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An Angel For Bishop: Part 2
An Angel For Bishop: Part 2
Willows
most serious injuries are in her psychie.
In 4 parts, based on a post by BurntRedstone.
Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Willow
let go of Dan Bishop s sleeve and he left her in the bathroom so she could
shower in privacy. He quickly gathered up new clothes for her. He got one of
his tight t-shirts that would likely be a little big on her but might be tight
enough to assist with supporting her breasts. Another pair of draw string track
pants, socks, and another flannel shirt to cover up her amazing tits. Gah! He
had to stop thinking about her that way! He set the new clothes on the edge of
the counter by the door without entering the room. He heard the water running
and the sounds of movement so she seemed to have that under control. He walked
to the guest bedroom and added the clothes she'd been wearing yesterday to the
laundry bag. He brought the load to the small laundry room and dropped all of
the dirty closed into the washer with the soap. He'd turn it on when she was
done with her shower.
Dan
inspected the leather jacket and riding chaps Willow had been wearing. They
couldn't go into the wash but he could clean them by hand and mend the torn
jacket. He set them aside for later.
He
walked back into his bedroom and listened to hear if she was done. There was an
odd noise warbling under the sound of the falling water.
"Willow?"
he called out.
When
he got no response he took a deep breath and cautiously looked in the door. She
was on the floor of the shower on her side curled in a ball. Thinking she'd
fallen in the shower Dan rushed into the bathroom and stepped into the stall
fully clothed. He bent down and called out her name in fear. "Willow! Are
you Okay? Did you fall?"
He
saw she was sobbing and shaking. The water was quite hot so she couldn't be
cold.
Willow
suddenly became aware that Dan was crouching over her. She quickly turned to
him and flung her arms over his shoulders and squeezed her face against his
neck. Dan fell back onto his ass when she landed on him. Her wonderful breasts
were pressed up against his wet shirt and she kissed his throat feverishly. She
moved her hands to his chest and began to frantically unbutton his shirt. She
was making strange little vulnerable sounds like yelps. Amongst these noises he
made out the occasional words, "Please!", "I'll be good!",
"Let me stay!", and "Love me!"
Dan
was stunned and tried to get his thoughts back into order. The surreal nature
of the situation, the physical onslaught of her touches and kisses and cries combined
with the hiss from the water hitting the tiles in the shower triggered a
flashback to his time in the war. He froze as bullets ripped past him through
the blowing sand. He had to get to the house. He felt the bullet pass through
his calf and yet he ran on. He felt, lips on his?
He
came out of his thoughts panting with reaction, his eyes wild, searching for
the shooters but seeing only his shower stall and the beautiful naked woman
kneeling before him, holding his head between her hands. Her eyes were full of
worry. She released his head as he looked down at himself and realized he was
dressed and soaking wet. His back was pressed into the corner of the shower
stall and he couldn't remember how he got there. Dan put his head in his hands
and rubbed them vigorously back and forth over his scalp, as if pushing the
memories back into their hidden spots in his brain so he could function again.
"Look,
I'm sorry about that. I, uh, I'm dealing with some things that happened to me
as well. In a war. A long time ago. I'm still not good around people," he
said gruffly.
Dan
pushed himself up, using the wall to steady himself as his body was still
trembling. He put his hands on the wall and leaned his head under the hot water
to let it run over his neck. He felt soft hands gently pull at his wet shirt
from behind so, one arm at a time, he reached back so she could remove it from
his shoulders. Once the wet shirt was gone he felt those soft lips kissing the
twitching muscles of his shoulders and her incredibly soft breasts pressing
against his back. This was enough to distract him from feeling her hands
undoing the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down. His mind was awash
in the sensation of her soft skin rubbing against the tight muscles of his
back. He felt the hard points of her nipples slowly drag down his back but he
didn't notice his jeans and underwear were dropping at the same rate. When she
had him step out of his pants he came to the realization that he was naked with
her in the shower but his weakened state limited his protest to a weak growl.
Slowly her nipples slid their way up his back.
His cock was now fully erect and hard as iron. He hadn't felt a
woman's touch in... too many years. When her slender fingers reached around his
body and slid over his hot flesh, a deep moan was tugged from his soul. Willow
cooed in delight as she discovered by touch that Dan was not small.
All the while she was leaning her tits against his back and gently
kissing his neck and shoulders.
"No... Willow, please. Stah, stop please. We can't... I can't do this to
you..." Dan pleaded as his body shook with reaction from his attack and
from the building passion.
On
hearing Dan's words Willow became more desperate to bring him to release and
began to stroke him faster. She leaned in to nibble on his ear and she began to
repeat her earlier pleas.
The
vocal expression of her desperate need for him, pushed him over the brink.
Dan's release was sudden and intense. Throughout the surges, her hands
continued to milk. It took all of his strength to remain on his feet. He leaned
more heavily against the wall.
Next,
Dan felt Willow's hands running over his back and he smelled the clean scent of
the soap she was using to clean his body. She started at the back of his neck
and worked downwards. Soon a good lather was washing from his densely muscled
back under the hot spray. She marveled at the strength in his powerful arm as
she worked her way down the right limb which was braced against the wall in
front of him. This finally brought her into his view and she smiled shyly at
him from beneath her wet bangs as she briskly lathered up his arm. She worked
the soap into his armpit and then she slipped under his right arm and began to
wash his chest.
Again,
she started at his neck, just under his chin, and worked her way downwards. She
briefly stopped with her hands on his hips and she stared down at his
semi-rigid flesh. Then she moved on to his left arm starting from the pit and
working towards his hand. She dipped under his left arm and ran her soapy hands
over his ass. They didn't even pause before she soaped deeply between his ass
cheeks all the way from his furry pelvis to the top of his ass. Dan's eyes shot
open and he looked over his shoulder at her. She spared him a quick nervous
glance like she might be expecting punishment for touching him there. Her hands
slowed and paused on his hips as she stole worried glances at his face. Unsure
what to do, Dan turned his face back to the wall and her hands resumed cleaning
his legs all the way down to his feet.
Again,
Willow moved to his front to wash his legs. He looked down to see her kneeling
at his feet, her face was even with his slowly growing erection. She quickly
and gently washed his wood, then worked down the front of his legs. She stood
up between his arms and placed her hands on his shoulders. Gently pushing him
back she allowed the descending water to rinse the soap from the front side of
his body. Her hands followed the water down his arms then worked their way down
his chest chasing the soap as it rinsed away. She knelt again and ran her hands
down his legs.
Dan's
eyes closed once more and a wave of contentment rushed over him. When her hot,
wet mouth caused him to gasp loudly and his muscles clenched over his entire
body. His eyes snapped open to see her shining green eyes staring up at him in
worship. With his muscles all locked up he couldn't move. His jaw worked but he
was only able to make croaking sounds as he watched her luscious lips stretch open.
Soon her nose was pressed against his stomach. Still her eyes remained locked
on his. He could see her begin to turn red as her airway was blocked. He tried
to pull back but her hands grabbed his ass cheeks. Her eyes grew desperate and
Dan grabbed her head between his hands and pushed her off.
After
she had taken a deep gasp of air, she struggled to resume her affections. He
stepped back away from her until he was leaning against the wall of the shower.
She followed on her knees and lunged forward. Dan was managing to hold her at
bay so she began to bob her head up and down rapidly. He groaned and felt his
arms weakening. Her tongue was slithering around and he could feel himself
rapidly approaching.
"Willow,
god! Stop! Willow, please!" he gasped as his arms finally gave out. It was
too much for Dan and he felt the boiling rush for release.
"Willow!
Stop, I'm, he strained against her almost overpowering passion.
She
took him once more. His body curled in over her and his hands rested gently on
her head. Willow swallowed as quickly as she could. When he was finished she
lovingly cleaned him; her eyes never leaving his face.
When
Dan's eyes finally opened he saw she was still sitting between his feet, biting
her lower lip, her eyes on his; searching for approval, for acceptance.
He
reached down with both hands and gently touched her face. He indicated he
wanted her to stand so she rose to her feet in front of him. She was almost
vibrating with need. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, his tongue sinking
into her mouth to chase hers. He realized that he could taste himself in her
mouth but shrugged it off as a new experience.
She
must have picked up on his surprise and she froze. No one had ever been this
intimate with her. It was rare that she was kissed at all; and she'd gotten a
beating once for having 'cum-breath' as she'd forgotten to rinse her mouth out
with whisky directly afterwards, as her master required.
Once
her surprise wore off Dan felt her arms wrapping around his broad chest and her
mouth became more insistent on his.
Dan
suddenly pulled away from the kiss and smiled at her. He turned Willow around
and placed her palms against the wall, the stance he'd had while she washed
him. Then he took the soap and the loofa and worked up a good lather on it. He
began to run the loofa over her body, scrubbing off the funk she'd accumulated
from her days on the road with that abusive bastard. Her skin pinked up under
his tender but thorough scrubbing. He used caution around the two bandaged
wounds (they'd need replacing after this). Dan followed the same pattern she
used on him as he worked his way around her body.
By
the time he was sure she was clean, he was kneeling at her feet, her pinkness
telling him she was more than a little excited. He wanted to return the favor
and show his appreciation for her so he dipped his head forward to press a kiss
against her hot skin. Willow jumped and gasped. Her hands automatically went to
his head and he felt her fingers slide through his wet hair. Her touch was too
light like she was unsure what to do. He looked up into her eyes and he could
see she was stunned he was doing this. He guessed that no one had ever thought
her pleasure and carressing mattered. It was going to be a new experience for
her. Good! He slipped a little lower, running his tongue in circles across the
smooth flesh of her navel. He licked into her indentation and gently ran
his tongue around the soft flesh. He could hear Willow's breath coming out in
little pants. Her hands continued to slide behind his head as if to pull his
mouth tighter against her tummy, then they'd pull away as she realized what she
was doing.
She
moaned deeply as he did this. Willow's hands were where they should be, locked
tightly in his hair at the back of his head. A deep gasp rushed from her body.
Soon she was convulsing and pulling his head tightly against her, crushing his
lips against her. She yipped in pleasure as her body throbbed in bliss. He
could feel her legs beginning to give out so he stood and wrapped her up in his
arms, holding her trembling body against his. Her chin rested on his shoulder
and her breath rushed out against his neck as she panted in recovery from her
orgasm, from just the gentle caress of a man, under the endlessly hot shower..
When
he felt Willow's legs steady under her Dan reached behind her and poured out a
large drop of shampoo in his palm. He dripped a little in his other hand then
massaged it deeply into her scalp. He rubbed his fingers from her forehead back
to the base of her neck. He gathered up her long hair and poured a little more
shampoo into the platinum locks. He rubbed them together until thick suds
coated each strand. Once he was sure he had thoroughly cleaned her hair, he
tipped her head back to get the cascade of water to fall on her hair. He ran
his fingers from the top of her head through her hair all the way down her back
to rinse out the shampoo. He did this motion several times to ensure the
shampoo was gone, slipping in a little scalp massage as he went. While he ran
his fingers through her long hair he watched her face and for the first time he
could see she was completely relaxed. Her eyes were closed, her forehead was
smooth, and her brows were relaxed. Her full lips turned up at their ends in a
small, contented smile. Her hands rested on his shoulders and her breasts
pressed gently against his chest.
Some
conditioner would be good considering how dry her hair felt when he'd pulled
off the helmet yesterday- God! Had it only been yesterday? He froze briefly.
Again, he felt a flash of how surreal it was to be standing naked in a shower
with a woman he'd just met yesterday. He didn't do that. Ever. And they'd had
sex! She was obviously damaged by her previous treatment and on top of that
history he had sex with her. The guilt was hooking its claws in deep. He shook
himself. She still needed the conditioner in her hair. He grabbed a dollop and
worked it through her hair, again making sure each strand received treatment.
As he rinsed it away he could swear he heard Willow purr. He stared at her and
realized with a start that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes
on. She was also troubled, vulnerable and he'd done something inexcusable.
He
blushed with shame and stepped from the shower.
As
he dried off he kept Willow in the corner of his eye to make sure she was okay.
He saw her catch his embarrassed expression and read his body language. Her
tiny smile dropped from her face. God, he was such an ass! She was so
vulnerable and he'd taken advantage and left her feeling bad. Now she was
confused and her unstable anxiety had returned. She turned off the water and
stepped out to dry off. Her body was trembling. Dan stepped out into his
bedroom and quickly pulled on some clothes.
In
her inattention Willow accidentally rubbed the towel across her bandage. She
hissed with pain. Dan returned from his bedroom. He felt a little better now
that he had a layer of clothing between himself and Willow. He heard her make a
painful noise and saw her tug the towel from the bandage on her shoulder. The
adhesive had succumbed to the steam, water, and soap in the shower. He needed
to change the dressing on her wounds. That was something he could do for her
that was positive. Getting her dressed would also help settle his mind.
He
stepped forward and carefully examined the wound under the flap of the loose
gauze and tape bandage. He carefully removed the remaining tape and saw that
she was already beginning to heal nicely. She'd have yet another set of scars
to add to the host already found across her back, her arms, and some on her
legs.
"Willow,
please hang on a second. I'm going to put fresh bandages on your wounds"
he said.
He
left the room and returned with fresh gauze and tape. He quickly covered the
two areas and then pointed to the clothes he'd set on the counter for her.
"Please get dressed and meet me back in the kitchen when you're
ready."
After
stopping by to start the laundry Dan walked into the kitchen and put a notepad
and pen on the kitchen table. Then he pulled out a couple of glasses, the tin
of digestive biscuits, and the milk. He filled the two glasses and put some of
the cookies on a plate. Once the snack was on the table and the milk was back
in the fridge Willow hurried into the kitchen. He could see her nervousness was
back. He growled at himself for being so stupid and hurting her in her state.
She mistook his growling as displeasure in her and dropped to her knees at his
feet.
"NO!"
he barked then instantly cursed himself as she flinched in preparation for
being struck.
"No,
Willow please! I'm mad at myself not you. I wasn't yelling at you. God, I'm
royally fucking this up," he sighed. He pulled her gently to her feet and
moved her to sit at the kitchen table next to him. She kept her eyes on the table
until she saw the milk and cookies. Her face froze as she seemed to be
recalling something. Dan slid one of the glasses over to her and offered her
the plate. She misunderstood and took the plate from his hand. Showing more
patience than he'd had earlier he took the plate back and demonstrated being
offered a plate of cookies and taking one from it. He tried again and this time
Willow took only one. It was little things like the cookie plate and the number
of healed scars she had which gave Dan the suspicion that she'd been relatively
isolated, perhaps captive, for a good portion of her life. She did recognize
cookies and milk so that might be something? Maybe?
He
wanted to get her talking so he could find out some clues about her past. Maybe
get back to her actual name. Maybe he should start by telling her something
about himself. Tell her why he was such a hot mess that she'd be better off
avoiding. Maybe if she saw that it would help her get on her own two feet.
"Look, you saw me react badly this morning, I mean the flashback when I
first got in the shower. I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, PTSD, and
sometimes I get flashbacks. I haven't had one in a few months so this one
really took me by surprise. They can get bad. Sometimes violent. That's why I
live alone in this big house. I- I'm not good to be around," he was
frowning at the kitchen table as he said this. "I don't trust what I'll
say or what I might do. What we did in the shower, I am so sorry I took
advantage of you. You deserve better and-" Willow started to make sounds
of protest but Dan raised his hand and she immediately stopped. He didn't see
her flinch but he went on. "If I can, I want to help you but I need to
know more about you to do that. Maybe we could start from the guy you were with
when I found you. What was his name?"
"Jackson,"
she whispered, as if speaking his name might invoke his vengeful spirit.
"Was
that his last name?"
She
nodded.
"Do
you know his first name? Do you recall hearing anyone say it?" he asked.
Willow
thought for a minute and recalled how he'd cut a man's gut open for teasing him
about his name. What was it? Ah. "Percy."
"Percy
Jackson. Good!" Dan wrote down the current year then the name next to it.
He was building a time line for Willow. "How long were you with
Percy?"
Willow
seemed to be having trouble with measuring time. She shook her head sadly. She
seemed like she really wanted to help as when she couldn't answer his questions
she grew a little more anxious.
Dan
thought for a moment. "Do you recall how many winters you spent with
him?"
Her
eyes lit up, as he'd found a way to ask the question in a way that she could
relate to. "Three."
Dan
subtracted three from the current year and wrote that year down. "Very
good!" he said and smiled at her. Her face lit up at his praise. While he
loved to see her smile Dan began to feel a little uneasy about her reactions.
"How did you meet Percy?"
"He
killed my previous master and took me. I belonged to him."
Dan
looked up sharply, the dots finally connecting in his mind. "Oh god,"
he whispered "and I killed Percy and took you."
Willow's
face split into a beautiful smile that lit up the room. Dan finally understood
that this was what she'd been waiting for him to declare! His ownership of her!
She reached for his hands but stopped when she saw him draw back in shock.
Confusion crossed her face then a deep sadness. "But you don't want
me." She looked at the scars visible on her arms and a tear trickled down
her cheek. "It's okay. I'm hideous and worthless. I'm sorry." She seemed
to shrink in on herself.
Her
despair snapped Dan from his shock. "Willow! Oh my god Willow, you are not
hideous! How can you think you're hideous? You are the most beautiful creature-
Woman, woman I have ever seen. You take my breath away and I can't think
straight when I look at you! Worthless? I'm not worthy of You!" he almost
shouted at her.
"But
you don't want me?" she whispered in a tiny girl voice her hands clenched
in her lap, her eyes down, and tears trickling down her cheeks.
"Of
course I WANT YOU! But- but you're a beautiful woman not a... toy to be stolen,
shared, or traded around. I didn't win you from that asshole! I didn't kill him
so I could steal you for my own. I killed him because he was going to kill you
and you deserve to live and he didn't. Yes, I rescued you but not so you could
belong to me but so you could have your own life and make those decisions for
yourself." Dan was shaking in reaction by this point. Recalling how he'd
killed Percy had put him at risk for another attack. He could feel it coming
on. He started to gasp and the room went sideways.
He
was pinned down under the truck and he could smell the gas from the ruptured
gas tank. Bullets thunked and pinged into the trucks body panels above his
head. He knew he had to move but back was the only direction and something
under the truck was snagging on his jacket. He had dust in his nostrils and
could taste the grit... and feel softness pressing against his face. It smelled
so good, like home.
As
his surroundings came back into focus he realized he was under the kitchen
table with Willow. He was in a fetal position with his head pillowed on her
lap, her hands running gently through his hair.
Once
the shaking in his muscles subsided he pulled himself slowly to a seated position
on the kitchen floor. She slid out from under the table and knelt before him
looking in his face with a strange mix of worry and desire.
"You
see, I- I'm messed up pretty bad. I'm not worthy of you," he rasped.
She
grabbed his face and looked deeply into his eyes, the boldest gesture he'd seen
her make so far. He felt himself getting lost in her emerald gaze.
"I
decide? I choose to belong to you!" Willow said, eyes wide, fearing
punishment for her actions, fearing further rejection, but desperately pushing
through it.
Dan
looked at her blankly as her words sank in. He was conflicted and emotions
swept across his face.
He
was amazed she wanted anything to do with him after she'd been exposed to his
condition. That precious feeling was hope.
He
was also so proud of her for being so direct and for her bravery.
Still,
he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Choosing to belong TO someone?
Belonging WITH someone he could understand. Maybe she just chose the wrong word
but he didn't think so. He really was out of his depths here.
Her agitation was growing. He could see panic seeping into her
eyes. He wanted to help her. God he wanted that SO much! Allowing her to become
completely submissive to him was wrong but she was having a mental break of her
own. She needed him, someone, to take on that role for her. He was hardly in
any condition to be nursing her mental state when his own was so broken. It
seemed to be the lesser of the evils he faced.
He held out his arms and she was immediately in them, clinging to his chest and
crying. He wasn't sure if they were tears of joy or not but they were certainly
some kind of release. Soon she calmed down and snuggled against him.
They
sat there holding each other. Dan realized how much he missed this. Just
physical contact with another human being. He could feel it centering him.
Bringing him into the now.
Gurgle!
Dan
realized that noise came from Willow's tummy. She was hungry! She was hiding
her face but he was sure she was ashamed or frightened. God, her reactions were
so reversed.
He
gently lifted her chin with his finger until he could see her beautiful eyes.
"Let's get you some lunch, okay?" he said gently with a smile. She
nodded slightly and returned his smile with one of her own. On impulse he
kissed her forehead. She gasped then squeezed him harder rubbing her face
against his chest. He guessed she hadn't received too many gestures of
affection in her past.
"We're
going to have to get off the floor to make lunch, Willow," he said with a
chuckle.
She
released him and sprung to her feet. She helped him up as well then followed
him over to the pantry. When he realized she was sticking so close he snorted
then turned to face her. "Willow, why don't you have a seat at the kitchen
table and help yourself to a few cookies and a glass of milk? We need to get
some weight back on you. I'm just going to get some cans of soup to heat up for
lunch."
She
dropped her eyes but he saw the little smile on her mouth as she headed back to
the table.
Dan
went into the pantry and did a quick assessment of his inventory then estimated
what the impact of having a second mouth to feed was going to have on his
stock. Including the contents of the freezer in the garage, he would have had
enough for four months if it was just him. Now he was looking at dropping that
to two or two and a half months. Not good. He was going to have to ask Wally to
do an airdrop in the meadow to the east of the cabin. Considering his new guest
arrived with no clothes or supplies for her womanly needs, an air drop would
have been necessary anyway. He'd have to work out a new list of requirements
and contact Wally.
Carrying
two cans of soup with him he re-entered the kitchen and noticed the plate of
cookies was empty as was her glass of milk. His glass was still full and the
cookie he'd place on his plate was still there.
He
smiled at Willow and said "You can have my cookie and drink that milk if
you like." She smiled and plucked the cookie off his plate and had it
chewed and swallowed in the time it took him to get back to the counter, all of
four steps away. She sipped at the milk slower while she watched him move
around the kitchen. After a short period he brought two bowls of thick beef and
vegetable soup to the table. He went back for spoons and also brought back some
hard cheese and bread to soak up the soup. Warning her that the soup was hot he
demonstrated how to eat it safely. He had no idea if that was necessary but she
watched him carefully and emulated his exact motions until she was eating along
with him.
"Willow,
if you start feeling full, stop eating and we will package it up for later. You
don't want to give your stomach too much to deal with. Okay?"
She
nodded at him and put her spoon down after just two more scoops. She dunked her
last piece of bread into the bowl then pushed the soaked bread into her mouth.
He could tell she was stuffed and she had a sleepy look on her face.
Dan
had hoped they'd be able to return to building her timeline but she was
obviously struggling to remain awake. He gathered up the bowls and put hers in
a sealed container in the fridge for later. He cleared the rest of the table
and put the dishes in the sink. He walked back to the table and watched Willows
head bob and she slipped into and out of sleep sitting in her chair. He went
down on one knee and scooped her up into his arms, her head resting on his
shoulder. She immediately snuggled in with a purr. He carried her to the guest
room and tucked her into the bed and gave her forehead another kiss.
He
walked back to the kitchen and did the dishes. When he was done he felt a
little weary himself. It had been quite a trying 24 hours. Thinking about that
he realized he was going to have to contact the police to let them know what
had happened. He thought he'd speak with Willow first and maybe figure out her
true name so he'd have something helpful to tell the police.
OK,
he found himself fighting to keep his eyes open as well so he might as well
take a nap too.
He
walked back to his bedroom and on the way glanced in at Willow who seemed to be
sleeping peacefully. He reached his bed and pulled back the quilt and top sheet
and dropped himself in. He set his alarm for 2 hours then covered himself and
allowed sleep to pull him under.
It
felt like only moments later that he heard the gentle chimes of his alarm
waking him up. He was sweating under the quilt and then realized he wasn't
alone under the blankets. Willow had snuck into his bed while he slept and had
curled up against his chest. He reached out and turned off the alarm. He looked
down and saw Willow's eyes peaking up at him, seeming to gauge if he was going
to punish her. He pushed off the quilt to let some of the heat out and sat up.
He realized that they were both going to need to shower again as sweat stained
their clothes. He'd have to change the sheets too. Her eyes never left his face
as she waited for him to indicate if he was upset with her. He looked at her
lovely green eyes and tenderly pushed a strand of her blond hair from her face.
She melted against his touch and the tension left her body.
"We're
a little sweaty and stinky, so we should get cleaned up," he said.
Willow
immediately got out of bed and began taking her clothes off. She looked over
her shoulder at him and smiled shyly at his awestruck expression. "Uh, I
meant separately." She dropped her eyes and bit her lower lip. He could
see her confidence had taken another hit. She was so bloody fragile. Even when
he was trying to think of her he somehow messed up and hurt her.
"It's
okay, we can shower together but just for cleaning up this time, okay?" he
said. Her eyes flashed back to him and for the first time he saw an impish
smile on her lips. Sighing he pulled the sheets off of the bed, picked up her
clothes and felt her reaching around his back to unbutton his shirt. She made
quick work of those then pulled the knot loose on his track pants. She dropped
them and his underwear to his feet and he stepped free of them. She placed them
on the pile of laundry and he carried it out to the laundry room. It felt a
little odd walking around nude but it wasn't like he had any neighbors. He
moved her clothes from the washer to the dryer and got it started. He loaded
the rest of the dirty laundry and prepared it for later.
When
he got back to the bedroom he could hear the shower going. Ah! Maybe she took
the initiative to have her shower first? He looked into the bathroom and nope,
she was standing by the glass wall with a smile on her face. He walked in and
she entered the stall. She had prepared the temperature he realized as he
stepped into the warm spray after her. She immediately set to scrubbing his
back and of course, the feeling of her hands running over his body had the
expected effect.
Willow
was standing in front of him, having cleaned every other surface of his body.
Her eyes were on his erection and she was beginning to breathe a little fast.
She glanced at his eyes looking for permission to touch it. Instead Dan took
the soap from her and lathered up his hands. He proceeded to soap her body as
she had done for him only this time he used his hands instead of the loofa. She
seemed to far prefer being washed in this way. His touch was soft but firm and
he made sure she was well cleaned. He tried to remain clinical in his technique
but her sighs and coos as his hands touched her soft flesh were an incredible
distraction and his cock wasn't buying the act at all. It remained stiff as
iron throughout the entire exercise.
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Willow
let go of Dan Bishop s sleeve and he left her in the bathroom so she could
shower in privacy. He quickly gathered up new clothes for her. He got one of
his tight t-shirts that would likely be a little big on her but might be tight
enough to assist with supporting her breasts. Another pair of draw string track
pants, socks, and another flannel shirt to cover up her amazing tits. Gah! He
had to stop thinking about her that way! He set the new clothes on the edge of
the counter by the door without entering the room. He heard the water running
and the sounds of movement so she seemed to have that under control. He walked
to the guest bedroom and added the clothes she'd been wearing yesterday to the
laundry bag. He brought the load to the small laundry room and dropped all of
the dirty closed into the washer with the soap. He'd turn it on when she was
done with her shower.
Dan
inspected the leather jacket and riding chaps Willow had been wearing. They
couldn't go into the wash but he could clean them by hand and mend the torn
jacket. He set them aside for later.
He
walked back into his bedroom and listened to hear if she was done. There was an
odd noise warbling under the sound of the falling water.
"Willow?"
he called out.
When
he got no response he took a deep breath and cautiously looked in the door. She
was on the floor of the shower on her side curled in a ball. Thinking she'd
fallen in the shower Dan rushed into the bathroom and stepped into the stall
fully clothed. He bent down and called out her name in fear. "Willow! Are
you Okay? Did you fall?"
He
saw she was sobbing and shaking. The water was quite hot so she couldn't be
cold.
Willow
suddenly became aware that Dan was crouching over her. She quickly turned to
him and flung her arms over his shoulders and squeezed her face against his
neck. Dan fell back onto his ass when she landed on him. Her wonderful breasts
were pressed up against his wet shirt and she kissed his throat feverishly. She
moved her hands to his chest and began to frantically unbutton his shirt. She
was making strange little vulnerable sounds like yelps. Amongst these noises he
made out the occasional words, "Please!", "I'll be good!",
"Let me stay!", and "Love me!"
Dan
was stunned and tried to get his thoughts back into order. The surreal nature
of the situation, the physical onslaught of her touches and kisses and cries combined
with the hiss from the water hitting the tiles in the shower triggered a
flashback to his time in the war. He froze as bullets ripped past him through
the blowing sand. He had to get to the house. He felt the bullet pass through
his calf and yet he ran on. He felt, lips on his?
He
came out of his thoughts panting with reaction, his eyes wild, searching for
the shooters but seeing only his shower stall and the beautiful naked woman
kneeling before him, holding his head between her hands. Her eyes were full of
worry. She released his head as he looked down at himself and realized he was
dressed and soaking wet. His back was pressed into the corner of the shower
stall and he couldn't remember how he got there. Dan put his head in his hands
and rubbed them vigorously back and forth over his scalp, as if pushing the
memories back into their hidden spots in his brain so he could function again.
"Look,
I'm sorry about that. I, uh, I'm dealing with some things that happened to me
as well. In a war. A long time ago. I'm still not good around people," he
said gruffly.
Dan
pushed himself up, using the wall to steady himself as his body was still
trembling. He put his hands on the wall and leaned his head under the hot water
to let it run over his neck. He felt soft hands gently pull at his wet shirt
from behind so, one arm at a time, he reached back so she could remove it from
his shoulders. Once the wet shirt was gone he felt those soft lips kissing the
twitching muscles of his shoulders and her incredibly soft breasts pressing
against his back. This was enough to distract him from feeling her hands
undoing the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down. His mind was awash
in the sensation of her soft skin rubbing against the tight muscles of his
back. He felt the hard points of her nipples slowly drag down his back but he
didn't notice his jeans and underwear were dropping at the same rate. When she
had him step out of his pants he came to the realization that he was naked with
her in the shower but his weakened state limited his protest to a weak growl.
Slowly her nipples slid their way up his back.
His cock was now fully erect and hard as iron. He hadn't felt a
woman's touch in... too many years. When her slender fingers reached around his
body and slid over his hot flesh, a deep moan was tugged from his soul. Willow
cooed in delight as she discovered by touch that Dan was not small.
All the while she was leaning her tits against his back and gently
kissing his neck and shoulders.
"No... Willow, please. Stah, stop please. We can't... I can't do this to
you..." Dan pleaded as his body shook with reaction from his attack and
from the building passion.
On
hearing Dan's words Willow became more desperate to bring him to release and
began to stroke him faster. She leaned in to nibble on his ear and she began to
repeat her earlier pleas.
The
vocal expression of her desperate need for him, pushed him over the brink.
Dan's release was sudden and intense. Throughout the surges, her hands
continued to milk. It took all of his strength to remain on his feet. He leaned
more heavily against the wall.
Next,
Dan felt Willow's hands running over his back and he smelled the clean scent of
the soap she was using to clean his body. She started at the back of his neck
and worked downwards. Soon a good lather was washing from his densely muscled
back under the hot spray. She marveled at the strength in his powerful arm as
she worked her way down the right limb which was braced against the wall in
front of him. This finally brought her into his view and she smiled shyly at
him from beneath her wet bangs as she briskly lathered up his arm. She worked
the soap into his armpit and then she slipped under his right arm and began to
wash his chest.
Again,
she started at his neck, just under his chin, and worked her way downwards. She
briefly stopped with her hands on his hips and she stared down at his
semi-rigid flesh. Then she moved on to his left arm starting from the pit and
working towards his hand. She dipped under his left arm and ran her soapy hands
over his ass. They didn't even pause before she soaped deeply between his ass
cheeks all the way from his furry pelvis to the top of his ass. Dan's eyes shot
open and he looked over his shoulder at her. She spared him a quick nervous
glance like she might be expecting punishment for touching him there. Her hands
slowed and paused on his hips as she stole worried glances at his face. Unsure
what to do, Dan turned his face back to the wall and her hands resumed cleaning
his legs all the way down to his feet.
Again,
Willow moved to his front to wash his legs. He looked down to see her kneeling
at his feet, her face was even with his slowly growing erection. She quickly
and gently washed his wood, then worked down the front of his legs. She stood
up between his arms and placed her hands on his shoulders. Gently pushing him
back she allowed the descending water to rinse the soap from the front side of
his body. Her hands followed the water down his arms then worked their way down
his chest chasing the soap as it rinsed away. She knelt again and ran her hands
down his legs.
Dan's
eyes closed once more and a wave of contentment rushed over him. When her hot,
wet mouth caused him to gasp loudly and his muscles clenched over his entire
body. His eyes snapped open to see her shining green eyes staring up at him in
worship. With his muscles all locked up he couldn't move. His jaw worked but he
was only able to make croaking sounds as he watched her luscious lips stretch open.
Soon her nose was pressed against his stomach. Still her eyes remained locked
on his. He could see her begin to turn red as her airway was blocked. He tried
to pull back but her hands grabbed his ass cheeks. Her eyes grew desperate and
Dan grabbed her head between his hands and pushed her off.
After
she had taken a deep gasp of air, she struggled to resume her affections. He
stepped back away from her until he was leaning against the wall of the shower.
She followed on her knees and lunged forward. Dan was managing to hold her at
bay so she began to bob her head up and down rapidly. He groaned and felt his
arms weakening. Her tongue was slithering around and he could feel himself
rapidly approaching.
"Willow,
god! Stop! Willow, please!" he gasped as his arms finally gave out. It was
too much for Dan and he felt the boiling rush for release.
"Willow!
Stop, I'm, he strained against her almost overpowering passion.
She
took him once more. His body curled in over her and his hands rested gently on
her head. Willow swallowed as quickly as she could. When he was finished she
lovingly cleaned him; her eyes never leaving his face.
When
Dan's eyes finally opened he saw she was still sitting between his feet, biting
her lower lip, her eyes on his; searching for approval, for acceptance.
He
reached down with both hands and gently touched her face. He indicated he
wanted her to stand so she rose to her feet in front of him. She was almost
vibrating with need. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, his tongue sinking
into her mouth to chase hers. He realized that he could taste himself in her
mouth but shrugged it off as a new experience.
She
must have picked up on his surprise and she froze. No one had ever been this
intimate with her. It was rare that she was kissed at all; and she'd gotten a
beating once for having 'cum-breath' as she'd forgotten to rinse her mouth out
with whisky directly afterwards, as her master required.
Once
her surprise wore off Dan felt her arms wrapping around his broad chest and her
mouth became more insistent on his.
Dan
suddenly pulled away from the kiss and smiled at her. He turned Willow around
and placed her palms against the wall, the stance he'd had while she washed
him. Then he took the soap and the loofa and worked up a good lather on it. He
began to run the loofa over her body, scrubbing off the funk she'd accumulated
from her days on the road with that abusive bastard. Her skin pinked up under
his tender but thorough scrubbing. He used caution around the two bandaged
wounds (they'd need replacing after this). Dan followed the same pattern she
used on him as he worked his way around her body.
By
the time he was sure she was clean, he was kneeling at her feet, her pinkness
telling him she was more than a little excited. He wanted to return the favor
and show his appreciation for her so he dipped his head forward to press a kiss
against her hot skin. Willow jumped and gasped. Her hands automatically went to
his head and he felt her fingers slide through his wet hair. Her touch was too
light like she was unsure what to do. He looked up into her eyes and he could
see she was stunned he was doing this. He guessed that no one had ever thought
her pleasure and carressing mattered. It was going to be a new experience for
her. Good! He slipped a little lower, running his tongue in circles across the
smooth flesh of her navel. He licked into her indentation and gently ran
his tongue around the soft flesh. He could hear Willow's breath coming out in
little pants. Her hands continued to slide behind his head as if to pull his
mouth tighter against her tummy, then they'd pull away as she realized what she
was doing.
She
moaned deeply as he did this. Willow's hands were where they should be, locked
tightly in his hair at the back of his head. A deep gasp rushed from her body.
Soon she was convulsing and pulling his head tightly against her, crushing his
lips against her. She yipped in pleasure as her body throbbed in bliss. He
could feel her legs beginning to give out so he stood and wrapped her up in his
arms, holding her trembling body against his. Her chin rested on his shoulder
and her breath rushed out against his neck as she panted in recovery from her
orgasm, from just the gentle caress of a man, under the endlessly hot shower..
When
he felt Willow's legs steady under her Dan reached behind her and poured out a
large drop of shampoo in his palm. He dripped a little in his other hand then
massaged it deeply into her scalp. He rubbed his fingers from her forehead back
to the base of her neck. He gathered up her long hair and poured a little more
shampoo into the platinum locks. He rubbed them together until thick suds
coated each strand. Once he was sure he had thoroughly cleaned her hair, he
tipped her head back to get the cascade of water to fall on her hair. He ran
his fingers from the top of her head through her hair all the way down her back
to rinse out the shampoo. He did this motion several times to ensure the
shampoo was gone, slipping in a little scalp massage as he went. While he ran
his fingers through her long hair he watched her face and for the first time he
could see she was completely relaxed. Her eyes were closed, her forehead was
smooth, and her brows were relaxed. Her full lips turned up at their ends in a
small, contented smile. Her hands rested on his shoulders and her breasts
pressed gently against his chest.
Some
conditioner would be good considering how dry her hair felt when he'd pulled
off the helmet yesterday- God! Had it only been yesterday? He froze briefly.
Again, he felt a flash of how surreal it was to be standing naked in a shower
with a woman he'd just met yesterday. He didn't do that. Ever. And they'd had
sex! She was obviously damaged by her previous treatment and on top of that
history he had sex with her. The guilt was hooking its claws in deep. He shook
himself. She still needed the conditioner in her hair. He grabbed a dollop and
worked it through her hair, again making sure each strand received treatment.
As he rinsed it away he could swear he heard Willow purr. He stared at her and
realized with a start that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes
on. She was also troubled, vulnerable and he'd done something inexcusable.
He
blushed with shame and stepped from the shower.
As
he dried off he kept Willow in the corner of his eye to make sure she was okay.
He saw her catch his embarrassed expression and read his body language. Her
tiny smile dropped from her face. God, he was such an ass! She was so
vulnerable and he'd taken advantage and left her feeling bad. Now she was
confused and her unstable anxiety had returned. She turned off the water and
stepped out to dry off. Her body was trembling. Dan stepped out into his
bedroom and quickly pulled on some clothes.
In
her inattention Willow accidentally rubbed the towel across her bandage. She
hissed with pain. Dan returned from his bedroom. He felt a little better now
that he had a layer of clothing between himself and Willow. He heard her make a
painful noise and saw her tug the towel from the bandage on her shoulder. The
adhesive had succumbed to the steam, water, and soap in the shower. He needed
to change the dressing on her wounds. That was something he could do for her
that was positive. Getting her dressed would also help settle his mind.
He
stepped forward and carefully examined the wound under the flap of the loose
gauze and tape bandage. He carefully removed the remaining tape and saw that
she was already beginning to heal nicely. She'd have yet another set of scars
to add to the host already found across her back, her arms, and some on her
legs.
"Willow,
please hang on a second. I'm going to put fresh bandages on your wounds"
he said.
He
left the room and returned with fresh gauze and tape. He quickly covered the
two areas and then pointed to the clothes he'd set on the counter for her.
"Please get dressed and meet me back in the kitchen when you're
ready."
After
stopping by to start the laundry Dan walked into the kitchen and put a notepad
and pen on the kitchen table. Then he pulled out a couple of glasses, the tin
of digestive biscuits, and the milk. He filled the two glasses and put some of
the cookies on a plate. Once the snack was on the table and the milk was back
in the fridge Willow hurried into the kitchen. He could see her nervousness was
back. He growled at himself for being so stupid and hurting her in her state.
She mistook his growling as displeasure in her and dropped to her knees at his
feet.
"NO!"
he barked then instantly cursed himself as she flinched in preparation for
being struck.
"No,
Willow please! I'm mad at myself not you. I wasn't yelling at you. God, I'm
royally fucking this up," he sighed. He pulled her gently to her feet and
moved her to sit at the kitchen table next to him. She kept her eyes on the table
until she saw the milk and cookies. Her face froze as she seemed to be
recalling something. Dan slid one of the glasses over to her and offered her
the plate. She misunderstood and took the plate from his hand. Showing more
patience than he'd had earlier he took the plate back and demonstrated being
offered a plate of cookies and taking one from it. He tried again and this time
Willow took only one. It was little things like the cookie plate and the number
of healed scars she had which gave Dan the suspicion that she'd been relatively
isolated, perhaps captive, for a good portion of her life. She did recognize
cookies and milk so that might be something? Maybe?
He
wanted to get her talking so he could find out some clues about her past. Maybe
get back to her actual name. Maybe he should start by telling her something
about himself. Tell her why he was such a hot mess that she'd be better off
avoiding. Maybe if she saw that it would help her get on her own two feet.
"Look, you saw me react badly this morning, I mean the flashback when I
first got in the shower. I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, PTSD, and
sometimes I get flashbacks. I haven't had one in a few months so this one
really took me by surprise. They can get bad. Sometimes violent. That's why I
live alone in this big house. I- I'm not good to be around," he was
frowning at the kitchen table as he said this. "I don't trust what I'll
say or what I might do. What we did in the shower, I am so sorry I took
advantage of you. You deserve better and-" Willow started to make sounds
of protest but Dan raised his hand and she immediately stopped. He didn't see
her flinch but he went on. "If I can, I want to help you but I need to
know more about you to do that. Maybe we could start from the guy you were with
when I found you. What was his name?"
"Jackson,"
she whispered, as if speaking his name might invoke his vengeful spirit.
"Was
that his last name?"
She
nodded.
"Do
you know his first name? Do you recall hearing anyone say it?" he asked.
Willow
thought for a minute and recalled how he'd cut a man's gut open for teasing him
about his name. What was it? Ah. "Percy."
"Percy
Jackson. Good!" Dan wrote down the current year then the name next to it.
He was building a time line for Willow. "How long were you with
Percy?"
Willow
seemed to be having trouble with measuring time. She shook her head sadly. She
seemed like she really wanted to help as when she couldn't answer his questions
she grew a little more anxious.
Dan
thought for a moment. "Do you recall how many winters you spent with
him?"
Her
eyes lit up, as he'd found a way to ask the question in a way that she could
relate to. "Three."
Dan
subtracted three from the current year and wrote that year down. "Very
good!" he said and smiled at her. Her face lit up at his praise. While he
loved to see her smile Dan began to feel a little uneasy about her reactions.
"How did you meet Percy?"
"He
killed my previous master and took me. I belonged to him."
Dan
looked up sharply, the dots finally connecting in his mind. "Oh god,"
he whispered "and I killed Percy and took you."
Willow's
face split into a beautiful smile that lit up the room. Dan finally understood
that this was what she'd been waiting for him to declare! His ownership of her!
She reached for his hands but stopped when she saw him draw back in shock.
Confusion crossed her face then a deep sadness. "But you don't want
me." She looked at the scars visible on her arms and a tear trickled down
her cheek. "It's okay. I'm hideous and worthless. I'm sorry." She seemed
to shrink in on herself.
Her
despair snapped Dan from his shock. "Willow! Oh my god Willow, you are not
hideous! How can you think you're hideous? You are the most beautiful creature-
Woman, woman I have ever seen. You take my breath away and I can't think
straight when I look at you! Worthless? I'm not worthy of You!" he almost
shouted at her.
"But
you don't want me?" she whispered in a tiny girl voice her hands clenched
in her lap, her eyes down, and tears trickling down her cheeks.
"Of
course I WANT YOU! But- but you're a beautiful woman not a... toy to be stolen,
shared, or traded around. I didn't win you from that asshole! I didn't kill him
so I could steal you for my own. I killed him because he was going to kill you
and you deserve to live and he didn't. Yes, I rescued you but not so you could
belong to me but so you could have your own life and make those decisions for
yourself." Dan was shaking in reaction by this point. Recalling how he'd
killed Percy had put him at risk for another attack. He could feel it coming
on. He started to gasp and the room went sideways.
He
was pinned down under the truck and he could smell the gas from the ruptured
gas tank. Bullets thunked and pinged into the trucks body panels above his
head. He knew he had to move but back was the only direction and something
under the truck was snagging on his jacket. He had dust in his nostrils and
could taste the grit... and feel softness pressing against his face. It smelled
so good, like home.
As
his surroundings came back into focus he realized he was under the kitchen
table with Willow. He was in a fetal position with his head pillowed on her
lap, her hands running gently through his hair.
Once
the shaking in his muscles subsided he pulled himself slowly to a seated position
on the kitchen floor. She slid out from under the table and knelt before him
looking in his face with a strange mix of worry and desire.
"You
see, I- I'm messed up pretty bad. I'm not worthy of you," he rasped.
She
grabbed his face and looked deeply into his eyes, the boldest gesture he'd seen
her make so far. He felt himself getting lost in her emerald gaze.
"I
decide? I choose to belong to you!" Willow said, eyes wide, fearing
punishment for her actions, fearing further rejection, but desperately pushing
through it.
Dan
looked at her blankly as her words sank in. He was conflicted and emotions
swept across his face.
He
was amazed she wanted anything to do with him after she'd been exposed to his
condition. That precious feeling was hope.
He
was also so proud of her for being so direct and for her bravery.
Still,
he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Choosing to belong TO someone?
Belonging WITH someone he could understand. Maybe she just chose the wrong word
but he didn't think so. He really was out of his depths here.
Her agitation was growing. He could see panic seeping into her
eyes. He wanted to help her. God he wanted that SO much! Allowing her to become
completely submissive to him was wrong but she was having a mental break of her
own. She needed him, someone, to take on that role for her. He was hardly in
any condition to be nursing her mental state when his own was so broken. It
seemed to be the lesser of the evils he faced.
He held out his arms and she was immediately in them, clinging to his chest and
crying. He wasn't sure if they were tears of joy or not but they were certainly
some kind of release. Soon she calmed down and snuggled against him.
They
sat there holding each other. Dan realized how much he missed this. Just
physical contact with another human being. He could feel it centering him.
Bringing him into the now.
Gurgle!
Dan
realized that noise came from Willow's tummy. She was hungry! She was hiding
her face but he was sure she was ashamed or frightened. God, her reactions were
so reversed.
He
gently lifted her chin with his finger until he could see her beautiful eyes.
"Let's get you some lunch, okay?" he said gently with a smile. She
nodded slightly and returned his smile with one of her own. On impulse he
kissed her forehead. She gasped then squeezed him harder rubbing her face
against his chest. He guessed she hadn't received too many gestures of
affection in her past.
"We're
going to have to get off the floor to make lunch, Willow," he said with a
chuckle.
She
released him and sprung to her feet. She helped him up as well then followed
him over to the pantry. When he realized she was sticking so close he snorted
then turned to face her. "Willow, why don't you have a seat at the kitchen
table and help yourself to a few cookies and a glass of milk? We need to get
some weight back on you. I'm just going to get some cans of soup to heat up for
lunch."
She
dropped her eyes but he saw the little smile on her mouth as she headed back to
the table.
Dan
went into the pantry and did a quick assessment of his inventory then estimated
what the impact of having a second mouth to feed was going to have on his
stock. Including the contents of the freezer in the garage, he would have had
enough for four months if it was just him. Now he was looking at dropping that
to two or two and a half months. Not good. He was going to have to ask Wally to
do an airdrop in the meadow to the east of the cabin. Considering his new guest
arrived with no clothes or supplies for her womanly needs, an air drop would
have been necessary anyway. He'd have to work out a new list of requirements
and contact Wally.
Carrying
two cans of soup with him he re-entered the kitchen and noticed the plate of
cookies was empty as was her glass of milk. His glass was still full and the
cookie he'd place on his plate was still there.
He
smiled at Willow and said "You can have my cookie and drink that milk if
you like." She smiled and plucked the cookie off his plate and had it
chewed and swallowed in the time it took him to get back to the counter, all of
four steps away. She sipped at the milk slower while she watched him move
around the kitchen. After a short period he brought two bowls of thick beef and
vegetable soup to the table. He went back for spoons and also brought back some
hard cheese and bread to soak up the soup. Warning her that the soup was hot he
demonstrated how to eat it safely. He had no idea if that was necessary but she
watched him carefully and emulated his exact motions until she was eating along
with him.
"Willow,
if you start feeling full, stop eating and we will package it up for later. You
don't want to give your stomach too much to deal with. Okay?"
She
nodded at him and put her spoon down after just two more scoops. She dunked her
last piece of bread into the bowl then pushed the soaked bread into her mouth.
He could tell she was stuffed and she had a sleepy look on her face.
Dan
had hoped they'd be able to return to building her timeline but she was
obviously struggling to remain awake. He gathered up the bowls and put hers in
a sealed container in the fridge for later. He cleared the rest of the table
and put the dishes in the sink. He walked back to the table and watched Willows
head bob and she slipped into and out of sleep sitting in her chair. He went
down on one knee and scooped her up into his arms, her head resting on his
shoulder. She immediately snuggled in with a purr. He carried her to the guest
room and tucked her into the bed and gave her forehead another kiss.
He
walked back to the kitchen and did the dishes. When he was done he felt a
little weary himself. It had been quite a trying 24 hours. Thinking about that
he realized he was going to have to contact the police to let them know what
had happened. He thought he'd speak with Willow first and maybe figure out her
true name so he'd have something helpful to tell the police.
OK,
he found himself fighting to keep his eyes open as well so he might as well
take a nap too.
He
walked back to his bedroom and on the way glanced in at Willow who seemed to be
sleeping peacefully. He reached his bed and pulled back the quilt and top sheet
and dropped himself in. He set his alarm for 2 hours then covered himself and
allowed sleep to pull him under.
It
felt like only moments later that he heard the gentle chimes of his alarm
waking him up. He was sweating under the quilt and then realized he wasn't
alone under the blankets. Willow had snuck into his bed while he slept and had
curled up against his chest. He reached out and turned off the alarm. He looked
down and saw Willow's eyes peaking up at him, seeming to gauge if he was going
to punish her. He pushed off the quilt to let some of the heat out and sat up.
He realized that they were both going to need to shower again as sweat stained
their clothes. He'd have to change the sheets too. Her eyes never left his face
as she waited for him to indicate if he was upset with her. He looked at her
lovely green eyes and tenderly pushed a strand of her blond hair from her face.
She melted against his touch and the tension left her body.
"We're
a little sweaty and stinky, so we should get cleaned up," he said.
Willow
immediately got out of bed and began taking her clothes off. She looked over
her shoulder at him and smiled shyly at his awestruck expression. "Uh, I
meant separately." She dropped her eyes and bit her lower lip. He could
see her confidence had taken another hit. She was so bloody fragile. Even when
he was trying to think of her he somehow messed up and hurt her.
"It's
okay, we can shower together but just for cleaning up this time, okay?" he
said. Her eyes flashed back to him and for the first time he saw an impish
smile on her lips. Sighing he pulled the sheets off of the bed, picked up her
clothes and felt her reaching around his back to unbutton his shirt. She made
quick work of those then pulled the knot loose on his track pants. She dropped
them and his underwear to his feet and he stepped free of them. She placed them
on the pile of laundry and he carried it out to the laundry room. It felt a
little odd walking around nude but it wasn't like he had any neighbors. He
moved her clothes from the washer to the dryer and got it started. He loaded
the rest of the dirty laundry and prepared it for later.
When
he got back to the bedroom he could hear the shower going. Ah! Maybe she took
the initiative to have her shower first? He looked into the bathroom and nope,
she was standing by the glass wall with a smile on her face. He walked in and
she entered the stall. She had prepared the temperature he realized as he
stepped into the warm spray after her. She immediately set to scrubbing his
back and of course, the feeling of her hands running over his body had the
expected effect.
Willow
was standing in front of him, having cleaned every other surface of his body.
Her eyes were on his erection and she was beginning to breathe a little fast.
She glanced at his eyes looking for permission to touch it. Instead Dan took
the soap from her and lathered up his hands. He proceeded to soap her body as
she had done for him only this time he used his hands instead of the loofa. She
seemed to far prefer being washed in this way. His touch was soft but firm and
he made sure she was well cleaned. He tried to remain clinical in his technique
but her sighs and coos as his hands touched her soft flesh were an incredible
distraction and his cock wasn't buying the act at all. It remained stiff as
iron throughout the entire exercise.
To
Be Continued in part 3, based on a post by BurntRedstone
for Literotica
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