Chapter 16 Bath time #2
Was that the reason I cared so much about him? Was that the reason I found myself more and more intrigued by him every day? He wasn’t from Earth, but neither were my ancestors. Was there a part of me that connected with, that recognized that foreign energy and bonded with him because of it?
As my thoughts spiraled deeper into the layers of feelings and confusion, a familiar, throbbing pressure built between my legs, a deep warmth spreading through me. A quiet moan slipped from my lips before I knew what was happening, and when I opened my eyes, I knew I wasn't alone anymore.
Smoky tendrils filled the space. They crossed the bathroom, moving closer to me, and as they approached, I felt the tension rising.
I looked down and saw those lines of smoke converging across my chest. I couldn’t take my eyes off the movement.
First swirling and translucent, they turned into flesh, dark and hot against my skin.
A hand formed between my thighs, and the pressure on my clit grew more intense.
I wanted to throw my head back, but I couldn’t stop watching as a hand, wrist, forearm, and those familiar tattoos, smokey patterns different each time I saw them, came into view.
While one hand formed between my thighs, the other appeared on my left breast. Fingers teased my nipple as warm breath moved against the right side of my neck.
Hold your composure, girl!
I tried, but the soft moans betrayed me as I spoke to him. “Raymond? What are you doing?”
The deep chuckle, a devious sound, rang in my ear. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
I should have. I should have cursed him out for appearing there, for touching me without permission.
I should have screamed bloody murder and maybe even committed it.
I didn’t, though. Because just as I was about to let the curses fly, his arms warmed again, and the heat he generated radiated through me.
“How are you doing that?” My eyes rolled back as the room blurred, and I suddenly felt intoxicated.
“What?” His voice was another caress against my skin, further melting me into him.
“The heat,” I moaned. “It feels so good.”
“The perks of dating a demon.” He chuckled.
“Are we dating now?” That snapped me out of the trance, and my head snapped right to look at him. “I don’t remember agreeing to that.”
As soon as I moved, his head turned smokey and vanished.
“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed!” I laughed. “Big man can sneak into my home and touch me from the shadows, but ask him about what a relationship is, and he disappears.”
Raymond said nothing. Instead, he thrust two fingers into my pussy, and I gasped, hands gripping the edges of the tub as my eyes slammed shut.
“Quiet.” His voice came deeper than before, and then his fingers stretched deeper inside me, swirling and hitting every spot imaginable.
I looked down to double check it was, in fact, his hand and not something else. There it was, one hand between my thighs and two fingers out of view. So how did it feel like so much more?
“What?” I gasped, “are” my eyes slammed tight, “you” my thighs clenched around his hand, “doing?”
“Helping you learn to let go,” he whispered. “I’m in control now.”
“I—”
His hand moved from my breast and clapped over my mouth as the tornado of sensation continued inside my pussy.
It felt like he had more fingers than his anatomy would allow, inside me, playing with my clit, pinching my nipples.
The sensation was overwhelming, and yet I wanted it to continue.
I looked down, and there were more hands.
They were all over me. Two held my legs open while one continued working my pussy and the other two played with my breasts.
Holy shit!
“You talk too much.” Raymond's voice dripped with a dangerous playfulness.
When he moved his hand from my mouth, what felt like a piece of tape remained. It stopped me from talking.
I know damn well he didn’t just gag me!
As soon as I thought about it, the plants in the bathroom responded.
The vine plant, one of my favorites, burst from its planter.
I cringed at the sound of shattered clay hitting the bathroom floor but couldn’t dwell on it for too long, because Raymond continued despite the attack.
The vines shot out to grab him, but just as he had before, he phased into that smokey appearance, and the attack moved through him.
Still, those extra hands worked on me, but the one between my legs vanished.
“Call them off.” Raymond shimmered into view, his form almost invisible save for the serious expression etched onto his face. He meant business.
But I hadn’t been called a control freak for most of my life for no reason. I looked him in the eye, smiling defiantly beneath the shadow gag, shaking my head no.
He phased into smoke again before he reappeared in the tub, naked. “Jericha, call them off.”
Again, I refused, and the surrounding plants grew more irate. The eucalyptus that hung in the shower spilled out and slapped the back of his head.
“Well, now you’re going to be punished.”
He vanished, and I felt it between my legs—fingers, no, a tongue. I looked down, and I could see nothing but his head, locs floating in the water, and those extra hands holding my legs apart to give him better access.
Holy shit!
The plants hesitated as my annoyance turned to pleasure.
They pulled back as Raymond ate my pussy underwater and never came up for air.
I just knew after the first orgasm, he would stop, but he didn’t.
My pulse raced, sweat forming on my forehead, and I fought to catch my breath as he swallowed my orgasm and kept on eating.
The second came quickly, the third he had to work for, and the fourth left my legs feeling like jelly as two more hands appeared, lifting them higher in the air. Two more appeared under my arms to keep me from slipping under the water.
“Damnit!” I cried out the moment the shadow gag vanished. “I’m sorry. Please, I can’t.” I tried to speak, but the air felt like a stripper teasing me with peeks of the good stuff, giving me moments of clarity then snatching it away.
I tried to grab his head, push him away before he pushed me to a painful fifth orgasm, but I couldn’t. He was still smokey, and I was still in trouble, apology or not. I tried my best to avoid it, but it was no use; I came again so hard, I slapped the water, sending it all over the bathroom floor.
“I called them off!” I shouted, hoping it would be enough to stop him.
He lifted his head from the water as the rest of his body, naked and powerful, appeared beneath him. After a quick glance around the bathroom, making sure the plants were truly behaving, he smiled at me and licked his lips. “You taste like green tea and resilience.”
“You’re sick.” I huffed as I grabbed the edge of the tub, trying to keep myself upright. All his extra hands had already vanished.
“And you’re a brat.” He leaned forward, bracing himself on the tub as he invaded my space.
“Out there, in the world, you can be as strong as you want, Jericha. Take down the largest beast, and I'll be there to root for you. Sign as many contracts as you want, and I will round up all the men you need to make it happen. But when it’s just you and me, drop the weight. Let me hold it. I got this, and I got you.”
I stared at him, his words causing a building pressure in my chest. It wasn’t panic, it was fear; discomfort caused by how much it terrified me to think of anyone being there for me the way he’d so passionately described. How did I respond? The only way I knew how: total avoidance!
“Can I finish my bath in peace?” My voice trembled, betraying my hope of appearing unaffected. “The water is getting cold.”
“You want me to leave?” he challenged me, inching close enough to kiss me. “Say the words, and I’ll go.”
“I—” My eyes dropped to his lips, and the hope he would move in closer sparked a tingling in my stomach.
“Hesitation.” He raised a brow, slowly pulling back from me. “Careful, Jericha. Your mask is slipping.”
He grabbed the African net sponge that hung on the hook next to the tub, added the lavender soap to it, and went to work scrubbing my body from my toes up. I let him. Something about this man made me want to let him do whatever he wanted to me.
What the hell is happening?
My mind spiraled as he bathed me with careful intention.
When he was done, he vanished, reappearing in the shower, where I watched him through the glass pane as he turned the water on and adjusted it to the perfect temperature.
He returned to me, lifting me from the tub and carrying me over to the shower.
I remained quiet, afraid I would say something to reveal what I really felt. I’d be damned if I let him know the internal battle that raged inside my heart and mind.
He joined me inside, lifted the shower head from the rack, and slowly rinsed the soap from my body. I expected him to take it further, tease my pussy with the water, or press his dick, heavy and dripping wet, against my ass. Yes, I looked. How could I not?
But he didn’t. The man showed restraint I thought was impossible.
When his gaze caught mine, I didn’t dare speak. The throbbing between my thighs was only just subsiding, and I didn’t want to do anything to warrant another orgasmic punishment. I wasn’t sure I would survive it.
He finished rinsing me and turned the water off. We stood there, naked and dripping, for a moment as he looked my body over, double checking his work. Then, he reached out, hand vanishing for a moment before reappearing with the bath towel.
“Arms up,” he ordered, and I lifted my arms, allowing him to dry my body with the towel.
When he was done, he grabbed a fresh towel and held it out. Shadows swirled around the towel, turning a slight red as they went. When they vanished, he wrapped the towel around me, and I couldn’t help the quick smile that touched my lips when I realized he’d warmed it.
He caught it, winked, and vanished.
I stood alone in the shower, not sure what to do. If I moved, would I be in trouble?
Not me being afraid to move! What is this man doing to me?
A moment later, he reappeared, dressed in a loose-fitting gray t-shirt and joggers. He lifted me into his arms and carried me from the bathroom. As we left, I could see those extra shadow hands working to clean up the water from the floor and fix the planter that broke.
He took me into my bedroom and laid me on the bed. We said nothing. I watched him go into my closet and waited until he returned with one of my nightgowns. It was soft pink with little roses along the hem, one of my favorites. He put it next to me and grabbed the shea butter from the nightstand.
Raymond unwrapped the towel as if opening a present.
He bit his bottom lip, the first show of his battle with self-control, then opened the shea butter.
I watched the stuff melt in his hand before he massaged it into my skin, starting with my feet and working his way up before he turned me over and repeated the work on my back, taking extra care on my ass cheeks.
I know damn well my ass ain’t that ashy.
Once I was moisturized to his liking, he turned me back over.
When he grabbed the nightgown, I sat up and let him pull it over my head.
He picked me up, those extra hands appearing to pull the sheets back before he laid me back down.
He tucked me in, studying my face in a way that made my stomach tighten with awkwardness, and then walked around to the other side of the bed.
I expected Raymond to leave me with my thoughts, allow me to lie in bed wondering what this man really wanted from me.
I knew exactly where my mind was ready to go, replaying his words about us dating, revisiting the way he ate my pussy, imagining where we would go next.
He wasn’t even gone yet, and the thoughts were already off to the races.
Until he pulled back the covers and slipped into bed beside me.
What is he doing? What does he expect now? I can’t come again. I’m still sore. Maybe he wants more. Does he think I’m his girlfriend? He said he has me. What does that mean to him? What—
Raymond wrapped his arm around my waist and scooped me into him, and every thought in my head stopped.
All the worrying, the hope of controlling the narrative, it all fell silent.
My back pressed against his chest, and he adjusted the surrounding cover.
There were no thoughts, just the feeling of him—his breath against my neck, his lock that fell across my neck, his hand across my stomach, and soon, the soft rumbling of his snore.
Raymond warmed just slightly after he slept, and that heat took away any resistance I still had.
It wasn’t long until his heat and the soft rumble at my back lulled me to sleep.