Jax leaned back against the smooth porcelain of the tub, the hot water lapping at his chest as he watched the two women with a satisfied, predatory gaze. He had tended to them, washed them, and brought them to a state of relaxed bliss. Now, it was their turn to serve him.
"Your turn," he said, his voice a low, commanding rumble that vibrated through the steamy air, "Wash me, "
A shared look of eager devotion passed between Natasha and Alexi. This was not a chore but a privilege, another intimate act of service to their master. They moved in perfect sync, their bodies slick with water and oil, their hands reaching for him simultaneously.
Natasha took the lead, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief as she retrieved the scented soap and a soft washcloth.
She worked up a rich, fragrant lather, her movements slow and deliberate. Alexi positioned herself on Jax's other side, her fiery red hair a stark, beautiful contrast against his tanned skin and the dark water.
