and her emerald green eyes met his brown ones.

“That's not my job at all, your fiancé should do that or say the slaves you sleep with.” she countered again. She tried so hard not to look at his large cock underneath the water.

“I want it to be you, you and no one else. It just has to be you, sugar.” he spoke lowly and then grabbed her towards himself. She tried to escape his grasp but didn't succeed as hid hold was stronger than her strength was.

As she looked closer at him, she noted how his face was so handsome, sculptured and beautiful, with cutting cheekbones and his facial hair seemed more suited for a model or musician than a prince “Please, stop it." she breathed out.

It suddenly occurred to him that she never really called him anything. She never spoke to him. She had never called him prince Arthur, my prince or master and certainly never Arthur, because no slave did. No servant or any one of lower rank would dare to. He suddenly wanted desperately to hear his name on her little parted lips. He ached to hear her call his name, just as she would one day in the midst of her orgasm when his cock filled her tight pussy. “I will let you go as you wish, if and only if you grant me a request.” he told her.

Winifred shuddered, wondering what he would ask of her. “And what would that be?” she questioned.

“Say my name.” He said. His heartbeat felt heavy.

“I’m sorry? No one calls you by your name, why should I?” she asked, not understanding him.

“Because I said so, because I would like to hear it on your lips, and by my name, I mean my real name without any titles."

“Y-your name?” she stuttered.

“Yes. My name on your lips. That’s all I require." He replied. He remained in the water, but his cock had grown and hardened. He wanted her. He ached to break part her petals and watch as she turned dusky pink from their lovemaking. He released her wrists from under the water and she suddenly turned away from him. As she turned away from him, he reached under the water and stroked his cock. Oh, what a mistake! It hardened and lengthened, readying itself for the pussy it wanted. He wanted no other woman than the one who stood before him. Her hair cascaded down her back and he wanted to tie it around his fist and bend her over the bath’s walls and pound into her. She would cry and beg him for more… he knew she would.

“Do you wish me to say anything else? Or just your name?” She watched his eyes as he watched her.

“Only my name. And look at me when you say it,” he added. Their eyes locked again and she tore hers away. Winifred cringed at the intimacy of it all and forced herself to look at his face. “Uh, Arthur?,” she spoke lowly. At the last syllable, she quickly looked away from him, she was suffering so much embarrassment.

“I can barely hear you, you have to speak louder so I can hear.” he said. His voice was low and warm. She had stepped away from him when he had released her hands, but he wanted her closer. She stepped directly in front of him, so close she could run her fingers over his chest. He reached out and took the sponge from her. “Again,” he said.

“Arthur,” she repeated. Her lips puckered as she spoke his name and he couldn’t stop his desire.

“Once more,” he commanded. He watched her lips pucker as she breathed out. “Arthur,” she said again.

Unable to take the sensation, his mouth descended upon hers and devoured her lips. His tongue delved into her mouth, as he had dreamed about so many times. He pulled her hips to him and she was nestled between his legs. His hands moved to touch her face and his tongue delicately opened her mouth. His fingers threaded into her golden hair as his lips took hers. He would not stop.

“Stop it, Arthur!” she exclaimed and backed away from him suddenly, holding her hand before her mouth. "You can't keep treating me this way, I'm not your sex slave anymore!" She exclaimed.

"I... I'm sorry, sugar." He apologized before he could stop himself. He had never apologized to a woman before until Winifred. And now he had done it thrice to her within the short span he'd met her.

"You don't ask me to do things I don't want to do and then apologize, thinking it nullifies what you did. You treat me like trash and I'm tired. Just let me be, will you?" She snapped, angry at both herself and the man in front of her but mostly at herself for loving all of these things he's doing to her. She hated her self so much and didn't think her fiesty self would ever get this weak.

"I don't treat you like trash, Winifred, not at all. Ask around," Arthur countered.

"Oh yes, you do. I'm sure other slaves have it better." She replied adamantly.

Arthur laughed, "Oh, I'll show you."