Page 35 of Blazing Desires
I take a change of clothes into the bathroom and strip. Climbing into the shower, I turn the handle until I’m hit with the spray. It takes a minute to warm up, but I love the shock ofthe cold to wash any scraps of sleepiness trying to hold on to my mind.
I scrub myself clean, determined to not think of the beautiful woman in the room next door. It doesn’t work. Sleeping next to her is a cruel torture, to not be able to do all the things I want to. My hand glides over my dick, hard from just the thought of sleeping next to her.
I give in and picture her against that door frame, my mind racing through all the things I was ready to do. I imagine her in the bath, the bubbles barely concealing the parts of her body I want to see the most. I see her hands moving under the water, creating ripples as she touches herself for me.
I swipe my thumb over the tip of my cock, spreading the pre-cum over my length. My hand darts out to brace myself on the tiles as I pump faster in time to her imagined movements, the warm spray pounding into my back as I moan her name.
The base of my spine tingles, stars bursting behind my eyes as I get closer to my release. The bubbles are all gone now and she’s on full display for me in my mind’s eye, stepping out of the bath and letting me pick her up to place her on the edge of the sink.
She parts her legs for me, her pretty pink pussy on full display before I bury my cock inside her. She feels how much I fill her, how deep inside her I am. I work my cock at a brutal pace, in my imagination and reality. It’s too much and I come hard, my seed spilling out of me and making a mess on the tiles.
My breathing is ragged, and it takes me a minute before I can move, to be able to stand straight without my legs giving out. This is the second time I’ve done this to the thought of her and it’s just as intense as the first. I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life.
I clean my mess and shut the shower off, stepping out of the steam to dry myself. I shouldn’t do it, but I can’t help myself. I goto the cupboard under the sink and pull out the bubble bath she used last night.
I’m a creep.
I unscrew the cap and take a deep breath of the scent before putting it back on and placing it where it was. I dress and throw my towel in the hidden laundry chute I found on my initial sweep. When she didn’t answer last night I had all kinds of thoughts running through my mind, one of them being that someone had climbed up it and had hurt her. Knowing she had fallen asleep didn’t make it any better.
The morning and afternoon pass the same way as yesterday, but minus the walk. We spend time eating and laughing. She reads to me or tells me about her favourite books. All too soon the sun dips lower in the horizon, and I can’t help feeling like time with her is passing by too quickly. I watch her every move, not knowing when things will change with us, but certain that at some point they will. Eventually, she’ll find out my secrets and will want nothing to do with me.
“What?” she asks, shyness lacing her words.
Shit, I’ve been staring at her the whole time. I silently curse myself for forgetting to be subtle about it but before I can answer, there’s a knock on the door. I unfold myself from the armchair, grateful not to have to lie to her—or worse, be honest.
I hover my right hand over my gun, ready to pull it should I need to before opening the door. I should have pulled it anyway. I find Noel standing too close to the door and angling his head in to try and get a glimpse of Davina. My blood boils as I hold the door so it’s only open a crack.
“What do you want, Noel?”
"Boss wants Davina down for dinner in one hour in the sunroom. I suggest you aren't late, otherwise Daddy's little princess might get in trouble."
“Got it.”
I close the door in his face and lock it, not wanting to talk to him any longer than I have to. I get satisfaction out of pissing him off and won’t hesitate to take an opportunity when it comes my way.
"That was Noel."
I say into the quiet room to Davina as my phone vibrates against my leg. I pulled it out and read the text that came through.
Blaze, Dinner is at 6 PM in the sunroom. Please bring my darling Davina down promptly and ensure she doesn't look like she's been lounging around all day. Mr. Elodie
"Prick" I mutter. "Dinner is at six with your father. You need to get ready. You have forty minutes."
“What? Tonight?”
“I just got a message. Go make yourself presentable. You now have thirty-nine minutes.”
Stress settles over me and makes my tone harsher than I intend it to be, and her flinch has me taking a step toward her. But before I can move closer, she heads around the table and into the dressing room without a single glance at me.
This fucking sucks.
When Davina still hasn't emerged from the dressing room after almost twenty minutes, I go to the door to knock and tell her it's time to leave. I gave us ten minutes to get to the sunroom—no fucking way would I give that piece of shit a reason to punish her further for being late.
Sick fucker, eating dinner in that room.
As I raise my fist to knock on the dressing room door, it swings open. My hand pauses mid-air as my mouth parts at the sight before me.
Holy fucking fuck.
