“Taking a short nap already, I see. You’ll probably need a longer one soon. After you eat, though. We can’t have you skipping meals while you’re here. You already do that enough when you’re on your own as it is.”
He rubs the cloth over my stomach and pecs before rolling one of my nipples between the rough material. I squirm and his expression is tense as he moves to the next one. I curse under my breath, and he lets out a sigh.
“Yeah. A little better with rough items, but still too sensitive in this area.”
He plucks what looks like a handkerchief from his side coat pocket and the fabric is soft when caressing around my areolas. As soon as the silky threads come in direct contact with my already hard nub, I shudder and a long moan pours from me. He repeats the action on my other side, and I thrust like a fish out of water. “Oh,” I say, grounding myself against the bed with my curled fists.
“Yeah, we’ll definitely need more work with softer items. At least in that specific area.” His gaze drops and he lick his lips as he drapes the soft fabric over my hardening cock. I pump my hips, eyes rolling back and heels digging into the mattress.
“Here too.”
His eyes fall further down my body and the cloth follows, trailing down each thigh. My reaction isn’t as strong this time, but it picks back up when he lifts my knees and slides the cloth over my taint. My outer rim gives him the same response, and so do my balls.
“There’s so much work yet to be done. We’ll have to come back to that later. I still need to finish cleaning you up and get food in that growling tummy.”
I laugh as my stomach grumbles again. “Yeah, probably a good idea. I can finish the wipe down if you want?”
“No. I should do it, so I can see if your sensitivity level to the towel is the same everywhere else.”
Setting my legs down, he parks himself between my thighs and uses another warm, wet rag from a pink square bin on the nightstand. He wrings it out before wiping around my groin, but it still leaves several droplets behind. Both ends are then wrapped around my shaft, and he glides it up before slowly working his way back down.
My breaths stutter and his lips purse as he turns the towel around to clean my underside. My sounds and breathing are the same. None of it changes until he’s rubbing between my asscheeks. I’m moving from side to side, kicking out my feet while whining.
“Oh, sweetheart. The sensitivity issues are really bad there, aren’t they?” He rubs over me again and I tense, becoming a sputtering mess.
“Yeah, they are. We’ll come back to that too. I’ll have to make note of all this while you’re getting dressed so I don’t forget.”
“Do I . . . can I wear real clothes today?”
He gives me a stare. “During brunch and your nap, but I think it’ll be easier to be in the gown for the rest of the day.” He backs away, tossing the towels back in the bin. “Easier for both of us.” Both corners of his lips tilt and he climbs off the bed.
I go slack and look up at the ceiling as he rummages in one of the drawers. “These should fit you way better than my clothes. I picked them up on my way home from the grocery store yesterday.”
Turning to my side, I reach for the pair of black Adidas pants and white V-neck. They’re my exact size. He did wash my other clothes, so he could have gotten my size from there. They’re brand new with tickets. I know he already said that, but as I fumble with the string of the pants, I shove the ticket in the pocket. I’ve never owned brand new name-brand clothes before.
Most of my stuff was either bought secondhand, stolen, or handed down from someone else. I stroke the label and bend my legs to slip my feet through first.
“Need help, or will you be okay here on your own?”
I get both legs all the way in okay and meet his hard gaze. “I’ll be okay. What are we eating?”
“I told you I’d keep surprising you, didn’t I?”
“Yeah.” I nod, slipping on the shirt next. “You did.”
“I think you’ll like it. It’s one of my favorite breakfast foods.”
“I think I will too,” I quip, tugging on the hem of my shirt.
He leaves me alone in the room and I lay back in the bed, pulling the blanket over me. Closing my eyes, I press my cheek to the pillow, inhaling the air as the savory smell of potatoes surrounds me. I lift my head, stretching my neck as I hear his soft humming from the kitchen. He left the door open. I’m clearly not a prisoner here if he left the door open. Have I been free to move all through the house whenever I wanted all this time?
Nine
Sam
My phone keeps going off and I continue to ignore it, both the phone calls and texts. They don’t matter right now. Nothing matters but my patient. I recently used up all my vacation days so I didn’t have to leave him too much during our first few weeks together. He thinks it’s only been five days. I laugh to myself, checking on the potatoes and eggs. He’ll figure it out eventually, but for now I think it’s better he remains in the dark. Not about just how long he’s been here, but other things too.
He really is perfect. A damn dream come true. I was struggling. The tugging that took place inside me whenever I had someone on an exam table was getting harder to ignore. The more I didn’t listen, the more drained I felt. I needed them screaming louder. I needed them grateful but also hurting before they were. I’m not talking about watering eyes and a small grunt. I needed more of a guttural scream, bloodshot eyes, and a water fountain of tears.
