Page 22 of Violent Delights

Her voice is so weak, so frightened, suppressing another round of tears. It feels as if she truly fears me.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I promise. “I’m just going to dry you off. Turn around.”

She sighs, her breath trembling the same as her voice and body. The makeup she wore must not have been waterproof, as most of it has disappeared, leaving only a small hint of black smudge around her blue eyes. Just like everything else, her eye color is not an ordinary blue, but underlined with hints of gray. This is the first time that I notice, now that she’s standing in bright light and it’s hitting her from a different angle than before.

“I’m not going to touch you,” I tell her. “Just stay still.”

She nods. I want to believe that her shivering is not only because of her fear for me, but because she’s getting cold now that the shower is turned off.

I go down on my knees before her, something that she won’t see often. It’s a gesture that serves a purpose. I don’t know if she’s just an incredibly good actress, or if she’s actually afraid of me, but in any case, I need to gain her trust. She needs to know that I stay true to my words, the good and the bad.

I told her that I wouldn’t touch her, and I won’t. When I begin to dab the water off her body, I make sure that there’s no direct skin to skin contact. The towel is always between us, never exposing her to my touch, no matter if I travel along her ankles, her slim legs, her soft thighs, her alluring core, or the curves of her perfect breasts.

I can sense her relaxing more and more with every inch. Her growing trust is palpable.

“Lift your arms,” I tell her, and she obeys immediately.

I finish drying her off, gently lowering her arms when I wrap the giant towel around her shoulders.

“You may wrap this around you, if you feel more comfortable,” I whisper in her ear. “But you’re not putting on any clothes just yet.”

She doesn’t give me a reply, but wraps the towel around herself, hiding her beautiful body from my hungry eyes.

“Did you enjoy that shower?” I want to know.

She nods. “Yes.”

“What do good girls say?”

A frown fleets across her face. “Yes, Master.”

I lift an eyebrow at her. “Almost. I just gave you a treat. Don’t you think you should thank me?”

Her eyes flicker with hatred. She’s brilliant. The agency really did an excellent job this time.

“Thank you, Master,” she hisses. And even though her words aren’t heartfelt, I let her go for now.

“You’re welcome, Pet,” I say. “Come with me.”

I lead her by hooking my finger in the ring on her collar, wishing I had taken the leash with me so I could do this properly.

Later.

She holds on tightly to the towel wrapped around her body, her face apathetic and hard to read, as she follows me into the next room.

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