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Ruskin was letting out sighs, deeper and deeper ones with each moment while he kept washing down his employer's body with the sponge. Oh, Mr. Milverton had such a beautiful body! Ruskin could never get enough of seeing it even if it was covered in clothes, but even more if it wasn't. Mr. Milverton was an especially handsome man and Ruskin loved him from all his heart. He knew that he would love his employer even if he was ugly - but it was an ecstatic feeling that the love of his life was so dashing and powerful! It always made Ruskin's heart to beat faster, getting him close to a heart attack when he was cleaning down Mr. Milverton. It was one of his favorite tasks and the greatest honor at the same time. No one could touch the beloved body aside from him. But of course, not everyone was honored to be Mr. Milverton's lover, not just his subordinate. Only Ruskin.
In the sense of his own importance, Ruskin continued washing down Mr. Milverton's beautiful and perfect body. With his curly silver hair that fell to his face, reminding Ruskin of those angels on paintings, his well-formed neck, pale and hairless chest and slim figure, Mr. Milverton indeed resembled an artwork. His facial features were ethereal and angelic, only the sharpness of his golden eyes spoke about his true evil nature. But Ruskin found even that irresistible. For him, Mr. Milverton was a special human being - what human, he was a literal god - the only one who was worth to devote his life to. Ruskin sighed again, his lungs almost torn out from the passion he felt. Oh, how much he wanted to be in the place of the sponge and clean Mr. Milverton down with his own tongue!
"Ruskin, I hope that you don't have problems with your breathing." Mr. Milverton suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at him. "What do you keep sighing for?"
Ruskin turned red that he was unable to keep his pining as unnoticeable as he should have been. However, since he hated nothing more than lying to his beloved employer, he quickly told the truth.
"It is merely... that I wish to clean you down by myself." He admitted shyly.
"You are cleaning me down by yourself right now." Mr. Milverton pointed out with confusion. Ruskin let out another sigh.
"Not with the sponge... but with my own tongue." He told his employer with embarrassment, and he was slightly nervous of how he would react to this wish. Mr. Milverton laughed and playfully patted Ruskin's burning cheek.
"I can't believe that you started to envy even the sponge!" He said with amusement. Then he tilted his head, winking at his secretary. "However, I wouldn't be against the idea... as soon as you finished helping me bathe."
Ruskin at first couldn't believe that he heard it right. Did Mr. Milverton... really mean this offer? But as he watched his employer's face, his excitedly glowing eyes, he could see that he truly meant his words seriously. It made Ruskin hold the sponge with more enthusiasm while he was only able to breathe the sentence from the gratitude.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you."
He continued washing down Mr. Milverton’s body with the sponge, but there was already another picture in his mind.
When he will soon do the same movements with his own tongue.