Kade continued his walk back to his room, slowing down unnecessarily. He hoped Nine was asleep by the time he got there. He wasn’t sure he could stomach anymore talking or awkward silences.
∞ Nine ∞
Master Kade returned quickly, much quicker than I’d hoped. As he closes the door behind him, he pauses. The room is eerily quiet as he undoubtedly strains his ears to hear my breathing pattern. To solidify the lie of sleep, I sigh and shift on the bed. Perhaps faking sleep will get me off the hook if he’s come back for something else. I ignore the chance of it making him want more from me.
I hear him exhale a breath of relief and cross the room. I’m impressed he can make his way around the room in the dark without falling over anything. Not a second after the thought passes, he flicks on the lamp on his desk. I shut my eyes, inching the blanket as slowly as I can to cover majority of my face. I keep my eyes closed, but listen carefully, following the sound of pattering shoes. The sound draws nearer, sending dread hurling through my stomach. It takes all of my strength not to ball the blanket in my hands and squeeze it against me. Before I know it, I can feel him next to me… I can feel his warmth wafting onto me, entering me like an enticing poison; I’m unable to cringe away. Slowly, his fingers curl around the blanket and he lowers it, pulling it down past my breast and stomach, exposing my hips and thighs, until the blanket rests heavily on my knees. I lie still—dead still—the only way he’d be able to tell if I’m awake is if he rubbed the palms of my hands. They’re soaking, I’m sure. His finger grazes the bare flesh between my breasts and my breath hitches. Shit! Kade freezes, but doesn’t remove his finger from my skin. I keep my eyes closed, still feigning sleep. Directly underneath his touch, my heart is beating a million miles an hour, sending its own fearful rhythm into the tip of his finger. When he’s certain I’m still asleep, he lowers his finger, dragging it down the centre of my ribcage and over my tummy. My tummy tenses and spasms as his finger glides over sensitive muscles. Goosebumps erupt as tingles leave the tip of his finger and dance on the surface of my skin. He stops as he reaches the bare patch of skin just above my vagina. My heat beats rapidly, threatening to break through my ribcage and tear out of my chest completely. I let out a small, shaky breath as his finger begins to circle in thought. With another exhale, he removes his skin from mine and pulls the blanket back up. When I’m concealed, I relax completely, and when I hear the tapping of his shoes fade over to the other side of the room, I shift on the bed, rolling onto my side and tucking my knees into my chest to avoid another situation like that. Between my thighs, I pulse in hot waves. The waves grow bigger and bigger until I find myself silently wishing he’d do it again… wishing he’d slipped his finger a little further.
A door on the other side of the room opens and instinctively so do my eyes. Thankfully, the noise squashes any immoral thoughts that try to seep through as I peer over my blanket at Kade, who enters the bathroom. He pushes the door behind him, but it doesn’t close, leaving the slightest gap. Silence ensues. For a couple of minutes, there’s no noise to indicate what he’s doing… until the glorious sound of clean water crashing against tiles fills my ears. I listen to the sound, imagining the hot water as it beats down on my back and rolls down my spine. I almost fall asleep, too, until a distinct sound tears through my ears and ignites my blood.
The sound sends a pang of heat through me, making my lips part and my heart stutter. A groan of pleasure? I’m sure it is. I recognise the sound… I’ve heard it reverberate around this house many times since my arrival, but it was always accompanied with a female moan or a cry for help.
I push back the blankets and swing my legs off the edge of the bed. I don’t want to get out of bed, my brain is waving me down with red flags, but every other cell in my body forces me forward. I want to see him. I want to see Master Kade at his most vulnerable.
I tip-toe as quietly as I can, not caring that I’m as naked as a baby, through the sitting area filled with large couches and over to the bathroom door. I peer around the corner and into the bathroom. I see him then—all of him—naked in the shower. My eyes roam his naked, dripping wet body. He’s captivating with his broad shoulders, narrow waist and slim hips… my throat dries. To see him so exposed, to see his physical perfection in its full form up close sends blood rushing through me like burning lava in my veins. His damp hair sticks to his forehead and he slicks it back before bracing his hand against the shower glass. The glass barely fogs, leaving so much for me to see. A shiver tears down my spine and settles in my core, making everything feel sensitive and numb at the same time as my stare settles on his beautiful penis. The beautiful penis I touched with my mouth—that I wanted to touch with my mouth. Every long, thick inch of it is exposed as he palms it with long, arousing strokes and his full, red-kissed lips part as he expels a heady breath of air. I can’t believe how close I am… close enough to hear him groan low in his throat, close enough to see goosebumps prickle over the surface of his skin… but I want to be closer. I want to be close enough to feel his hot breath on my neck—his warm tongue on my nipple.