She dipped her foot in first and immediately pulled it back out. “Holy shit, Damien, the water’s hot as hell.”
I smirked at her. “No, it’s not. Quit being a wimp and get in.”
Her eyes narrowed at me calling her a wimp. She dipped her foot in again and this time she hissed as she slowly sank down in front of me. I secretly wanted to shout out an exclamation in victory when she leaned her back up against my chest and settled in.
I wrapped both my arms around her just underneath her tits and held her body to mine and just laid my head back on the end of the tub and savored this moment.
“I can’t believe you’re not burning up.”
“The water needs to be hot, Fiona, so it can ease some of your soreness,” I explained. Even though I wouldn’t fault her, I didn’t want her thinking the hot water was another way for me to torture her.
She let out a quiet, “Oh.”
We sat like that silently for a while before she spoke. “You know, none of the nice things you’re doing for me will change that fact that I hate you, right?”
I wish I could say I knew she didn’t mean what she was saying, but I couldn’t. I had no doubt she meant every word she just said to me. “I know.”
“So, then, why do it? I mean, why be nice to me? We both know I’ll do whatever I have to in order to keep you from sending my parents to prison, so why bother with the niceties?”
I tried not to wince at the mention of sending her parents to prison. I hated that she really believed I’ll do that to her, even though I would. But I couldn’t win her without extortion, so she had to keep believing it until she started feeling something for me other than hate.
“You’re confusing me being nice to you with me doing what needs to be done in order for you and your body to be at my disposal, Halloween. That bag on the counter is just a bunch of practical shit I knew you were going to need. I have you for only a few more hours before I have to go back to San Francisco, I’m not going to waste them with you going home to shower.”
She got real quiet for a second, but then asked, “And the bubble bath?”
“Like I said, I only have a few more hours with you today and I plan on spending them inside your cunt. I need your body available for my cock so if I have to pour a goddamn bubble bath for it to be able to accommodate me, then so be it.”
God, I was such a fucking bastard.
Chapter 11
There aren’t enough meds in this asylum.
Fiona~
It wasn’t often that Vicky was rendered speechless but her shock was very real. I quickly wondered if I was going to have to throw a glass of water in her face to shake her out of her stupor.
“Sweet Baby Jesus, Fee. Are you for real?”
I signaled the bartender for another round. “Yep. I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried, Vee. I don’t have that good an imagination.”
“Okay, first I call bullshit on the imagination. I’ve seen your drawings and paintings. You have a wonderful and beautiful imagination.”
I snorted. “Maybe when it comes to landscapes and portraits, but not when it comes to a childhood tormentor moving away to become a multi-millionaire, only to come back for the sole purpose of extortion and blackmail over the fat girl’s body in order to keep her parents out of prison.” I took a good, long gulp out of my fresh beer before continuing. “Do you think my mind’s creative enough to come up with that Twilight Zone shit? Because it’s not, Vee. It’s not.”
She grimaced. “For the millionth time, you are not fat, Fee. You’re voluptuous and hot as hell. If I swung that way, I’d totally be wining and dining you to get into your panties.” The weirdo winked at me.
“Thanks, Vee. That means a lot to me.” I leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“So, you really called Jason and told him you couldn’t see him anymore?”
“Yes, and the phone call had been horribly uncomfortable.”
“I bet. Talk about where are the psych meds when you need them.”
After Damien and I had gotten out of the tub, he carried me and sat me on the bed. He then walked over to my