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My most basic instincts kick in, and I feel the need to run, hide, but there is nowhere I can go. Nowhere to escape. Instead, all I manage to do is whimper.
“Get in the shower and clean yourself,” he orders a moment later, his voice coming out different. Scurrying away from him, I step into the shower, shutting the glass door behind me. I wish it wasn’t glass, so I could have a little privacy.
Through the fog-filled glass door, I can still feel his eyes on me, feel him watching me through the glass as I clean myself. I should be thankful, at least he isn’t right on top of me, tormenting me with his body, at least he hasn’t hurt me. Yet. That single word defines everything. If I do as he says, submit, and become a doormat to his needs, he won’t hurt me. If I fight, he’ll become the devil that I definitely know he is. Though I’ve always stayed out of my father’s business, I know better than to assume Julian is a weak-minded man. He got my father to sell me to him. His men listen to him. He’s powerful, cruel, and he’ll use his strength to keep me in line. All these thoughts and emotions are giving me a headache.
Closing my eyes, I hold my face beneath the spray of water, trying my best to ignore him and pretend I’m alone. I don’t know why but I’m shocked when I reach for the soap and discover he has not only soap for himself but also me.
He had everything planned and ready.
I wonder how long he’s been planning this with my father, planning how I will spend the rest of my life. I can never forget what he’s done and how I got here. As soon as I let my guard down, he’ll hurt me.
Taking my time, I wash my entire body from head to toe, surprised that he’s not telling me to hurry up. When I’m done, I turn off the water and spin around, coming to face him again.
This time, I don’t look away. I stare at him with the same grim look he’s giving me, watching as he leans against the counter, his arms crossed over his bare chest while he watches me like a hawk, his gaze narrowed.
As I step out of the shower, he takes a step toward me. The courage I had moments before melts away. Is he going to hurt me now? The fear of the unknown makes my belly hurt, and my body coil with tension. Reaching for a towel, he unfolds it and holds it out to me.
Gritting my teeth painfully, I step into the towel, unsure of what kind of game he’s playing. Steeling my spine, I stand there with my arms hanging down at my sides as he dries me off. Shivering, he touches every part of me without actually touching anything, always keeping the towel as a barrier. His touch isn’t sexual or leering. It’s gentle, almost nurturing, and that confuses me. When my body is dry, he drops the wet towel and grabs another fresh one.
“Arms up.”
I follow his command and lift my arms up, even though everything inside of me screams not to do it. I don’t realize what he is doing until he wraps the fluffy towel around my body, tucking it in above my breasts.
“There you go,” he says, talking to me like I’m a child. His eyes remain on mine and nowhere else. Obviously, he’s gotten his fill. I drop my arms and watch him reach for a third towel. “Turn around.”
Confused yet again, I turn around, my whole body stiff with fear.
What is he going to do now?
I relax slightly when I realize he just wants to dry my hair. His actions don’t add up. None of this makes sense. Why is he treating me like this? One minute he is threatening me, grabbing me by the throat, the next he dries my hair? What kind of sick game is he playing?
I don’t want to find out. All I want to do is get out of this unscathed.6JulianAfter watching her shower and staring at her perfect body covered in soap, it was hard for me to walk away and leave her in that room without fucking her—the heavy swell of her breasts, her smooth belly, and shapely thighs. I didn’t get the best look at her pussy, but that was okay. Soon enough, I wouldn’t just be getting a look at it, I would be fucking it.
I playback in my mind the way she trembled and reacted to me as I dried her off. She wasn’t sure if I was going to hurt her or nurture her, and that was right where I wanted her, straddling the line of fear, anticipating my next move at all times. I want her to crave my touch and want me, but I also need her to obey me, and the best way for that is fear.
