Page 14 of Twisted Salvation
“Okay,” I reply slowly.
“I’ll have you shower with me so that I can help you. I can also help you take a bath. I can’t let you shower or take a bath alone, because you need to limit using your hands,” he says. “If you tear those stitches, you could cause more damage. You narrowly escaped permanent damage, and I’d like to not test fate with this one.”
“Oh… I… Oh,” I say, understanding that he is going to have to do everything for me from bathing me to wiping my ass. “I don’t know how to feel.”
“I can also ask Natalie and Matt to come and stay here so she can help,” he says seriously.
“No,” I sigh. “Whatever leads to me being able to lie down and sleep the quickest.”
“Showering with me would be the quickest,” he says.
“I’m going to be very blunt with you, Dom,” I say. “You are insanely hot, and I’ve never had an orgasm before. You already fuck with my head, so my drugged-up ass seeing you naked is going to lead to some pretty filthy thoughts.”
“I’d better make sure the water isn’t too cold, or I might give you the wrong impression,” he jokes, making me laugh. “Right now, I’m just caring for you. I am absolutely not even going near any ofthose thoughts I have in my head about you, or ones that are about to emerge, until you are fully healed.”
“Is it because of my face looking fucked up? I’m sure you have a paper bag around here somewhere,” I say.
“You are a brat,” he smiles.
“It’s the trauma,” I laugh. “Alright… I’m exhausted. Let’s just do this so I can sleep. I don’t have to sleep naked, do I?”
“No,” he laughs and helps me stand up. “I can give you one of my shirts. I’ll wash your clothes so you have those for tomorrow. Although Natalie will probably bring you something to wear in the morning.”
“Ah, yes, wearing nothing but a shirt with no panties in my hot doctor’s house,” I say.
“In bed with me as well. If you have a nightmare, which I think you might, I need to make sure you don’t hurt yourself,” he says.
“Just focus on my fucked-up face, and you won’t be tempted to diddle me in my sleep,” I smile.
“Meh. The lights will be off,” he jokes. “Come on.”
I lazily follow him to the bathroom, and he shuts the door before turning the water on. He sits me on the edge of the large claw-foot tub before kneeling to take my shoes off. He leaves for a second before coming back with something much like plastic wrap. He gently wraps my wrists to keep the water out before helping me stand. I close my eyes and try to focus for a second before I panic.
“Talk to me,” he says, keeping his hands on my waist to keep me from wobbling.
“I just… I hate the way I look,” I say quietly.
“Why?” he says. “I’m going to keep going, and I want you to keep your eyes closed, but stop me if you need a moment, okay?”
“Okay,” I sigh. He starts by carefully getting my shirt off me, and I make myself talk. “Leon would always tell me that I’m too big. My ass is too big. My thighs. My belly. My boobs are too big, so they sag… All the women he would cheat on me with were pretty little blondes, and I’m just a short, chubby woman with curly, shit-brown hair.”
“Want to know what I see?” he asks as he unbuttons my pants.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“I see a gorgeous woman with long,beautifulbrown hair. She is short and curvy. Her ass is big, but it’ssexyas hell. Every inch of her isbeautiful.Her breasts are…perfection. Cuddling with her would be a dream, really. But you want to know the best part?” he asks, resting his hands on my waist as I stand naked in front of him.
“What?” I ask with a shaky voice.
“I still love her no matter what she looks like,” he says, leaning in to speak softly in my ear. “I will still be thefirstman to make her come, and it won’t be just once. No… It’s going to be repetitive. I’m going to have my face buried between her gorgeous, thick thighs, eating her pussy until she begs for mercy, but I won’t stop. I’ll keep going and going and going until she can’t take any more. Only then will I fuck her the way she deserves to be fucked. She’s my queen, and I will show her exactly how a competent man should treat a queen.”
“I… don’t need my wrists for that,” I say, nearly panting.
“When you are healed,” he says. “Until then, we will spend time getting to know each other more outside of my office.”
“Yes,” I say. “All of that. Yes.”
“I’m going to get undressed. Can you keep yourself from drooling, Blossom?”
