I’m aware of that, but I’m even more aware of how much I dislike my body. And he’s the last person I’d ever want to see me naked.
“There’s nowhere for me to go, why do you insist on watching me shower?”
“In case you try to kill yourself.”
“I’m feeling more homicidal than suicidal these days.” Although, if he makes me take my clothes off in front of him, that might change.
Caleb’s tone is firm when he orders, “Clothes, Jay. Now.”
Reluctantly, I unhook my bra and slide my panties down my legs. I’m overly aware of his golden eyes blazing into me. I splay my palm over my mound and chest, curling my knees inward to try to cover myself again.
From the looks of it, Caleb’s toilet is the only thing behind a closed door. The shower is a rectangular glass prism in the center of his room. Which is unfortunate for me because he can really see everything.
I look around, hoping that I’m wrong. “Is there another shower I can use? Preferably one with a door.”
Caleb’s fists open and close as his patience dwindles. “One of two things are going to happen. And you have exactly threeseconds to decide because my patience can’t handle much longer with you”—he hums and eyes me up and down— “like this.”
I retreat backward from him, clutching my boobs to my chest.
He continues to follow me. “You can either shower while I watch, or I willbeyour shower and lick you clean. Your choice.”
My heel hits the shower’s enclosure. On contact, I step back into the shower and trace the wall for the knob.
Caleb backs away and plops onto his bed, waiting for the show to start.
I step into the spray and let the water wash from my crown, down my skin and into the drain. With shaky hands, I grab the shampoo from the shelf. Flipping open the lid, I let its subtle honey scent fill my nose. Feeling the weight of the bottle, I can tell it’s been opened but never used. There’s another shampoo bottle on the shelf closer to the glass wall. That bottle has clearly been used repeatedly, judging by its deformed shape from being squeezed.
Why does he have an unopened, feminine-smelling shampoo if he doesn’t use it?
Then another thought comes to my mind. Maybe it does get used by the women he brings here. Maybe this is just a new bottle. This bothers my wolf, but I shake the feeling.
Honey fills the room as I shampoo and condition my hair, finger combing my tangled mess. Once rinsed, I grab the loofa and soap.
Peering over my shoulder, I catch Caleb smirking with a subtle flash of gold in his eyes.
Probably getting off on my humiliation.
“Rub every inch of yourself clean, even the parts you don’t want me to see.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks.
“Face me. I want to watch.”
I gulp. Despite how self-conscious I feel, I refuse to let him get any satisfaction. I turn to face him and keep my chin up.
Caleb licks his lips as I lather myself.
Pervert.
And you like it,my wolf chastises.
I hate that she’s right. There’s something alluring about having his eyes on me. I start imagining all the ways I could make him suffer like he has made me. And that doesn’t help me because I have the deviant plan to get rid of the loofah and use my hands instead.
If he wants me to get every inch, I’ll make sure to do just that. I squeeze the bottle, letting it make a swirl in the palm of my hand. My tone is pleasant when I repeat his instructions like I’m genuinely seeking clarification. “Every inch?”
Transfixed on me, he nods slowly.
I lather my stomach and neck simultaneously, moving around to my back and collarbone and down the entirety of my arms. I rake my nails over my skin, leaving trails through the soap.
