Page 15 of Twisted Salvation
“No,” I say with a smile. “I like that. Blossom.”
“Like a lotus. You can bloom anywhere you want,” he says sweetly. He steps back from me, and I still don’t open my eyes. I don’t want to open them to find that this is a dream, but I can hear him undressing.
“Did I bother you?” I ask. “Were you busy when I sent my location?”
“You did not bother me, but I was at a club that I own with Matt,” he says.
“You own a club?” I ask.
“I do. It’s called Sensoria,” he says. My eyes snap open, and my breath catches when my eyes slowly drag down his body. He is naked now, and my mouth falls open when I see that not only doeshe have a monstrously sized cock, but he’s pierced. He is toned and has a perfect body. Everything about him is perfect. “Myra.”
“Huh?” I ask, still stunned. “I… I’m sensitive to drugs.”
“I see that,” he says with a smirk.
“You own Sensoria?” I ask. I’ve heard about that club before. Leon wanted to go there, but he couldn’t get a membership. I doubt he wanted to take me there, but I know it’s some sort of sex club or something. I never looked it up because I didn’t want to know what he was up to.
“I do,” he says. “Come here.”
Dominic puts his hand on my lower back and leads me toward the shower. I’m still incredibly unsteady on my feet. The shower is large and has a built-in seating area. It looks like it is also a sauna. He has me sit, and he steps over to one of the rainfall showerheads to wash himself. I don’t realize that I am staring with my mouth open until he looks over at me and chuckles.
“We should probably hurry because I think you need some sleep,” he says with the same smirk tugging at his lips.
“Jesus. You are… Are you sure you want me?” I ask. He narrows his eyes at me before putting his hand on the wall behind me and leaning down. He gently tilts my head up to look at him, and I easily get lost in his eyes.
“Why wouldn’t I want you, Blossom?” he asks.
“You are… I am… Fuck, you’re sexy, Dominic,” I declare.
“As are you, my love,” he says softly. “Why did you question the club?”
“Leon was trying to get a membership there, but couldn’t. I know it’s a sex club or something, but I didn’t want to look it up because I didn’t want to know what he was up to,” I say.
“It’s a mental-health-centered BDSM club,” he says simply, stepping back to continue washing his body.
“I am entirely too woozy to question that right now,” I say as I watch him lather his body with soap. Once he has all my blood washed off his body, he puts shampoo in his hair. He has his eyes closed as he massages it in, and I wish I had the strength to help him.
“I don’t think you’ll survive my answers right now,” he laughs as he rinses his hair. “I find it humorous that you are struggling, but I also know I’m in for it here in just a moment.”
“Oh?” I ask.
“Mhmm. Touching you without being able to make you feel good is going to be… hard,” he says.
“What on earth would possess you to stick a needle in your dick?” I ask, and he laughs heartily.
“My sweet Blossom, one day you will get to feel exactly why I would do that,” he says, looking back at me.
“You can’t say things like that. I’m high out of my fucking mind over here,” I say. He smiles softly as he comesover to me. He takes my hands and helps me stand up before he turns on the showerhead above us. The water pressure is amazing, and I groan softly as I close my eyes.
He starts off washing my hair. He is using his shampoo and conditioner, and the scent of it is fucking mind-numbing. “No one has ever taken care of me like this,” I admit quietly. He says nothing and continues to massage my scalp. The noises that are coming out of me are unreal. He puts conditioner in my hair before washing my body. He is using a washcloth, but his hands are still on my body. I have blood covering my face, neck, chest, abdomen, arms, and down my thighs. He goes so slowly and gently washes away the dried blood. My eyes are closed, but I can tell he is struggling when he is cleaning the blood off my breasts.
The washcloth grazes over my nipples, and I gasp softly, making him groan. “You’ve got to quit making these noises, Blossom.”
“It feels nice,” I admit. Dominic continues to cleanse my body with his body wash. As he moves down my body, his touch is lighter. When he gets to my thighs, I am nearly panting. His touch is still intentional as he washes my body, but I’m struggling as he gets close to more intimate areas. “I can…”
“No, Myra. You can’t,” he says gently. “You cannot use your hands.”
“This is sohard,” I admit.
