Lady In Red

22

"I do not remember gifting you this. "

My eyes peer at him. He remembered every piece of jewellery he gave me at the wedding.

"It belonged to my grandmother"

A soft nod was what he replied with, making me nervous when he slowly took it off me. His hand brushed over my chest and it throbbed under that finger, he threw me over his shoulder earning a loud gasp from me and taking me aback. I felt nothing but embarrassed as he made his way towards the bath and all I could see was his rear end.

He picked me up like a sack of potatoes, so unconcerned by his own actions. His whole personality revolved around being unapologetic. And still, I found it humorous. A man who did not care about anything but getting what he wanted, seemed curious and intriguing.

Many of the ladies would find this displeasing. Being touched without showing softness before. I suppose there was something wrong with me. As I quite enjoyed his manhandling ways with me.

My stomach flipped as he set me down near the bathtub.

I didn't have to question. I knew what he wanted. I sniffed softly because of my runny nose and slowly got in. My body relaxed in the hot water and the chilly shivers over my body disappeared.

He got in behind me and he made himself comfortable before pulling me by my waist into him. I sat with my nerves constantly on edge between his huge legs. His hands are around my waist and I feel the hot water drip down my scape. I closed my eyes at the warm feeling.

Pushing my now wet hair on my side so it wasn't stuck to his chest he guides me to lay my back on his chest. I couldn't just sit in that uncomfortable position but feeling his chest on my back seemed more erotic than just comfortable. With his arms around me and me trying to get away wasn't an option.

I had a pull towards him. And although I hated being a part of that treaty. He had respected me. I liked him. And he made me feel attached.

Like I wouldn't find anyone else like him. Perhaps it was because he was the only man whom I could depend on for my future. I didn't believe in their beliefs. I wasn't one of them. But... It was unusual for a human to get attached to someone like this. Surely there was something wrong with me.

My eyes opened and I sat up immediately as I felt a hard thing poke my bum. My hands cover my mouth as I turn around to see him eyeing me with anger.

Oh lord....

"S-sorry"

"Get. Back. Here" He commanded with his clenched teeth causing me to go back like an obedient pet. But this time his hard pressing right up my rare.

My core tensed so did my body as his finger traced my back. My neck, down till my waist, his fingers wrapping around my torso and his thumb softly rubbing up and down.

" How do you feel? " He asked kissing my neck.

If he wants me to answer properly, he shouldn't distract me. I tried to get my words out but my body was too overwhelmed by his lips tracing over my neck and back.

"I asked you a question, Ruby"

That was a threat.

My name, him calling me like that felt like a way to make sure I wouldn't defy him. And it did work.

"G-good. Forgive me if I made a fool out of myself. I didn't know how much I had. "

"You didn't"

I nodded. I was still very much drunk. But the hot bath calmed me down.

I turn just a bit to see him lean back and I hesitate before I let my finger touch his collar. He seemed to freeze almost making his skin taut under my finger. Not like me. More like a grunt and his body jerked back slightly.

I wasn't completely aware of my actions. The alcohol in me let me do what I wouldn't do normally, which was enjoy that steaming body under my fingers. I wanted to see how it felt it.

Didn't disappoint.

I traced my fingers over his chest, over his scars, going down his pecks to his torso before he stopped my hand.

I feared he didn't like me touching him. That he didn't allow it. But as he guides my hand to press completely against his beating heart. I felt myself come to ease.

I had no more strength to hear his heart as it caused my heart to beat faster and it was unbearable. I grabbed the wash clothes from the table beside the tub.

Perhaps I could distract my mind by doing something.

Holding it scrunched in my hand and lifting it to show him, " May I? " I asked softly.

He nodded and I slowly washed his neck. My hands moved down to his chest and stopped.

"You have to do it properly.." He said making me bite my lower lip to stop my smile.

As I took my hands further down to his lower torso line, I saw him close his eyes and sigh. But I never touched him below that. I was scared of it.

Too big..who knew what he'd do to me if I did touch it? Perhaps take me to bed...

I burst my bubble and blinked away those atrocious thoughts.

Bad! Very bad Ruby

I rubbed the washcloth over his legs before grabbing some lavender oil. I was busy rubbing it between my palms when he squeezed my waist tight.

"Ah! " That sounded so wrong.

I blush feeling flutters in my stomach as he picked me up and manoeuvred my legs on either side. Having me sit on his lap. Straddling him.

Ah yes, Before I could feel it on my back now I can feel it, right there. I could feel my insides clench.

His brow raised slightly, a subtle grin, daring me to continue and then I looked down at my mistake. His eyes dug into my soul, his hands squeezing my waist while I, I acknowledged my mistake and wondered how my body and mind could ever work together with this man around me.

"Sorry"

"Apologies should be backed by actions. " He says grabbing the washcloth cloth and placing it over my neck.

I sucked in a deep breath as he moved it from my neck to my back. He pulled me closer, A feeling better than just anything I ever felt.

I felt the hot cloth drag against my lower back and then come to my stomach before his hand came right up to my Boussom.

He didn't stop. Letting my moan out as he touched my breasts. The only barrier was that cloth.

That darn cloth.

I was shocked myself by thinking that.

He rubbed it over my me till he dragged it over my nip*les and I winced catching him off guard. His eyes snapped to mine telling of his concern.

He looked worried.

"They.... They can be sensitive sometimes" My whisper, my words were messed up. Any minute now, I would faint under his stare and hold and there I would leave my face in embarrassment.

I was blushing red in a bad way. I could tell.

"I see, Then my hand should be enough"

I didn't understand that.

"Huh? " Before I could comprehend he had dropped that cloth and grabbed my breasts.

"Oh !"

Doing something out of nowhere was of second nature to this man.

I moaned out loud as he squeezed them and brushed his thumb over my n*****s making me squirm.

"Aren't you going to put that on me? "

What?

His eyes look at my hands covered in oil, Oh lord if I could run and hide my face.