Shower Lesson

The sun's rays flirted with the leaves of the oak tree grounded near the house and tickled my eyelids. I didn't bother to hide myself, but welcomed the new day. The woman who had captured my heart inside her chest was nowhere to be seen. An appalling feeling crossed my chest at the thought of not having her near me. I got up and looked for her when I heard the shower running.

I had a naughty thought, so I locked the room door.

I entered the bathroom, which was like a whole apartment, and spotted her inside the cubicle. What I was doing was risky and broke all the rules of conduct, but she needed it or she would always be stuck in that darkness with her demons.

I removed my clothes and became naked, and damn, I got too excited. But I am not ashamed, at least not with her.

She needs to see me and know that not every man is a predator who wants to harm her.

The cubicle didn't have a door, and when I entered, she was contemplating the shower. When I turned off the water, she turned around quickly and gasped, but she didn't scream. All she did was stare into my eyes and slowly come towards me.

“I am not afraid of you, Robert. I love you more than anything or anyone. I love you more than myself. If you touch me, I will melt under your hand.

If you kiss me, I will faint from lack of air because I don't want you to ever stop kissing me.

You can ask me anything, and I will give it to you, even though I know I will disappoint you.

But, Robert, if you ask for my life, I am willing to give it to you, only to you.” 

Impossible. She can't love me like this. She can't love me the way she did. How can she say the same words she said to me 15 years ago when we made love in her college room? 

She hugs me tightly, fearing to lose me. 

Our nudity didn't feel strange at all; it felt like home welcoming us.

I slowly backed away as I turned the shower back on. I took some balsamic shampoo and poured it onto her.

“Wash me,” I said shortly, and she nodded in response to my request.

I gave myself to her hands; she went out of the cubicle and brought a bamboo stool for me to sit on, making it easier for her to wash me.

Our gaze unlocked our shamelessness as she didn't mind having me naked or me seeing her bare. 

“Perfect curves, petite, but it's okay. After the first and second child, these will be abundant,” I touched her upper chest, not daring to go lower, even though her unripe jujube invited me to taste them. She couldn't hide her amusement after hearing what I said.

She passed behind my back, scraping my shoulder with a sponge, and then moved in a circular motion downwards. 

I was overwhelmed by desire, my body responding fervently to every touch of her hand. I knew it was a dangerous step for both of us, whether she refused me or accepted me. Because I am glad that nothing happened between us last night. 

She deserves a magical experience, but first she needs a lesson to never dare say those words about herself.

I let myself be in her hands as she washed me, just like my father used to do when I came back bathed in blood. He feared the reaction of the cartel, so he sent me away from home so no one would link my sister with me.

She knelt while washing my thighs and unintentionally came in contact with my intimate part, which started to have a mind of its own.

“Robert, teach me to release you from the pain you are inflicting on yourself now.” Her shyness is formidable, and if we were in different circumstances, she would be calling out to every ancient god by now. I stood up and took her hand in mine.

“Have you ever milked a cow before?” I know I am being stupid, but I have a plan.

“A cow, no, but a goat, yes. Why?” she answered innocently.

I gently placed her hand there and whispered in her ear, "Please, tenderly caress me now, like you did with the goat." I saw how she squeezed her eyes shut when she started to do it. I know her head has gone back, but I need her here, so I kissed her lips, nibbling her lower lip slightly harder than usual.

“May I touch you, fairy?” I whispered between her lips, her lips that are like an addictive drug, the taste of which I have savor to leave this world when revenge was served.

No, they aren't a drug; they are life itself. I want to live now more than ever.

“Hm,” she hummed and started releasing her grip on my manhood.

“Use words, fairy, and don't leave me.” I held her hand there and helped with the process.

She is the One. I can't believe what I am doing right now.

“Touch me,” she whispered, and my heart fluttered.

“I will, but right now, I'm... Don't stop, fairy...just like that...you're doing an amazing job.” I put my head over hers, breathing the same air until I reached release.

I growled in satisfaction, and she smiled shyly, batting her eyelashes, making me feel butterfly wings in my heart.

I kissed her, pouring my love into those lips, hugging her body, making our love liquid paint our lower bodies. Feeling her unripe jujube smoldering against my hard chest and holding her nape to guide my lips as the other one traveled down, groping her soft buttocks, it was out of this world.

My wicked fairy mimicked my motion and grabbed my buttocks too. 

I groaned, and she moaned...

We get rid from the foam and other things and came out naked. She gave me a towel and took a robe for herself.

I didn't miss something in her lower part, even when she was hurrying to hide.

“Come here,” I suggested as I settled down after fixing my towel. She came, but I could feel her hesitation.

I loosened her robe, and it opened. My eyes traveled from her breasts to her center and landed on an ugly mark.

Although it was covered by pubic hair, it was still noticeable in that part.

I reached out to touch it, but she moved away. However, I held her thighs and pressed them against mine.

“Speak, fairy!” I ordered her as she trembled, her voice imitating her body.

“I...they did it,” she let out a painful sob. I closed her robe and placed her on my lap. “Tell me everything, love.” I gently clapped her hands and waited for her.

“When they kidnapped me, they did everything bad to me, but I always fought. They told me to hold their...” she couldn't say the name.

“Continue,” I encouraged her as I kissed her hands.

“I held them, but I didn't do it like I did with you. I squeezed them hard, almost breaking them. They slapped me harder and hit me on my arse, then they raped me...” tears fell from her forest eyes as she gathered herself to continue, “You don't know, but I've always been stubborn, so I don't yield easily. They asked me to perform bj, and Cirio wanted to be the first, as Cilian was a coward. They thought I was spent, but as soon as I felt him inside, I bit him. Watching him squirm was worth it, although they hit me and raped me again. They never made me do it again.” It's amazing how she survived those monsters and never surrendered to their sickness.

“But for you, Robert, I would do it. I felt powerful with you there. I felt like a true woman, your woman.” She switched from her past to the present, and we locked eyes, making me feel like her man, a true man. 

She fought against them. 

She is a warrior.  My warrior.

“This mark was made two days before they would free me. After they had me in every way they wanted, Cirio wanted to do something else. After tying me up well, he approached with his straight razor, the kind used in barber shops.

He warned me not to move or he would cut me. I didn't care, and as soon as he put the razor to my skin, I wiggled and felt my skin getting peeled.

I screamed and yelled at the top of my lungs. My tears had covered my ears, and the pain was so unbearable that I could hear my voice echoing.

I vaguely heard Cilian’s voice.

‘What did you do?’ he yelled at him, and as his twin explained while crying, he came to me.

But I was in pain and furious, so I spat in his face. He slapped me harder.

'¡¿Tú, perra, estoy tratando de calmarte a ti y me pagas así?! (‘You, b**ch, I am trying to calm you, and you repay me like this?!’ He slapped me again on the other cheek and raped me. He didn't care about the pain he inflicted upon me. Cirio stopped him and provided medical care for me, but I was shattered and broken. I heard him apologizing, even crying.

I pleaded for him to kill me as they dressed to let me go.

‘Kill yourself,’ they both said. I have been trying to do that, but with no results.” She ended her nightmare confession without crying.

“You are brave and the strongest woman I have ever known. You have a fighter's soul, just like mine, that's why we found each other. Your soul didn't yield amid all those things they did to you. You will live a long, beautiful life because you deserve it. And I am the lucky man to share this lifetime with you.”

“The more time I spend in your arms, the more I fall for you and forget about them. You are my salvation, my cure. I am tangled up with you, just like a vine against a tree trunk. I love you, Robert.” She wrapped her arms around my shoulder, pulling me into her chest, where the scent of cinnamon emanated.

I didn't provoke her further because I knew this moment was precious for her, just as it was a blessing for me.

Eventually, we left the room fully dressed, only to find them outside, enjoying the fresh air of the morning. I could tell that he had cried, and Maya too, from their puffy eyes and the tired lines on their faces.

I looked up at my fairy, who had a twinkle of joy in her eyes as she spread butter on bread.

“What jam do you prefer?” she asked, placing the flatbread on my plate.

I pulled her closer and whispered, “I prefer you over it, but I will be content with apple and cinnamon jam.” I playfully bit her earlobe. She suppressed a moan and then looked at me, transforming into an angel.

I will do everything to see that look until my last breath.

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Author's POV

“The plan starts now. I can't bear his happiness anymore,” a woman's voice resonated through the phone as the person on the other end of the line confirmed with a simple “Hmm.”