Page 19 of Corrupted Guilt

As I clean up the glass and scattered bath salt, I can feel her eyes on me. She’s been through hell tonight, I remind myself.

Every part of me wants to stay here with her, I finally finish cleaning and turn to go.

“Wait,” she says.

I stop and my pulse races again.

“I was trying to wash my hair, before. But my back and shoulders hurt … ”

She needs help.

“I just wanted to wash that …him... off me...” Her voice almost breaks.

“And you need a hand,” I finish. She nods.

A friend in need.

I can’t turn my back on her in her moment of need.

“Anything,” I reply lightly, unbuttoning my cuffs and rolling up my shirt sleeves.

I settle on the edge of the tub, catching sight of flushed, pink skin draped in bubbles. Katya looks nervous, awaiting my approval. I hadn’t expected to see that on Katya’s face and I’m caught off guard by the intense surge of lust that rises in response.

Is this that obedience she refused to ever give me?

I turn on the water, check to make sure the temperature is perfect. I lift the shower attachment and carefully hold it up to her head, letting the water soak in her long, raven hair.

Katya tips her head back as the hot water pours over her scalp. I freeze when I see the massive bruise on her back. Then I start again, I squeeze a silver dollar-size plop of shampoo into my palms and slide my fingers into her hair. I try to work quickly, detached, but Katya sighs with pleasure.

“That feels amazing,” she says softly. I can see her lips part sensuously, and I fight the urge to bend down and kiss them and take her bottom lip between my teeth.

I work my fingers through her hair and down her neck, stroking softly as I go.

It’s torture since I’ve decided not to fuck her tonight.

She just needs me to take care of her tonight. To help her feel safe. If I fuck her when she’s feeling like this, she’ll confuse my lust with actual feelings. That would be too cruel.

I stop my massage and rinse the shampoo from her hair.

“All done, now.” I keep my tone light, forcing a smile. I don’t want her to know my cock is throbbing.

Katya twists to look at me. Her eyes are wide, and water spikes her dark lashes.

“Really? No conditioner?” she teases and turns to look at me. She winces as she twists and thinks better of it, sinking her back down in the warm water again.

“Fuck,” she says and exhales deeply. “I thought he was going to kill me.”

“I wouldn’t have let that happen.”

“Did… did you kill him?”

I raise my eyebrows. “If I did, how would that make you feel?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to find out?” I ask.

She considers it, then shakes her head.

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