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“You’re covered in vomit, Bailey.” He stepped forward, crowding my fully clothed body with his naked one. Fuck, he was gorgeous. His chiseled torso was painted in a myriad of colorful tattoos. He was lean but well-muscled, with the body of a fighter. He towered over my petite frame by a few inches, making him look like a giant. “Now, Bailey.”
Kiernan said my name again.
Wait…how did he know my name?
“Your driver’s license.” He smirked down at me. Shit. I hadn’t realized I said that aloud.
Slowly, I peeled off my black leggings and tank top. He continued to stare at me, heat sweeping up my neck at the look on his face. He was a predator ready to devour his prey.
“All of it,” he said once I was down to my bra and underwear. Swallowing back the unease in my throat, I let out a jagged sigh before reaching behind and unlatching my white cotton bra. Boring, I know, but practical.
When I didn’t let it drop to the floor, he wrapped a giant paw around it and pulled it from my grasp, throwing it aside. He did the same with my panties.
“Get in.” He motioned for me to step inside the large glass enclosure. The construction of the shower was beautiful. The main wall was light gray-washed vintage tile with a blue fleur-de-lis symbol painted on each one. The two smaller walls were tiled with a simple glossy blue to match. Dark copper fixtures hung high above, creating an almost rainforest-like effect with the water as it cascaded down in captivating rivulets.
I braced for the cold as I gingerly stepped inside but was immediately pleased at how warm the water was. I gave myself a moment to bask in the heat, allowing the warm water to slide over my cold, tingling skin.
The glass door slid shut, a barely audible click signaling that I was locked inside the shower with no way out. I shut my eyes, not wanting to look at him. I’d been painfully careful to keep eye contact with him, but now, so close together, it was hard to avoid.
I turned my face away, covering my eyes with my hands, letting the warm water wash over me.
Kiernan snorted almost derisively. “What? Never seen a man’s cock before, lass?”
“I don’t want to see yours,” I sneered, the venom in my voice muffled by my hands. “I just want to leave.”
“You better get used to it,mo fraochÚn beag.” He leaned forward, prying my hands away from my eyes and dragging them down between us until they rested on his thick, heavy cock. “You’ll be getting very familiar with it soon.”
There was no inflection in his voice. He was serious. His free hand wrapped itself in my wet hair, forcing my head down. My gaze shifted with the movement until it rested on his muscled legs, his very thick cock hanging heavily between them.
Oh god, was it pierced?
For fuck’s sake.
He forced my hand to run his length, my grip barely fitting around his massive width. I could feel the metal of the balls gliding across my fingers.
My inner hussy was performing her ownCirque du Soleilat the thought.
Traitorous bitch.
“Your job is to listen and obey,” he groaned out, quickening the pace of my hand on his silky member. “But we’ll talk more about that later.”
Like hell we would. I shook my head back and forth, tears streaming down my cheeks, but not from him forcing my hand around his length. No. The tears came from the shame that welled up inside me at how turned on my body had become at his touch.
At me touching him.
Fuck, I needed some therapy.
If I ever got out of here, I would be getting it.
Lots of it.
“I just want to go home,” I sniffled. The show of vulnerability wasn’t completely fake, but it wasn’t truthful either. I needed him to trust me. I needed to slowly make him believe I could be broken. If he let his guard down, then I could make my escape. “Please…”
Groaning painfully, Kiernan released his hold on my hand. His grip in my hair tightened, preventing me from retreating.
“This is home now,” he whispered in my ear, fingers dancing along my pussy lips before a long, low moan escaped me when they circled my clit. If my face wasn’t already red from the heat of the shower, it sure as hell was now. “And you can either be a good little girl who gets rewarded or a bad little girl who gets punished. Understood?”
I nodded, gasping when he increased the speed of his fingers against that little button of pleasure.
