Chapter Mase
MASE
The water cascades over Summer’s head as I use the showerhead to rinse the strawberry drink off her.
When she went into the bathroom, I was frozen to the spot, scared I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her.
Her ass was still welted from my spanking, and her thighs were coated with my cum.
Every part of me wanted to take her again, but I need to be more than the man using her body for his own personal gain.
I want to mean something to her, like she’s quickly becoming something more to me.
When I finally entered the bathroom, she was already in the tub, with bubbles hiding her body. I was disappointed but partly relieved she’d taken the temptation away from me.
“We need to talk,” I finally say as I finish rinsing her.
With her so exposed, a protective streak rifles through me.
“Hm, I figured.” Her eyes meet mine, and they’re full of uncertainty. Uncertainty I want to banish.
I shake my head. She thinks this is about us. It’s not, not really.
“Are you aware of any cameras in the house?”
She stills, and who can blame her? She’s probably realizing she was being filmed during private moments. I want to reassure her, but I also need her take on the situation.
“Did you know about them?”
Her face is pale, her chest rising beneath the bubbles.
“Summer?” My eyes ping-pong over her face, and she shudders despite the water being hot.
Then she shakes her head, snapping out of her daze. “Y-Yeah.” Her eyes lock with mine. “I know about the cameras.” The truth bleeds from her, and my eyebrows pull together as I contemplate if asking her the next question is a good idea. “Did you know there were some in your room too?”
She swallows hard, then licks her bottom lip while her stare remains locked on mine. “Yes.”
“Do you know why?” My pulse races.
Her head rears back, and she blinks before a laugh gets caught in her throat. “Because your father was a sick bastard who wanted to control me.”
Her words hit me square in the chest, cutting through my heart and twisting my insides.
Tears pool in her eyes as she probably realizes that her honesty has also exposed her vulnerability.
She turns her head away, but I catch her chin between my fingers.
“Don’t turn away from me, sweetheart. We deal with shit together, head-on from now on, right?
” An arctic chill shoots up my spine, and ice fills my veins as I wait for her to reply, then I rest a palm on her cheek.
“Di-did he touch you?” My heart thuds against my chest, but relief flows through me when she shakes her head, and all the tension that was there moments ago slips away.
“N-no, he didn’t.” Her words pour from her with nothing but sincerity, and the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding releases.
Deciding to change the subject, I aim to lighten the mood. “Well, now we have something else in common.”
She frowns. “What’s that?” She shakes her head, making her wet hair sashay. “Besides filthy, hot sex, I mean.” Her smile hits me square in the chest. Jesus, she’s beautiful.
Smirking, I feel like beating my fist on my chest like a primate, damn proud of her reference to our sex life. “We both hated the bastard.”
When she beams up at me, the stars have aligned. “At least he brought me you.”
A chuckle gathers in my chest, and I cling to the side of the tub to stop myself from crashing my lips against hers. As much as I tell myself not to get attached to another woman so soon, it’s pretty hard not to when she’s looking at me as if I’m her everything, and worse, I want to be.