Chapter 28 Love Language #2
“Sit up,” I ordered, holding my palm out for her to take.
On a muffled groan, Jaden slowly raised her upper body from under the covers and reached out to place her small hand in mine.
Offering her leverage, I helped her move into a sitting position, studying her facial features for the signs of the agony I knew she was hiding.
She concealed it well, but I knew the damage I had done.
I snapped my fingers and pointed toward the bathroom. “You know the drill.”
Gripping the edge of the bed, Jaden clenched her jaw and then finally stood. She sucked in a sharp breath of air, but refocused her eyes on the bathroom just a few feet in front of her.
Abandoning my hand, she walked with purpose and without assistance straight for the doorway. But three steps in, her knee abruptly hit the ground, an anguished cry leaving her lips as she bared her teeth in a tight grimace.
I stood back and watched her collect herself, breathing through the pain as her chest heaved up and down, sucking down oxygen. I knew she could feel my expectant eyes on her, knew that despite her misery, she still had an order to follow.
So when she opened her eyes and forced herself to rise, I couldn’t deny the flare of pride in my chest as she marched her brutalized body through the doorway.
I allowed her a moment of privacy to relieve herself and brush her teeth, crossing the room to retrieve the pain medication from the locked cabinet inside the closet.
When I heard her slip into the tub, I took two pills from the container, grabbed another bottle of water and set everything on the bathroom counter where Jaden could clearly see them. Another unspoken transactional reward for her obedience.
She was huddled in the water, resting her cheek on her knees that were clenched tightly to her chest. Her eyes lingered over the rising water licking just below her shoulders, prompting me to turn off the faucet before it got too high.
Grabbing the pills, I placed them in my palm and held them in front of her to take. She carefully plucked the anti-inflammatories from my hand and placed them in her mouth, swallowing them back with the bottled water I gave her.
After removing the rest of my clothes, I stepped into the tub behind her and sat down, spreading my knees on either side of her body. Grabbing the bottle of body wash, I poured some into my palms and lathered them up until they were good and sudsy.
Carefully, like I was approaching an injured animal, I lightly placed my hands on the tops of Jaden’s shoulders and ran them down the lengths of her arms.
She flinched at first but then sighed softly as I rubbed my thumbs into her stiff muscles, massaging her body until it finally started to loosen up.
One at a time, I pulled her arms away from her legs and washed them with gentle soapy strokes. Her eyes closed at my ministrations, her body relaxing with each minute that passed as I slowly took my time.
Leaning over her, I allowed her to remain in her little fetal position, my arms plenty long enough to reach around for her legs. Even though they were mostly underwater, it didn’t stop me from rubbing and massaging her calves, eliciting a quiet moan from her lips.
When I was finished, I poured one more handful of soap into my palms and gripped her upper arms to pull her back so her shoulders rested against my chest. Once she settled, Jaden’s breath hitched as I ran my hands along her collarbone, rubbing the soap in slow circles.
Each little movement brought me lower and lower until I was casually dragging my thumbs across her nipples, my hands cupping her breasts possessively. With careful squeezes, I groaned with gratification, marveling at how amazing they felt against my palms.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips as I massaged the soap into each perfect globe, the pads of my thumbs circling her pretty pink nipples until they pebbled with need.
When Jaden finally released the whimper I knew she’d been holding back, only then did I allow my hands to travel south, down her muscled abdomen to my favorite place.
Pausing at the inside of her thighs, a silent command with a little bit of pressure was all that was necessary to part her legs.
My hands lazily ventured lower until my fingers brushed along the outside of her pussy. Her chest rose as I moved my hands up and down along her skin, the tips of my fingers pressing into the underside of her ass.
Extending my thumbs, I gently ran them along the smooth lips of her pussy, enjoying the shiver that ran up her spine as her folds were stretched and teased. All the while, my hardened cock was pressing into her lower back, begging for her attention.
As much as I wanted to sink myself inside her and play with her pussy until she screamed, now wasn’t the time.
With one final stroke, I faintly dragged the tip of my thumb along her clit, grinning to myself as I felt her abdomen clench. Nipping at the shell of her ear, I slowly withdrew my hands.
“Sit up,” I ordered.
Keeping her knees in place, Jaden gripped the edges of the tub and pulled herself forward into a sitting position. I decided to save her back for last.
Ignoring the hiss that escaped her mouth, I kept my touch lighter than she deserved as I rubbed more soap into her skin. But the longer my gaze lingered on the bruises I’d given her, the more it sparked my anger for why I had put them there in the first place.
She lied to me.
And what was worse, for a time, she had actually gotten away with it, which had me incredibly pissed off with myself. The thought of lying shouldn’t have even crossed her mind, the price of such a betrayal too costly to even be considered.
But at that moment, Jaden had made her choice. And she chose her loyalty to an insignificant little blonde over her own fucking husband.
The thought alone enraged me.
A dark shadow of jealousy formed in the back of my mind, harboring a malicious will to rain down retribution on anyone stupid enough to corrupt Jaden’s loyalty to me.
I would have no competing interests, no contenders to fight, no other roads to compare.
Every path would lead back to me, the map redrawn with only one destination, one target in sight, and nothing was going to derail Jaden’s route.
Ever. All exit ramps would be eliminated, cementing her one and only trajectory—me.
Luckily for her, she had managed some level of sanity and rejected the chance to commit worse sins. It was her only saving grace.
If she had run and forced me to hunt her down, I would have burned the whole world to ash in my pursuit just to spite her. There would be nothing left for her to run away to ever again.
When I was finished, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her ear.
“Your turn,” I declared, reclining to rest my back against the tub. I had already showered earlier this morning after my workout, but I would never pass up an opportunity to have my wife’s pretty little hands all over me.
With my arms draped casually over the edges of the tub, I waited patiently for Jaden to gather her strength and turn her body to face mine. Forced intimacy with her was a game I loved to play.
Watching her fight her hatred for me with a dripping wet pussy between her legs was a special kind of torture she’d invented for herself all on her own. And I couldn’t help but appreciate the show.
On a quiet breath, Jaden slowly turned herself around, the water barely disturbed by her slight movements. Raising her eyes to meet mine, she quickly steeled her gaze, that hardened expression on her face revealing far more than she likely realized.
But even as she reached for the bottle and poured the soap into her palm, she never looked away.
Brave girl.
Rubbing her hands together, Jaden lathered up the soap and then glanced down to press her hands against my bare chest. A smug grin slid across my face as she ran her slender fingers over my skin, her gentle touch leaving behind a wave of heat that went straight to my dick.
I hummed with approval as I watched Jaden’s eyes maintain an intense focus on her task. Her fingertips lazily grazed over the hard ridges of my abdomen and back up along the side of my torso.
Sliding along the bulging curve of my shoulder, she dragged the soap down the length of my arm, working my muscles with sure strokes designed to relax me. But in truth, they did the exact opposite.
And she fucking knew this.
Before, her movements had been methodical and detached, knowing her objective was to wash and clean, not tease me into a lust-filled frenzy. But these slow ministrations of hers were deliberately enticing my desire for her, each caress broadcasting a message to my body to take what it wanted.
The little brat was trying to rush me.
When her hands slid across my chest to my other arm, I grabbed her hips and yanked her into my lap. She gasped as I forced her knees to straddle me, her hands pressing into my pectorals to steady herself. I gripped both her wrists in one hand to pin them in place.
“What are you doing?” I growled, my tone low with warning.
Collecting herself quickly, Jaden switched her tense composure back to something calm and sensual, adjusting herself to regain control of my mood. With an easy sigh, she lowered herself to gently run the tip of her nose along mine.
“Lying to you,” she murmured softly, her thumbs tracing small circles over my skin.
I cocked a brow, my gaze becoming heated as I tightened my grip on her wrists.
Malicious. Fucking. Compliance.
Reaching below the water, I ran my hand along her thigh until it reached the juncture of her legs. Palming her pussy, I spread my fingers along her slit until I found the source of her lies.
Even submerged in water, the unmistakable slickness breaching her opening could not be denied.
“Is this what you call a lie?” I asked, piercing two fingers through her liquid desire.