Bathing Games Novels & Stories

Suzanne whispered as she continued her inspection. A rainfall shower, the size of a small car, stood encased in glass, promising a deluge of warm, invigorating water. A discreetly placed control panel allowed for adjustments in temperature, pressure, and even aromatherapy infusions. Soft, plush towels, monogrammed with the owner's initials in silver thread, were neatly stacked on a heated rack. A small, waterproof screen, embedded in the wall, displayed a constantly changing stream of abstract art, a silent companion to the bathing experience.

The lights weren’t harsh, they warmed the room with a glow. A folded towel sat on the rack, untouched. The shower was a glass stall in the corner, clear enough that I could see the faint steam marks from the bathtub. I really must agree that his taste in design is topnotch. I moved to the glass shower, pressed the button marked warm. The water poured down in a steady, gentle stream. I stepped under it, letting the warmth sink into my sore skin. For a moment, everything went quiet. The tightness in my chest eased, and the sting behind my eyes softened. I closed my hands together under the water, watching it run between my fingers.

I accused before slamming down my mind shields and ending our conversation. "What if both die during the games?" Denver mused after a short moment of silence. "My father wouldn't create a game that could kill them. Not when each has their own packs to take care of," I waved off the suggestion with a flick of my wrist, "I don't even know how many games he plans on holding. The all-mighty Game Master has kept all his cards hidden." "Not really," a triumphant grin split Denver's full lips, "my father mentioned that there will be three to five games. Depending on how the Alphas perform. He will host one game a day every second day to give the Alphas a chance to rest in between."

Cyra said to her husband. "Yes ... it's the same, darling. I also want to take a shower now. We can shower together. Look, the bathtub can also fit two people, right, darling." Felix cooed. Then, get into the bathtub. It seems Felix never wants to lose. He started taking part this morning. They repeated the hot game in the bathtub. Felix's hands again adeptly roamed all over his wife's body. He was making Cyra start to feel a scalding, burning sensation coming from inside her body.

She was no longer just playing for herself—she was playing for everyone, for the future of both schools, for her friends, and for the world. As the mirror began to glow, its surface shifting like water, the ground beneath them trembled. The game was about to take its final, dangerous turn. The Reflection Game had only one rule: survive, or perish. And Anna knew, deep down, that the most dangerous game had yet to begin.

ALTHEA I turn away, hunting through the shelves until I spot a small washcloth tucked behind a tin box. My fingers close around it, and I carry it over to the sink. When I turn the handle, I’m honestly surprised when water comes out—ice-cold, but clean. I take a deep breath and steady myself. The cold burns my fingers as I wet the cloth, but I don’t flinch. I just wring it out and turn back around, trying to keep my face calm, for his sake.

I can't remember last time I had this good of a bath, Dante even added some toys, ducks and a boat. He took off my clothes, which I could have done but it's in the rules I agreed on, He set me inside the bath, the water was up to my shoulders, I decided to play funny games with Dante slipping down under the water, then coming back out with a boo, scaring him.

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

I said, resting my forehead against the tiles. At first, I endured the cleaning in silence. Thank the gods I’d kept the boxers on—if she saw how aroused I was, she’d bolt. When she started washing the blood away, I had to breathe slow and deep not to spin around and pin her to the wall. Then she began smoothing the feathers one by one… I was done for. “Let’s play a game,” I gripped the rim of the tub. “I ask a question, you answer, then you ask one.”

She couldn't see anything. Zorion lowered his head to look at Raeleigh. "Although it's a mixed bath, there is a screen in the middle. We can choose to keep it up or down when we get into the water. When I was a child, my family bathed openly. As we grew older, the screen was only removed after we got into the water. The steam here is so thick that no one can see anything, even if you're naked." Zorion placed Raeleigh back on her feet and Raeleigh took several steps back hastily. At the same time, Scarlette and Deanna came rushing up to them.