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Chapter 9
Quinn
Fiona stays in the bathroom a long time, and then comes out wrapped in a fresh towel.
"Come on," I finally say. "Let's get you to bed. It's been a long day. You need rest. Drink this first." I hand her a glass of water and she looks at it warily.
"Is there anything in it?" She asks.
"Yeah. Water. Drink it."
She takes the glass and sniffs it, then carefully drinks it. Slowly. Seemingly satisfied it's not poisoned, she drinks faster and soon the entire glass is gone.
"Good girl," I say, placing the glass on the nightstand, and she blushes. Interesting. Maybe she's a little submissive. Maybe she doesn't even know it. An image of Fiona tied to my bed, spread out for my pleasure, flashes in my head. Quickly, I banish the thought. She's been through a lot. She doesn't need me being all deviant on her. She doesn't need me being dirty right now.
"What happens now?" She asks. I head over to one of the cupboards and grab a large shirt for her. It's one of mine, and I'm not going to pretend the idea of her wearing only my clothes doesn't completely turn me on.
"Now you're going to put this on and we're going to go to sleep."
She takes the shirt and pulls it over her head. Then she wiggles out of the towel. Modest little thing, isn’t she? I try to hide my amusement. I’ve already seen her naked for much of the day. Hiding from me now isn’t going to make me forget how beautiful she is. No, Fiona’s body is burned into my memory and I don’t plan on forgetting the way she looks anytime soon.
Then she stands and starts to go to the door.
"Nope," I say. "None of that, now. You're staying here."
"But," she looks warily at my bed. "There's only one bed."
"That's right."
"I thought I had my own room."
"You ran away from your room," I point out.
"But," she protests again, and I press a finger to her lips.
"Bed. Now."
She instantly climbs beneath the blankets and scoots to the far side of the bed. She's between me and the wall now. She's not going anywhere.
I strip down completely and put my clothes in one of the cupboards. She’s going to see me naked sooner or later. It might as well be now, and I take my time putting my clothing away.
No, I’m not shy.
I don't miss how hungry her eyes look as she stares openly at my cock. Maybe she's never seen one this big or maybe she's just caught off guard by the fact that all of me is blue, but I love it. I love the way she's looking at me. I love the way Fiona watches me like she’s starving.
And then I realize maybe she is.
“Fiona,” I say suddenly. “When was the last time you ate?”
“Um,” she says, shaking her head. Then a blank look crosses her face. “At dinner? Before I was taken? So maybe…” She starts counting on her fingers, but that’s enough for me.
“You need to eat. Fuck. I’m so stupid. I should have fed you as soon as we got here.”
“It’s okay,” she says, but suddenly, I realize she looks pale and weak. She’s had moments of lucidity since we got to the ship, but those are interspersed with times when she seems dizzy or faint.
I don’t bother going to the kitchen. I’m worried she’ll just try to run away again if I leave her. Instead, I head to my bag and pull out a sustenance bar.
“What is it?” She asks when I hand it to her.
