Janowrimo, Day 4 of 30. Word Count Goal: 1695 Current: 143

She loved the feeling of being cared for when He took a sponge and gently washed her entire body. This happened after the rough thorough scrubbing of her entire body, which was completely humiliating. He sprayed the water directly into her face and other sensitive areas, going so far as to spread her butt cheeks apart to make sure her asshole was clean. That was the worst part. The best part was always when He washed her hair. His fingers digging into her scalp and scratching her head, lathering the shampoo and massaging her at the same time. His scent - yes she could tell Him in the dark just by her nose evn though it was a faint scent, always overwhelmed her at this point, and His lips were always so close to her throat. The mix of fear and desire was intoxicating.