hard to be a clone of your father?” And Adam Archer, I add silently, though I won’t say that fucker’s name. Maybe I don’t have to kill him now, since he hasn’t defiled my precious rose.
It wasn’t supposed to be about her. It was supposed to be about revenge…but now. After having her here, after watching her shatter beneath me, inhaling her virgin scent as she detonated in her first ever orgasm that I and I alone wrung from her—
To my surprise, she gnaws her lip. “That’s also personal.”
I catch her chin. “You’re not theirs any longer. You’re mine.” This is the only thing I’ve become absolutely sure of over the past hour.
She’s changing everything.
But it doesn’t mean I can’t have my revenge still.
She will be my revenge now. I will take Dr. Laurel’s daughter and make her mine. I will snatch the woman Adam Archer wants right out from under his nose. When I’m done with her, she’ll crave no one else but me.
Except maybe…maybe I’ll never be done with her. If she continues to be what she appears, if she really is pure, then…
I gaze down at the perfect beauty, naked before me. Steam rises from the tub and she groans in pleasure. Can she really be all she appears to be? There’s so much more of her to explore. Not just her body, but her mind.
The tub is one of the few modern accoutrements I’ve added to the place, along with all the modern plumbing and lighting. One of the few pleasures I allow myself. It’s large and when I reach over and turn on the jets, Daphne murmurs happily.
Other than her few spitfire moments since we finished earlier, she’s mostly been like a sleepy cat. She reaches for me again and again, and I have to capture her wrists before she tries to dig her paws into my chest.
I’ll have to train my kitten, won’t I? No touching her Master.
Only I do the touching.
But she’s had enough lessons for today.
So I gently wash her. She tries to cover herself, but I tsk and pull her hands away. After a moment, her raven head sinks back against the tall edge of the tub.
“What am I doing?” she whispers, more to herself than to me. “This is so wrong.”
“Why?” I ask, sifting my hands through her long, dark, silky hair. I pour some shampoo into my hand. I added a feminine sounding shampoo to my grocery order yesterday and the scent of roses soon fills the bathroom. She leans forward when I direct her, bowing her head.
I love the shape of her tiny, delicate skull in my hands as I massage the suds in. So much life embodied in such a fragile container. And her amazing brain. I know just how smart Daphne Laurel is.
That she has the capacity for such genius and also such beautiful submission… My hands tremble as I continue to wash her hair and I’m glad she’s facing away so she can’t see.
“What do you mean, why?” she asks. “You’re my, my captor,” she sputters.
I purse my lips and continue to massage her scalp. “Or we’re two consenting adults and for a while you’re deciding to give your power over to me. You’re just realizing how good it feels to lay it down. To let me take care of you.”
I slide one suds-slippery hand down her neck and down the front of her chest to her breast and lean close. “Maybe you realize how good it feels to be bad. To let go.” I bite at her ear, and it's more than just a nibble.
She gasps and her nipples that have only been pebbled before turn hard as rocks, peeping out just above the roiling jet water.
“What’s so wrong about that?” I continue whispering in her ear before pulling away and sliding my hand back up into her hair.
She’s left panting and I smile. No one’s ever reacted to me the way she has…but maybe that’s the point, too.
I’m only able to be my true self with her. Only with each other are we able to be our true selves.
Only with each other are we able to be free.
She doesn’t say anything else as I pour pitchers of warm water over her head to wash out the shampoo.
I continue talking and washing her sweet, petite little body. “That’s right. Let go. I’ll take care of everything. You don’t have to do a thing.”
I lift her arm and run just the tips of my fingers