He cocks his head at me, inspecting me curiously. “Money? I just gave you a bunch. What did you do with that cash?”
“I paid off some debt and a few bills ahead,” I say truthfully. “But more bills are going to pile up soon, and I can’t not pay them.”
“What kind of bills?”
“My apartment for one, my phone and power bill…” I trail off. There is really not much more besides Grams’s facility, but I’m not ready to tell him about that.
“You won’t need any of that since you are staying here. Tell me the real reason you need that money. Are you sending it to someone?”
“I just need it, okay? You want to keep me as your live-in sex toy? Fine, pay me. I want nine hundred dollars a week. You can do whatever you want to me for that.”
Excitement glistens in his eyes, and I’m already certain he is going to take the deal. “Why not just keep you and force you to be my sex toy for free?”
“Because I know you’d rather have me cooperate.”At least I hope.He killed the two guys for almost raping me, so I am going out on a limb and saying he doesn't want to force me.
“Fine, I’ll give you nine hundred a week, but let's get two things straight. One, I still don’t trust you. Two, I get to do whatever I want, which is going to be a very specific fantasy of mine.” A smile tugs on his lips, but his eyes are anything but friendly. They promise something dark.
“L-like what?” I remember him having me in the BDSM room and not being interested in any of the toys there. I know what people do in the other rooms upstairs, and none of that scares me. It’s the stuff they do downstairs that has my skin crawling. “Are you going to hurt me?”
“No,” he says right away, and a weight—one I didn’t even know was there— is lifted from my chest. “What I have planned won’t hurt you, but it is a bit unorthodox.”
“You won’t tell me what it is?”
“No. I'd rather it be a surprise.” He kicks off the blanket and gets out of the bed. My eyes fall onto his almost naked body. He is only wearing a pair of black boxers, the rest of his muscular body on full display.
“If you won’t tell me that, will you at least tell me your name?”
“Alaric.”
Alaric.I try the name out in my head. It’s stupid, but I’m a little less scared of him now that I know his name. It makes him a little less mysterious and a little more human.
“Come on, let’s take a shower.” Alaric motions for me to enter the attached bathroom.
“Together?” I ask as if I don’t already know the answer.
“Yes.” He smirks.
I step into the bathroom, suddenly feeling a bit shy, which is stupid, considering what I just agreed on doing. Besides, he already saw me completely naked at the club.
“Take your shirt and panties off,” he orders while ridding himself of his own underwear. I watch his already hard cock spring free, and my mouth waters as the memory of that thing in my mouth resurfaces.
Grabbing the hem of the shirt I slept in, I pull it over my head, realizing how tight and sensitive my nipples feel. He turns on the shower while keeping his eyes trained on me as I push down my panties next.
The large shower is made for at least two people, but as I step inside with Alaric, it feels small and cramped. If it wasn't for the shower walls being made of glass, I would surely have a panic attack right about now.
Intricate mosaic tiles line the inside of the shower, but I have a hard time appreciating it at the moment. I’m too busy eyeing the man in front of me. He is a good foot taller than me, his chest so large it seems like it’s permanently puffed out. His upper arms are the size of my thighs, and his hands could easily wrap around my entire throat.
Uncertainty worms its way through my body. Did I just make a deal with the devil? He said he wouldn’t hurt me, but can I believe him? Can I trust him so easily?
“Get the washcloth and put some soap on it. I want you to wash me.” I stare at the washcloth hanging on a hook like it’s a foreign object. “All of me,” he specifies.
Nodding, I take the cloth and squirt some soap on it like instructed. The fresh masculine scent fills my nose as I tentatively bring the rag to Alaric’s stomach and start to rub it over his skin. Soap bubbles form as I drag it up across his hair-covered chest and over his shoulders while the running water washes it away almost immediately.
“Is this your kink? Me washing you?”
“No.” The sound of his deep laughter echoing around the room takes me by surprise. “Not that, but I do like your hands on me.”
Besides the occasional muscle twitching, he stands completely still while I wash his entire upper body. That changes as soon as I lower myself to my knees. I look up at him through my lashes and notice his chest puffing up, making him look impossibly big. I feel like a dwarf in front of a giant, hoping not to get crushed.