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Damian stood over me with a determined look upon his face.
He walked over to another door in the room that I hadn’t even noticed up to this point.
He opened the door and flicked the light on.
Bright white fluorescence filled the corner of the room.
I continued to lay there, bare and exposed, as I heard the quiet and calm rustling coming from the brightly lit room.
Then I heard water rushing from a spigot, rushing and splashing.
I heard cupboard doors gently opening and closing, with the occasional soft rustle mixed in.
A dark shadow made its way closer to the doorway.
Damian appeared.
I hadn’t dared to move from where he left me, despite my intense curiosity for the next experience he was preparing for me.
He stood again at the foot of the bed silently.
He held his hand out, expecting me to know exactly what he wanted. I took his hand and allowed him to lead me to his next layer of experience.
As I drew closer to the doorway, the golden glow faded into a bright white that was almost blinding until my eyes adjusted.
I looked down at our locked hands, noting the intense glow of my own skin which appeared to be stained the same golden color as the lighting in the previous room.
By this time my eyes had fully adjusted, allowing me to take in my surroundings.
The tile was as white as white as the lights overhead, The counter was marble white with slight gray accents in the beauty of the rock.
On top of the counter laid multiple bottles, tubes, and jars that I had recognized.
Next to the sink was my brand and shade of foundation, a skin moisturizer that I mentioned to him the first time we met, the same shade of lipstick I always wore, a brand new toothbrush, a hairbrush that was perfect for my exact hair type.
The only thing I didn’t recognize was a plain white folded t-shirt that laid beside all of the other items.
I then noticed a second door the I presumed led into the hallway that led us to the golden room.
He brought us to a halt, I looked forward at a gorgeous, white, golden footed clawfoot tub.
A polished silver hose curved from the tap to the shower head. Gold trim caught the light so brightly that it almost looked unreal. The bathtub was filled with water to the perfect depth.
His hand pulled me around in front of him.
He lifted his hand to help steady me as I stepped over the edge and into the tub.
His hand stayed glued to mine as I lowered myself down into the warm, relaxing water.
The water surrounded me and enveloped my body in the same way Damian did.
In that moment everything melted away as I laid my head back against the edge of the tub and closed my eyes.
I felt his lips against my forehead again.
Beside the tub was a beautiful simple white wooden stand that had towels and various other linens on it.
I heard him grab something from it.
His hand dipped into the water in front of me.
I felt the warmth of a wet cloth rubbing across my shoulder.
My eyes opened and locked with his.
No smile, but determination radiating from his face as if his job wasn’t finished.
His hands guided the cloth over me, washing and gently scrubbing me all over.
His other hand occasionally brushing away the unruly strands of hair.
My mind was so calm, yet curious. I hadn’t asked for any of this. Somehow, he had already known what I would need even before I did.
Damian’s voice was so therapeutically calming when he said “I’ll be right outside if you need anything” as he slowly folded the wet rag and draped it over the edge of the tub.
He made his way out of the next mystery door I was set to conquer.
My head laid back and my eyes closed once again.
The warmth of the water protected my body from any stresses of the outside world.
The glaring white light was prying at my closed eyes.
My breathing was calm and slow.
My eyes eased open and I stared at the ceiling trying to take everything in.
The ornate patterns on the ceiling swirled in a way that made me follow them like a maze.
For the first time since this all started my mind was blank.
I was at peace.
I was weightless in the most beautiful bathtub I had ever seen.
The smoothness of the of the tub was calming in a way that I had never experienced.
The plain white walls didn’t provide much to look at, but they provided me with much needed stillness.
My mind was finally able to concentrate on the importance of what just happened.
Damian was an unbelievably powerful member of the mafia, but somehow in my most vulnerable moments I felt safe with him.
My body had never submitted to anyone before, especially not at the level he took me to.
The power of him wasn’t scary, it was attractive.
The beauty of his body, his strong jaw, the constant shadow of stubble along his jaw were all things that made me lose all control for him.
Damian Vale was a man that most women create in their heads that doesn’t exist, but I had him right in front of my eyes.
“Is this my life now?” I thought to myself.
Why did I feel safer with him than with anyone else? All of these things were right in front of me, but I had to decide if this is what I wanted.
I grabbed the rag from the edge of the bath.
I gently scrubbed myself all over, trying to replicate the way he made it feel, but I couldn’t get it quite right.
I dipped my head beneath the water, allowing the warmth to penetrate even deeper into my body.
As I emerged, I brushed the water-soaked hair out of my face.
I lifted my body up out of the water.
I stared down at my body watching each individual water droplet make its way all the way to the pool beneath me.
I grabbed the towel off the stand next to the bath.
The softness of the towel against my face was even better than that feeling you get from those really fluffy hotel towels.
My body felt as if my old self was being unraveled with every swipe of the towel across my skin.
The softness embraced me better than any piece of cloth I had ever felt.
I patted the rest of my body dry before lifting one of my legs, drying it, and stepping out onto the long white haired bathmat.
My second leg followed my first.
I wrapped myself in the towel and stood in front of the marble counter, topped by a beautifully trimmed mirror.
I stared at myself.
I looked different.
I looked changed.
I began to look over the skin products he had laid out for me.
No-one had ever put this much thought into taking care of me.
I had mentioned my brand of foundation once, but never my shade, and this one was right.
The moisturizer I had mentioned to him once in the past.
I had never mentioned anything about lipstick to him before, but somehow, he just knew.
I fumbled through the bottles with wonder.
I was mesmerized by the thought of this.
I began unwrapping the brand-new bottles.
Applying things to my skin that now surrounded this new version of myself.
I looked deeply into the mirror trying to see all of the new things in me.
I brushed my hair to help get rid of the last of the moisture.
Then while I was staring in the mirror, I dropped my towel and stared.
I looked over every inch of myself, spinning to try to get a view from every angle.
My skin was glowing.
I had never felt as radiant as I did in that moment.
I picked up the shirt that was laying on the countertop and slid it over my head.
The shirt enveloped my body as it draped down to my thighs. The deep folds layered over my body from how big the shirt was.
A deep, knuckly knock sounded against the door.
It opened just a crack, enough to see one of his eyes as he said “I have some food prepared for you in the kitchen, follow me.” The door swung open wider as he led me down the hallway where it all began.
He looked over his shoulder to make sure I was following as he led the way.
I stepped into the kitchen behind him as the same bright white light filled the room.
An elegant wooden table sat in the center of the room.
On the table was a white plate.
On the plate were fluffy, bright yellow scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and a piece of perfectly toasted bread close to the edge of the plate.
A glistening glass of cold ice water sat beside the plate, already sweating.
The aromas that filled the room were savory and delicious.
“Sit,” he said demandingly.
My chair was already pulled out as I stepped between it and the table.
He pushed the chair beneath me, nearly sweeping me off my feet.
He sat across from me.
He wasn’t staring but was observing every move I made.
I picked up my fork and poked some of the eggs.
I took a bite.
My mouth was overwhelmed with buttery smooth fluffy egg flavor.
They were perfect.
Around every corner appeared another astonishing feature about Damian.
I paced my eating so that I could enjoy every bite.
This was easily the perfect cherry on top to the most pleasurable day of my life so far.
Our eyes occasionally locked.
I was astonished to find the occasional smirk on his face when he caught me enjoying his cooking.
The toast was perfectly browned.
The outside gave me a satisfying crunch while the inside was still fluffy.
The fruit was still wet from being freshly washed.
The small white bowl had small water drops in it from the fruit.
The grapes were perfectly ripe.
The strawberries were bright red and flavorful.
Every bite was taking this whole experience to a different level.
I drank some of my water.
My whole body felt revived.
I was about to thank him when his phone rang.
I nodded in approval, knowing some of his conversations had to remain private.
Damian disappeared into the hallway.
I hear muffled words for only a few moments.
He reappeared from the hallway in a fresh suit and tie, throwing his jacket over his shoulders as he approached me.
“Something has come up; I’ve arranged a car for you.
I will call you in the morning”.
I nodded and smiled.
I understood his job would sometimes demand these last-minute disappearances.
I didn’t have to like it; I just had to understand.
He gently lifted my chin and turned my face towards him.
“I will have you again,” his voice pierced me like a knife.
Before I got the chance to answer his lips locked with mine.
My body melted from his touch.
My eyes closed and became so heavy that they were difficult to open.
The hard soles of his shoes clattered against the wooden floor as he made his way towards the door.
The door opened and shut with a crisp click. I turned back towards my food. The last few bites of my eggs were just as good as the first.
My fingernail gently tapped the table as my mind tried to find something to focus on.
The taps caused the slightest echo throughout the kitchen.
The last strawberry in the dish laid in the small pool of water at the bottom of the bowl.
My finger swirled around the edge of the bowl occasionally shifting the berry as I brushed it.
I picked it up and couldn’t wait for its sweetness.
I looked it over before placing it on my tongue.
As I bit down the juice spread throughout my mouth.
I swallowed and a faint smile crossed my lips.
I just could not get Damian off my mind.
The experiences he had given me just over the last few hours were other worldly.
I placed the fruit bowl onto my plate along with my fork.
I sipped the last bit of ice-cold water.
The ice slid down and rested against my lips.
I carried the dishes to the sink.
The faucet splashed as it began spouting water onto the plate and bowl.
I slowly rinsed while my mind was seemingly blank.
I placed the items into the dishwasher and closed it.
I turned and leaned against the counter for a moment before making my way into the living room.
I hadn’t noticed but Damian placed all my clothes there with a note.
It read “I will call you soon”.
Everything was neatly folded on the arm of the couch.
I smiled at the note and gently folded it and placed it beside my clothes.
I pulled the soft white shirt over my head and folded it nicely placing it on the cushion of the couch.
I got dressed with the soft warm light of outside making its way through the drapes.
I took my time.
There was no rush in my mind.
As I finished a knocking noise appeared at the door.
I answered.
A man in a jet black suit stood there.
Over his shoulder along black Mercedes sedan that looked less like a car and more like authority on wheels.
Then man lowered his head to me and said “ma’am, I have been instructed to deliver you home, allow me please”.
I followed his lead.
He walked briskly toward the rear door of the most elegant car I had ever seen.
He opened the rear door and I slid in.
The seats were a cool, perforated black leather.
There was more leg room than in any car I had ever been in.
My head naturally aimed out the window as we set off toward my home.
The whole ride home I stared out into the world from this symbol of power.
My heart was slow.
My head was clear.
My body was at peace.
The driver eased the massive car around corners at a rate that you could hardly feel that it was a turn at all.
I was able to escape the world for a moment and reflect.
What I had just experienced will change me forever.
My mind is finally able to shed its shackles and become itself.
I felt free.
I had entered into a body that I previously never knew I had even wanted.
My eyes made their way forward quickly realizing we had already made it to my house.
The driver scurried around the front of the car and made his way to my door.
My door swung open and the driver extended his arm, welcoming me back into my old world.
He walked with me as I approached my door.
I fumbled through keys on my ring finding the one that belonged to the front door.
I inserted it and turned the lock and knob simultaneously.
I looked back at the driver.
He lowered his head again saying “have a lovely evening madam”.
I smiled and entered my home, the door clicking behind me as I leaned backward against it.