Chapter 17

SEVENTEEN

ASHLEY

A flood of warmth leaked from me when he withdrew, and I lay there in the cooling mess, unable to move.

Bobby's touches were soft, almost loving, as he released me from the leather harness and cuffs before scooping me into his arms.

‘I'm all gross,' I murmured against his chest, his heartbeat steady under my cheek.

‘You could never be gross. You're perfect.' The words made me smile, even if I truly felt revolting. For all the disgust, happiness weaved its way through my body. It's like sex had mended the piece of me that had been eroded from years of neglect. Like his cum had been some sort of glue fixing my broken insides.

I squinted at the brightness; the sun glaring through gaps in the trees. The cabin stood isolated in the woods, nothing but greenery surrounding us. Yet again, I doubted my sanity at enjoying being taken by Bobby. It wasn't normal.

Perhaps I was as sick as he was . And he recognised that in me.

The cabin looked neat and clean, from what I could see. Intimate and cosy. Bobby carried me into the bathroom and deposited me in the shower. The water hit me, cold at first but warming fast. I closed my eyes and let it wash away the morning's filth.

A few minutes later, he joined me, and I opened my eyes to see his naked body beside me. My eyes were level with his thighs from my seated position, his monstrous cock still mind-boggling, even soft. Without fuss, he washed himself, the body wash filling the steam with an earthy, herby scent. Maybe bergamot?

Seconds later his thick hands were scrubbing over my skin, washing me quickly and thoroughly, like you'd scrub a muck covered dog.

It only lasted a minute or two, but it had me squirming with lust when he dipped his hand between my thighs, pushing two fingers into me and scooping his own cum from me.

Bobby cut off the shower and opened the glass door, sending cool air skirting over my wet body.

He lifted me again, but instead of drying off, he deposited us both in a warm, bubble filled bath.

‘You already cleaned us,' I said, smiling as he pulled me against his chest.

‘I got the piss off, but I want to share this with you. I bought this tub for two and it's been only me. Humour me, Pet.' His words grazed my ear, and I tipped my head back, giving into the delicious warmth enveloping me. Bobby's arms circled me, and the way his muscles pressed into me felt like safety.

It had been too long since I'd been held.

Tears fell unbidden.

Bobby must have felt my breathing hitch, and he cradled my chin in one hand, turning my face a little more toward him.

‘I'm sorry,' I muttered, trying to tip my chin away.

‘Don't be. You're allowed to cry. Was it because of what I did to you? Was it too much?'

‘It was a lot. But it's not that. It's been so long since someone held me like this. Years. How can I be married, but also be so fucking lonely?' His thumb caressed my jaw as I spoke, and to my surprise, he leant forward a little and met my lips. Electricity filled my veins, making more tears fall.

‘You can be lonelier in a marriage than being single. If every day is a reminder of what you could have but don't, that's worse than being alone hoping to find what you need.'

‘How do you know?' I asked, his breath tingling against my lips. ‘Have you been married?'

‘No, but I saw it with my parents. My father spent every day trying to get a crumb of my mom's attention. I watched him cry when he thought no-one was looking. His heartache hurt me. He should have left, but he stayed for me. By the time I was old enough to go off to college, he was sick. The outside world saw a perfect family, but he battled against loneliness despite being in a relationship.'

He knew. No wonder he recognised it in me. There was truth in what he said. At least when I was single, there was hope beyond the stretch of loneliness. In my marriage, it stretched unendingly before me.

‘You saw the same in me?'

‘I did. I don't want you to waste your life like he wasted his. You're still young. You're attractive. You can have a whole new life beyond him. You deserve to be adored, Ashley.' Sincerity filled his voice.

‘Maybe I don't deserve to be adored. I came harder beneath you than I ever have. It wasn't loving. It was degrading. And I enjoyed it.'

‘Humiliation play doesn't make you lesser. If it makes you hot, then indulge. Life is short. Enjoy the ride.'

I squirmed against him, turning to face him in the tub. His face was less refined than I usually preferred, a rough edge to him. But his eyes pulled me in. They glittered with promise, flecks of gold amongst the deep blue. He perhaps wasn't beautiful, but he was rugged. Manly.

Good .

Despite the way he'd taken me.

Guilt still edged its way into my stomach. I was in a bath with a man who had stolen me, willingly staring into his eyes, while my husband was at home.

Would he even have noticed I was missing? If he did, would he care?