The Grayson Twins (Part Fourteen)

She wiggles her toes playfully as they reach towards him, dripping with water, ready to grip his tiny body between them and continue tormenting him. He scrambles frantically against the smooth, steep slope of the foot of her tub, unable to get any purchase on it whatsoever.

To his surprise, instead of her toes gripping around his waist like before, he feels them emerge from below, boosting him out of the hot water like a volcanic island emerging from the ocean.

She carefully balances him on the back of her foot and lifts him out of the water, not quite high enough for him to reach the top of the tub’s towering porcelain wall. Confused, he stays put on his hands and knees, waiting to see what she’ll do next.

She watches him for a moment, smiling with delight at his visible fear and confusion. She makes him wait for her next move, watching him pant on the back of her foot, on all fours.

After a while, she grabs her phone and casually starts texting. She sighs, sounding bored. “You know, if you try and jump from there, you just might make it.”

Her huge green eyes flick up to meet his gaze, her expression unreadable. “You gonna try it?”

He looks up behind him at the remaining distance between him and the lip of the tub. She’s right; it’s just close enough that he might make it if he really tried. But he’s still catching his breath from the turmoil she’s already put his body through in the tub, and he’s not confident he has it in him.

“Hmm?” she says, prompting him for an answer, her eyebrows raised expectantly.

He sighs with resignation and shakes his head, looking up at her with a rueful expression.

Her lips curl up into a little smile. To his surprise, he could swear he detects a glint of warmth in her gaze, her humour at this situation possibly even containing a hint of compassion for him.

She giggles. “I wouldn’t try it either, if I were you. I think you’d probably end up tumbling down into the water again. Which would be super cute, but like…”

She stretches and yawns, careful to keep Billy balanced on top of her delicate foot. “And then we could play some more in the water like before, but I’m getting a little bored of that. Aren’t you?”

He gulps, not sure where she’s headed with this. A tiny tilt of her head is all it takes to get him to nod in agreement, eager to avoid another round of her almost drowning him as a punishment.

“I think it’s time for you to graduate back up to being my pet. Like, finally,” she adds, cocking her head sassily to the side to point out how silly he’s been up until now. “What do you think?”

He hesitates, but she doesn’t allow him much time to think it over. Almost immediately, her expression gets a little colder and she points out, “Your other option is the water, little guy. And I think your cute little body is getting a bit too tired to keep swimming without me coming to your rescue like this. So do you want your generous Goddess’ help? Or…”

She starts slowly tilting her foot, threatening to let him slide off it and tumble down into the water.

“No no no, okay okay!” he yelps, scrambling to stay on.

While he was scrambling, she picked up her phone again. Her eyes flick up, looking impatient. “What?”

“I… I’ll be your pet.”

She bursts into a big smile. “Aww, you want to be my pet? That’s so sweet!”

“I mean… Yeah.”

“Yeah what?” She raises her eyebrows. “Say it.”

He sighs. “I want to be your pet.”

“Good boy!”

She puts her phone down beside her. Carefully keeping him balanced on her foot, she lifts her leg up so that most of it is out of the water, held out straight in front of her. Resting her hand on the top of her thigh, she turns her palm up to beckon him to come towards her.

“Okay little pet, now come over here where you belong. Come on! Here boy!”

He nervously looks at the full, terrifying length of the smooth, slippery surface of her leg. Even if the prospect of traversing it didn’t fill his stomach with butterflies, he doesn’t really even want to go over there, unsure of what she has planned for him next once he’s in her hand. But she’s given him little choice.

“You want me to… Um…”

“Mmm hmm!” she says cheerfully. “Be a good little puppy and crawl over here.”

He hesitates.

“There’s a great big snuggle waiting for you on the other side!”

He snorts with annoyance. “Can you please stop talking to me like that? I’m not a dog!”

She giggles. “This is how I talk to my pets, cutie! But if you don’t wanna be my pet, you can always hop back into the water and keep being my bath toy…”

She starts tilting her foot again and he scrambles to stay on.

“No, no! Okay I’m coming. I’m coming.”

“That’s a good boy!”

He tentatively starts crawling across her delicate ankle and onto her shin. Her skin is still wet but also extraordinarily smooth, making it extremely slippery. His entire body is tense as he tries to keep his weight centred over her shin bone.

“You look so cute crawling like that, like a tiny little puppy!” She giggles. “Actually even a puppy would be a lot bigger than you.”

His face burns with humiliation and anger, but he doesn’t dare stand up, and stopping or going back aren’t real options. He continues crawling, grimly determined to get this over with.

When he reaches her knee, he takes a break, catching his breath on the slightly larger area.

She ruffles his hair with her finger. “You’re doing great, little guy! I’m so proud of you.”

He knows that her cheerful encouragement is designed to humiliate him, but he still finds it oddly comforting.

She smiles at him knowingly, and he squints his eyes at her with suspicion. Can she…

“Mmm hmm,” she says. “I can hear you.”

He looks away, embarrassed.

“Aww, no don’t worry! It’s good!”

Slowly so as to keep him balanced there, she raises her knee up toward her chest, bringing him close to her face. She puts a finger gently under his chin and lifts his face up to look at her.

“You don’t need to fight it, little pet. You’re almost there.” She leans in close, her smiling lips grazing his face and her warm breath washing over him like steam. With a tone of surprising tenderness, she whispers, “Let me break you. You’ll like it.”

He feels a strangely warm stirring in his stomach, confused by how tempted he is to submit, by how seductive the warm embrace of her ownership seems at this moment.

Having been out of the water for so long, he starts to feel a chill, and he shivers.

“Aww! Are you chilly? Come here little guy.”