“Shh.” His heavy hand presses me back until my back is again touching the back of the tub.
I stare at him, knowing he can feel how he’s made my heart race with his sudden appearance.
“How long have you been watching me?” I ask recalling how I cavalierly he informed me he’d been watching me for nearly the entire time I was in Hawaii. He says it was out of care and concern, but I know it was nothing more than a power trip, knowing at any time he could snatch me out of my life like the malevolent god he thinks of himself as. This man, I swear. I can’t stand his ass.
His mouth quirks like he’s reading my thoughts.
“Still so brave,” he murmurs, his eyes alighting with sick pride. “I like that shit. Makes things — interesting.”
“I’m done.” I say moving to rise.
“Aht, aht.” He shakes his head, rolling up his sleeves. His gaze caresses my body with scorching heat.
My body, the traitorous bitch, weeps for him. I can feel heat pooling between my thighs, ready to welcome him in any way that he desires. Shame at my own betrayal stings my cheeks.
Knowing the futility of fighting him, I settle back so he can bathe me.
Grabbing the net sponge, he lathers it generously. Seeing the muscle tick in his jaw is my only comfort. I love that he’s just as affected by me as I am by him.
Beginning at my neck, he begins his torture. With firm, gentle strokes, he covers me from neck to shoulder. He makes quick work of my arms, paying close attention to every finger. He takes a moment looking at the wedding ring he gave me, his eyes meeting mine briefly.
He takes his time — more time than necessary for my breasts. Using his finger, he swirls and tweaks my nipples. Moving lower, he makes large swaths over my tummy, then moves to my legs.
I tense in anticipation. He often bathed me like this before I left. My body clenches, preparing for ruination. A whimper escapes before he even finishes my feet.
His gaze snags mine. We tangle, clash. There are promises made. I know he’s going to keep them whether I want him to or not.
My legs drift open and I want to curse myself for not making him demand.
“Eyes on me, pet.” His hands glide between my thighs as the dark onyx of his eyes ensnare me.
“So responsive, and we haven’t even begun.” A cruel slash of a smile appears when his fingers make contact with my pussy, feeling the telltale evidence of my desire.
“I thought you’s make it harder.” He tsks using his long fingers to clean me. “Make me work for it at least.”
“Why?” I ask on a breath. “When I’m already yours.”
His face hardens as if I’ve slapped him.
Withdrawing his fingers, he rises quickly, turning away, but not before I see the way he’s struggling to maintain his composure. His dick is hard and straining against his pants.
“I’m done here.”
Aha, I muse rising from the sudsy water moments later and stepping into the offered bath sheet Aiko holds out for me.
My acquiescence is his undoing.
He expected a fight and couldn’t respond when he didn’t get one.
Oh this isn’t going to go the way you thought, husband. I smile to myself. He may have put me in his mansion prison, but I’ll have him in my thrall, and by the time I’m done, he’ll be the one begging to be free.
Chapter 6
Captured Promises Broken Dreams ?????????????
Bridget
“This motherfucker, I swear,” I mutter, jerking the chain that has me secured to the dining room chair.
