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“Uh huh, that’s what I thought.”
He rubbed my bare cheeks and the sensation of his hands so close to my center, liquified my insides. Tired, I finally gave up my flailing and just accepted it, as I swayed over his shoulder with each step up the stairs.
When we got up to the bedroom, he plopped me down onto the soft bed. I chewed my cheek, trying to suppress a smile.
“You look good in my bed,” He said as he walked into the bathroom.
“I see you wasted no time chaining me back up.” I waved my wrist around.
“Don’t take it off this time.”
“I’m not making any promises.”
“And I can’t promise that I won’t punish you if you take it off again, love.”
I narrowed my eyes, looking at him. He went back into the bathroom.
“Thank you for bringing Potato.” I huffed out. “How did you know I had a cat, anyway?”
“I have my ways.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means I make it my business to know everything there is to know about you.”
I situated myself on the bed. I could feel my center throbbing, realizing I was in his bed, with no underwear on, and he was just mere feet away.
“I need to shower.” I called out.
“Okay.” He called back.
“How am I supposed to do that with these?” I held up my gauze hands.
“I guess I’ll just have to give you a sponge bath.” He smirked at me.
Moments later, Damian had me in the shower, sitting on a plastic chair with giant plastic bags tapped over my hands and feet. I sat there drowning directly under the stream like a wet kitten.
He stood just out of the stream, washing me down with a cloth.
“This is so degrading.” I stared in irritation at the wall.
“You’ve never looked better.”
“Yeah, you know, this is the sexiest I’ve ever felt.” I said sarcastically.
“Sexiest you’ve ever looked. Who knew I had a thing for plastic bag hands?”
“Fuck you.” I dragged out the words in annoyance, but I couldn’t help but slightly smile.
Damian chuckled as his hands grazed over me. I tried to ignore the feeling, but when I looked at him with longing, he was looking right back at me with familiar dark, and hungry eyes. I couldn’t deny the feeling that my center was wet from more than just the stream of water.
I couldn’t deny that my body was pulsating under his gaze. I couldn’t push away the hunger that began to consume me.
His thumb grazed over my bottom lip, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes and melt into the feeling. I tried to ignore it. I steeled myself, trying to make the feeling go away. Damian and I clearly were no good together. Nothing good would come of this.
“I hate you, you know.” I whispered.
“No, you don’t.” He whispered back.
