Page 66 of Vicious

It does please me, I say to myself.

I don’t bother to take Chase’s hand. “I think I can figure out how to shower on my own, thanks.”

Chase laughs. “But it’s more fun to shower together.”

“Fun for you, maybe,” I mutter. “Lead the way to one of your fancy showers. Or are you returning me to my cell?”

“There’s one up here.” Chase puts his hand on the small of my back, and my skin pebbles in response. “You keep acting like you want me to treat you badly, Ah-May.”

“I don’t,” I say quickly. “I asked about the fancy shower first, didn’t I?” I want to stay up here. I want to potentially have another encounter with Mrs. Hong in the kitchen, or to maybe snoop around Chase’s bedroom for real this time.

He nudges me forward, and I let him herd me out of the pool room. We go through one of the doors I haven’t been through yet, and I would examine my surroundings if he wasn’t right on my heels.

“Hold on,” I gripe. “I want to see.”

“It’s just a small sauna,” Chase says. “The shower is here.” He pushes open a large glass door, and my eyes widen when I see just how elaborate the shower actually is.

There are three shower heads, a built-in bench along one wall, direct temperature controls for the water, and of course the tile work is beautiful.

“This is what you waste your money on?” I say, hoping to hide my awe with disdain.

“Showers?” Chase asks. He turns on two of the showerheads. “I like luxury, and I can afford it, so why not? And I shower here almost more than in my en-suite, so I figured I’d make it a pleasant experience. If I wanted to shower in a tiny cubby, I’d go swimming at the gym.”

“I have a really hard time imagining you in any sort of public shower,” I say, hesitating just outside the tile. “And really, I can take a shower by myself. I don’t need you supervising me.”

“I did, back in university. I didn’t have a private pool back then.” Chase steps out of his swim briefs and hangs them on the hook by the door. I do my best not to stare at his cock. It’s currently flaccid, but I’m sure that won’t last for long.

Is it large, in comparison to other men? I honestly have no idea. I just remember what it feels like inside me, and that’s plenty big for me.

“Come on, Ah-May,” Chase says, grabbing my wrist. “I should wash your back anyway. You definitely can’t reach there.”

“It’s fine,” I say even though it’s obviously not fine. My back still aches, and I don’t want him touching it.

I don’t want to enjoy the brush of discomfort just on the edge of pain.

I push him back, trying to get him to let go of my wrist.

Chase’s brow furrows, but he only grips me tighter. He pulls me into the shower with him, and I’m very aware of how dangerous it could be to struggle in here.

But maybe dangerous isn’t too bad.

“Let go of me,” I hiss, tugging my hand again.

“No,” Chase says, smirking at me. “I’m going to wash you all over, dear May. Your back, your shoulders, your breasts… your cunt.”

I flush, and it has nothing to do with the exertion I’d just gone through or the heat of the steam rising from the tiles. His words are so filthy, the promise of something I want more than I ever want to admit. I want to keep protesting, but he’s just going to keep coming up with retorts that get dirtier and dirtier.

I’ll just bathe myself when he’s busy with his own body.

Chase has to let go of me to get the soap and the loofah. I edge as far away as I can from him, ending up with my knees knocking against the built-in bench.

He smirks at me. “There’s nowhere to run, pretty May.”

I let out an aggravated huff to try to hide the way it feels to be cornered, to know there’s nothing I can do to get him away from me. Why is it so alluring? What about it is actually arousing? I don’t understand it.

I don’t understand my own body.

“I wouldn’t need to run if you didn’t chase me,” I say.

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