Wild Nights(29)

He reached down on the ground and pulled up a suitcase of stuff. I recognized the suitcase. It was mine. From home.

“Where’d you get that?” I asked him.

“Your closet,” he said, matter-of-factly.

He threw it on the bed and unzipped it. I recognized everything in there. It was like he just took a crapshoot of clothes from my drawers and closet and threw it all in there. I also recognized all my toiletries in the mesh toiletry section. He was like he’d just grabbed everything or cleared off my bathroom counters and tossed it all in there.

As fucked up as it was, it felt good in that moment to have those comforts of home. They gave me hope, a hope that eventually I could return there and my life would be normal again. I just had to survive for now.

He moved the suitcase over to the bathroom and kicked it in, sliding it across the floor. He strutted back over to the bed, whipped out his trusty knife, and cut the tape around my wrists. He grabbed me by the arm once again and escorted me to the bathroom.

“Leave the door open,” he said.

“I can’t shower in privacy?” I retorted.

He said nothing as he grabbed onto a chair and pulled it in front of the bathroom door. He really wasn’t going to let me out of his sight, not even for one minute.

It was degrading to say the least, but I followed his orders. I stripped my clothes off as he watched, and I flipped the shower on. Steam soon filled the air, and I stepped inside. I let the water drip down me, washing me clean, giving me a fresh start, and making me feel human again, if only for a few minutes.

I grabbed a bottle of the motel shampoo and lathered up my long, blonde hair. Normally I’d travel with my own shampoo and conditioner, and I’d complain about how horrible this stuff was, but in that moment, it just felt good to have clean hair. That was all that mattered.

I took the bar of soap and ran it over every square inch of my body. I massaged it into my calves, my stomach, and my breasts. I ran it over my face, my neck, and my ears as well. Every place that Blaze had kissed me or bitten me, was then washed clean.

“You about done in there?” he called after just a few minutes.

“Just getting started,” I called back.

I could hear him huffing and puffing. He probably didn’t like the fact that I was “free” in that moment. He didn’t like me to be unrestrained. He didn’t trust me enough yet. I wondered if I could gain his trust if he’d give me a few more liberties and let me roam free.

I had taken drama classes in high school. I knew I could act. If I had to save my life, I would do it. I would pretend to see things his way. I would pretend to love him. I would agree with everything he said. It was my only way, and I knew it. If I kept opposing him, he would just treat me worse and worse.

Men liked him liked to control women like me. I was going to let him control me if that’s what it was going to take. I needed to make him trust me or better yet, believe me. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I knew I could do it.

I emerged from the shower dripping wet and lingered in front of him for a bit before drying off. I did it all on purpose, of course, as I knew he was watching my every move still. I grabbed some motel lotion from near the sink and began massaging it into my skin, rubbing my breasts and ass as sensually as I could.

From the corner of my eye, I could see him readjusting himself and repositioning himself in the chair. I knew I was turning him on. My little plan was working.

“Getting a little hot and bothered there,” I said as I turned to him and winked.

He said nothing as he was probably wondering where the hell this new Molly was coming from.

I leaned down into my suitcase and rifled through the underwear he’d packed. From the looks of it, it appeared he’d thrown in my nicest, sexiest stuff from my good lingerie drawer. Some of that stuff I hadn’t worn since I was with Jeremy.

“Hm,” I said as I rifled through it. “Pink or black?”

I held up two pairs of lacy panties and let him decide.

“Pink or black?” I asked him. He was definitely caught off guard, and I loved that.

“Black,” he said as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

I slipped them on as sexily as I possibly could as he took it all in. I purposely left my bra off while I applied my makeup and did my hair. He watched me the whole entire time, never once leaving my sight.

When I was all done up, I turned towards him and walked right up to his lap. I slowly lowered myself onto my knees, rubbing my body against his as much as possible, and started working on his belt buckle.

I sure as fuck didn’t want to fuck him, but I’d suck his cock if it got me in his good graces.

“What’s this?” he asked with a coy smile.