“Sit the fuck down, Francesca.Before I spank your ass.You're not standing.”
Warm water spurted out of the huge showerhead above us.But I was still thinking about what he'd just said to me.My lower belly instantly clenched at the thought of him—spanking me.
What was wrong with me?Maybe I still had a fever or something.
“Give me your arm,” he urged.There was a nice, soapy shower sponge in his hand.So, I gladly did what he asked.
And it felt wonderful.He gently scrubbed every inch of me before starting on my hair.Which was a complete and utter rat's nest.He even stepped out at one point and grabbed a hairbrush to get the conditioner through.
“One more rinse,” he said, and helped me stand.“Are you okay on your own?”he asked in a cautious tone.
I nodded and said, “I'm fine.”I thought he was going to leave me in the shower—but then he knelt down.
“Spread for me,” he ordered, one hand between my thighs.
“Stefan, I—” I protested, but he insisted.
“Open your legs.”His tone and demeanor told me he meant business.
So—once again, I did what he asked.
And he soaped me up and rinsed me clean.
Then he soaped me up again.
And it felt—good.
Really, really, really good.The way the soft shower sponge rubbed over my sensitive spots was—nice.
“Do you like that, Francesca?”Stefan peered up at me as he rinsed the soap from between my legs.
I bit my lip and nodded.“Yes.”
He smiled and stood.“I'll get you a towel,” he said, and turned off the water.He'd kept his boxer briefs on the entire time.Although right now, the front of them bulged out a lot more than it had before.And that gave me an odd sense of satisfaction.
He walked back into the shower with two towels.First, he wrapped one around my body.Then he wrapped one around my head.
“Come.”He grabbed my hand.“I'll dry your hair.”
That sounded—fantastic.
I loved my hair, but—oh, my gosh, it took forever to dry.
“It's fine.I can do it myself,” I told him, but still hoped he'd do it for me.
Stefan frowned before going back into the shower for the chair.
“Sit,” he said once he set the chair down close to the vanity.I gladly obeyed him and thought this might be the one and only time anyone ever did this for me.He had no idea how long it took for my hair to dry.He was going to regret offering to do this for me.
“I'll be right back.I need to change first,” he said and pulled a dry towel off the rack on his way out.
The mirror caught my eye—and I stared at the pale, sickly looking woman looking back at me.
Yikes.
It was a miracle Stefan hadn't run screaming.
I ran my tongue over my teeth and cringed.“Yuck.”I stood and searched through the drawers for a toothbrush.There were plenty of new ones in the drawer by the sink.It didn't take me long to pull one out of its box and use it after I flossed.My mouth finally felt fresh and clean again—but I still used mouthwash just in case.
