Chapter Five #3
“I still love her no matter what she looks like,” he says, leaning in to speak softly in my ear.
“I will still be the first man to make her come, and it won’t be just once.
No… It’s going to be repetitive. I’m going to have my face buried between her gorgeous, thick thighs, eating her pussy until she begs for mercy, but I won’t stop.
I’ll keep going and going and going until she can’t take any more.
Only then will I fuck her the way she deserves to be fucked.
She’s my queen, and I will show her exactly how a competent man should treat a queen. ”
“I… don’t need my wrists for that,” I say, nearly panting.
“When you are healed,” he says. “Until then, we will spend time getting to know each other more outside of my office.”
“Yes,” I say. “All of that. Yes.”
“I’m going to get undressed. Can you keep yourself from drooling, Blossom?”
“No,” I say with a smile. “I like that. Blossom.”
“Like a lotus. You can bloom anywhere you want,” he says sweetly. He steps back from me, and I still don’t open my eyes. I don’t want to open them to find that this is a dream, but I can hear him undressing.
“Did I bother you?” I ask. “Were you busy when I sent my location?”
“You did not bother me, but I was at a club that I own with Matt,” he says.
“You own a club?” I ask.
“I do. It’s called Sensoria,” he says. My eyes snap open, and my breath catches when my eyes slowly drag down his body.
He is naked now, and my mouth falls open when I see that not only does he have a monstrously sized cock, but he’s pierced.
He is toned and has a perfect body. Everything about him is perfect. “Myra.”
“Huh?” I ask, still stunned. “I… I’m sensitive to drugs.”
“I see that,” he says with a smirk.
“You own Sensoria?” I ask. I’ve heard about that club before. Leon wanted to go there, but he couldn’t get a membership. I doubt he wanted to take me there, but I know it’s some sort of sex club or something. I never looked it up because I didn’t want to know what he was up to.
“I do,” he says. “Come here.”
Dominic puts his hand on my lower back and leads me toward the shower.
I’m still incredibly unsteady on my feet.
The shower is large and has a built-in seating area.
It looks like it is also a sauna. He has me sit, and he steps over to one of the rainfall showerheads to wash himself.
I don’t realize that I am staring with my mouth open until he looks over at me and chuckles.
“We should probably hurry because I think you need some sleep,” he says with the same smirk tugging at his lips.
“Jesus. You are… Are you sure you want me?” I ask. He narrows his eyes at me before putting his hand on the wall behind me and leaning down. He gently tilts my head up to look at him, and I easily get lost in his eyes.
“Why wouldn’t I want you, Blossom?” he asks.
“You are… I am… Fuck, you’re sexy, Dominic,” I declare.
“As are you, my love,” he says softly. “Why did you question the club?”
“Leon was trying to get a membership there, but couldn’t. I know it’s a sex club or something, but I didn’t want to look it up because I didn’t want to know what he was up to,” I say.
“It’s a mental-health-centered BDSM club,” he says simply, stepping back to continue washing his body.
“I am entirely too woozy to question that right now,” I say as I watch him lather his body with soap. Once he has all my blood washed off his body, he puts shampoo in his hair. He has his eyes closed as he massages it in, and I wish I had the strength to help him.
“I don’t think you’ll survive my answers right now,” he laughs as he rinses his hair. “I find it humorous that you are struggling, but I also know I’m in for it here in just a moment.”
“Oh?” I ask.
“Mhmm. Touching you without being able to make you feel good is going to be… hard,” he says.
“What on earth would possess you to stick a needle in your dick?” I ask, and he laughs heartily.
“My sweet Blossom, one day you will get to feel exactly why I would do that,” he says, looking back at me.
“You can’t say things like that. I’m high out of my fucking mind over here,” I say. He smiles softly as he comes over to me. He takes my hands and helps me stand up before he turns on the showerhead above us. The water pressure is amazing, and I groan softly as I close my eyes.
He starts off washing my hair. He is using his shampoo and conditioner, and the scent of it is fucking mind-numbing.
“No one has ever taken care of me like this,” I admit quietly.
He says nothing and continues to massage my scalp.
The noises that are coming out of me are unreal.
He puts conditioner in my hair before washing my body.
He is using a washcloth, but his hands are still on my body.
I have blood covering my face, neck, chest, abdomen, arms, and down my thighs.
He goes so slowly and gently washes away the dried blood.
My eyes are closed, but I can tell he is struggling when he is cleaning the blood off my breasts.
The washcloth grazes over my nipples, and I gasp softly, making him groan. “You’ve got to quit making these noises, Blossom.”
“It feels nice,” I admit. Dominic continues to cleanse my body with his body wash.
As he moves down my body, his touch is lighter.
When he gets to my thighs, I am nearly panting.
His touch is still intentional as he washes my body, but I’m struggling as he gets close to more intimate areas. “I can…”
“No, Myra. You can’t,” he says gently. “You cannot use your hands.”
“This is so hard,” I admit.
“I will not do anything you do not want me to do, Myra. My only goal right now is to make you comfortable so you can sleep. Okay? I can get Natalie. They don’t live far.”
“No, I trust you,” I say. “It’s just hard not to want more.”
“I know,” he says as he gently slides the washcloth up my inner thigh. “Your body is tired.”
“I know,” I sigh.
“Okay. I’m going to rinse you off, and we can get you laid down,” he says.
I nod, and he gets the handheld sprayer and has me tip my head back so he can rinse the conditioner out of my hair.
When he is done, he starts rinsing the soap off my body.
Once he rinses my back, he leans me against the wall for support as he makes his way down my body.
I am hypersensitive, so when the sprayer hits my nipples, I sigh.
Everything is fine until he gets to my thighs again.
My legs are spread apart slightly so he can rinse me off completely, but this allows the spray access to my pussy.
Neither of us expects it when a small moan slips out. When he goes to move, I gently rest my hands on his chest and shake my head, wanting him to continue doing what he’s doing. It feels incredible and relaxes me.
“This is not how I want your first experience to be,” he says softly.
“I don’t want the feeling to go away,” I whisper.
“The first time you come, I want to be with my mouth on your pussy,” he says, moving the water away from me. “You need to rest, Myra. You don’t understand how unbelievably difficult it is right now to not give you what you want, but your health is my priority. You have been through a lot.”
“Wasn’t it you that said no one can tell me what I can and cannot want?” I ask.
“Yes,” he chuckles. “But you nearly died. I held you as your breathing shallowed and your heart rate slowed significantly. You need to rest.”
“I feel crazy for wanting this,” I admit.
“You are not crazy. Your emotions are heightened, and you are running on adrenaline. It is absolutely not uncommon for people to be hypersexual after trauma,” he says.
“Don’t talk to me like a psychiatrist,” I laugh.
“Okay,” he chuckles. “Being horny after getting raped is a normal response. Some people seek out consensual intimacy, while others swear it off.”
“What about you? What about the people close to those who get hurt?” I ask.
“For me specifically, I just want to comfort you in any way possible. I want to find a way to make it better, even if only for a moment,” he says. “I feel helpless because I can’t make it better. Only time will help.”
“You are helping,” I say, opening my eyes to look at him. “Simply giving a fuck about me is helpful.”
“Let’s get you dry,” he says with a soft smile.
Dominic shuts the water off and grabs a towel from outside the shower to wrap around his waist. When he turns back to me, he wraps me in a towel and helps get me out of the shower.
The exhaustion is taking over, and I am becoming more unsteady on my feet as he pulls a T-shirt over my head.
“I’m so tired,” I mumble as he dries my hair.
“I know. Let’s go lie down,” he suggests.
I nod, and instead of making me walk, he scoops me into his arms again.
Dominic lays me on his bed, and when I’m covered up, he moves to his closet to grab some clothes.
I watch him as he tosses the towel into his hamper and steps into gray sweatpants.
When he shuts off the light, panic starts to swell inside of me. I don’t know why, but I hate the dark.
“Hey, I’m right here,” Dominic says, flipping the lamp beside the bed on. “Want me to keep this on?”
“Please,” I whisper.
“Okay,” he says with a smile before getting in bed beside me.
“Thank you for saving me, Dominic,” I say.
“No need to thank me,” he says, rolling to his side to face me. I carefully roll to my side and have one arm resting across my abdomen while the other is pulled up to my chest.
“He’s not going to stop,” I mumble. “He won’t let me live.”
“Rest, Myra. More tomorrow,” he says, gently kissing my forehead.