Page 16 of Twisted Salvation
“I will not do anything you do not want me to do, Myra. My only goal right now is to make you comfortable so you can sleep. Okay? I can get Natalie. They don’t live far.”
“No, I trust you,” I say. “It’s just hard not to want more.”
“I know,” he says as he gently slides the washcloth up my inner thigh. “Your body is tired.”
“I know,” I sigh.
“Okay. I’m going to rinse you off, and we can get you laid down,” he says. I nod, and he gets the handheld sprayer and has me tip my head back so he can rinse the conditioner out of my hair. When he is done, he starts rinsing the soap off my body. Once he rinses my back, he leans me against the wall for support as he makes his way down my body. I am hypersensitive, so when the sprayer hits my nipples, I sigh. Everything is fine until he gets to my thighs again. My legs are spread apart slightly so he can rinse me off completely, but this allows the spray access to my pussy.
Neither of us expects it when a small moan slips out. When he goes to move, I gently rest my hands on his chest and shake my head, wanting him to continue doing what he’s doing. It feels incredible and relaxes me.
“This is not how I want your first experience to be,” he says softly.
“I don’t want the feeling to go away,” I whisper.
“The first time you come, I want to be with my mouth on your pussy,” he says, moving the water away from me. “You need to rest,Myra. You don’t understand how unbelievably difficult it is right now to not give you what you want, but your health is my priority. You have been through a lot.”
“Wasn’t it you that said no one can tell me what I can and cannot want?” I ask.
“Yes,” he chuckles. “But you nearly died. I held you as your breathing shallowed and your heart rate slowed significantly. You need to rest.”
“I feel crazy for wanting this,” I admit.
“You are not crazy. Your emotions are heightened, and you are running on adrenaline. It is absolutely not uncommon for people to be hypersexual after trauma,” he says.
“Don’t talk to me like a psychiatrist,” I laugh.
“Okay,” he chuckles. “Being horny after getting raped is a normal response. Some people seek out consensual intimacy, while others swear it off.”
“What about you? What about the people close to those who get hurt?” I ask.
“For me specifically, I just want to comfort you in any way possible. I want to find a way to make it better, even if only for a moment,” he says. “I feel helpless because I can’t make it better. Only time will help.”
“You are helping,” I say, opening my eyes to look at him. “Simply giving a fuck about me is helpful.”
“Let’s get you dry,” he says with a soft smile. Dominic shuts the water off and grabs a towel from outside the shower to wrap around his waist. When he turns back to me, he wraps me in a towel and helps get me out of the shower. The exhaustion is taking over, and I am becoming more unsteady on my feet as he pulls a T-shirt over my head.
“I’m so tired,” I mumble as he dries my hair.
“I know. Let’s go lie down,” he suggests. I nod, and instead of making me walk, he scoops me into his arms again. Dominic lays me on his bed, and when I’m covered up, he moves to his closet to grab some clothes. I watch him as he tosses the towel into his hamper and steps into gray sweatpants. When he shuts off the light, panic starts to swell inside of me. I don’t know why, but I hate the dark.
“Hey, I’m right here,” Dominic says, flipping the lamp beside the bed on. “Want me to keep this on?”
“Please,” I whisper.
“Okay,” he says with a smile before getting in bed beside me.
“Thank you for saving me, Dominic,” I say.
“No need to thank me,” he says, rolling to his side to face me. I carefully roll to my side and have one arm resting across my abdomen while the other is pulled up to my chest.
“He’s not going to stop,” I mumble. “He won’t let me live.”
“Rest, Myra. More tomorrow,” he says, gently kissing my forehead.
Chapter Six
Myra
