Page 21 of Bound in Sacrifice

“Sit still,” I command her, letting go of her hair.

She pulls her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around them. Her sideboob is accentuated by the force of her legs squishing her tits. She would hate that I can see it, but I’m certainly not going to tell her. My cock hardens and pushes painfully against the zipper of my pants.

“What kind of appointment?” she asks.

“You’ll find out when you get there.”

She sighs heavily and pouts as I squeeze some shampoo onto my palm and rub it into her silky, chestnut brown hair.

“You need to relax,” I tell her.

“I can’t do that with you in here, especially when you’re yelling at me and pulling my hair.”

“A lot of women like having their hair pulled,” I taunt her.

“Well, I’m not a lot of women.”

No, you’re not.

I wonder if she’s a virgin. If not, how many guys has she slept with? One? Two? More? No. Two, maybe, but I’m guessing no more than that. My little lamb is virtuous.

Grabbing the cup from the ledge, I fill it with water and rinse the shampoo from her hair. I repeat the process with the conditioner and once I’ve made sure that all of it is out, I stand and bring her a towel.

“Use the soap to wash your body thoroughly. Don’t forget to shave. I’ll be right back.”

I don’t miss the daggers that she shoots my way as I enter the dressing closet and adjust my cock. I’m hard as a fucking rock. Taking care of her like this brings back a lot of painful memories. I don’t even know what I’m still doing in here. I lied about needing to be here so she wouldn’t try running away again. I could have easily just locked her in her room.

I need to get out of here and try to fucking compose myself before her training session. I open my cell phone and shoot Luca a text asking if Paige is allowed to help Rosabelle again. I doubt he punished her, but I won’t make assumptions about what goes on between another Dom and his sub. He responds almost immediately, telling me that she is on her way.

I peek into the bathroom and find Rosabelle with one leg up on the side of the tub, razor in hand. I can’t believe I’m hiding in here, what the fuck is wrong with me? Fucking pathetic. Why do I care if she knows I’m looking? I’ll look at her whenever I damn well please and she can learn to like it.

I give her a few more minutes before checking on her again. When I do, I catch a glimpse of her perfectly round ass. Just before she wraps a towel around herself, I exit the closet. Within seconds, I hear Paige calling her name from the bedroom.

“Wait here. Paige will be in to help you in a second.” I pass Rosabelle, still standing in the bathtub, fumbling to get the towel around herself before I can see her body.

Too late.

“Nice ass, by the way.”

“Hey!” I hear her exclaim, but I don’t acknowledge it.

When I exit the bathroom, Paige is standing just inside the doorway.

“I don’t think she’ll run again but if she does, know that you won’t be to blame for it.”

“Yes, Sir,” she acknowledges.

“I’ve laid out her training uniform, please have her dressed and downstairs on time. Lunch will be here shortly. If there are any problems, contact Luca.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Thank you, Paige.”

Chapter Ten

Rosabelle

Relief washes over me as The Beast leaves the bathroom and tells me that Paige will be coming back. I thought he was going to stay here and watch me get dressed. I pat my body dry with the towel and wait for further instruction.

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