Satisfied I won, I make my way across the room and pull back another sheet to reveal the worn tub. There’s no hot water, but I had my people fill it earlier, so it’s is tepid but not freezing. Even though it rained earlier, the air is still heavy and warm.
“Here,” I point at the tub, and I see a hint of defiance once more in her big blue eyes before she seems to decide better of it and walks over. I stand back and watch as she goes to untie the wrap covering her chest when she stops, flushing. I imagine all the blood rushing to her cheeks and my cock instantly turns rock hard.
“Can I get some privacy?” she says, putting a hand on her hip. I shake my head and cross my arms. There is no way I am missing this. She narrows her eyes at me for a moment before sighing, knowing I’ve got her now.
Ten
Ana
As much as I am loath to undress before this man, I know I don’t have a choice. He could easily throw me to the inmates, much less force me to get naked. Although I notice the predatory gaze in his eyes when he watches me, I do think he means well by his offer. I also think he intends to keep me for himself anyways. Whether that’s for better or worse, I don’t yet know, but my body tingles at the thought.
Plus, this is my first chance in weeks to have a somewhat proper bath and my grimy body is already excited for it.
It’s been a long, long time since anyone else has seen my body. I’ve been pretending to be a man for about eight years now, since that awful night where I lost my last vestiges of innocence. Luckily, Josh saved me, but we knew it was only a matter of time before it happened again. I chopped off my long blonde hair and learned the best way to wrap my chest, so my boobs weren’t obvious. A few new tattoos added, both because I love it and to add to the foreboding image. Josh taught me how to walk more like a man, to lower my voice a bit. He taught me how to fight and overtake opponents a lot bigger than me. It was an interesting learning curve, but in all this time I’ve never been discovered, and it’s all thanks to Josh.
I swallow hard, pushing those memories from my mind. I can’t think of Josh right now, not with Axle staring at me like he is. I feel heat rush to my face, but I am determined not to show weakness to this man.
I carefully untie the bands on my chest, unwrapping them slowly, though I know it is prolonging the inevitable. I feel his eyes watching my every move. When I’m on the last bit, I turn away from him and undo the last of it, not brave enough to turn and bare myself to him.
I hear faint footsteps behind me and my heart beats faster as he steps up behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder. With unprecedented gentleness, he turns my body around, so I am bare on top facing him. My lip quivers but I don’t resist, merely look up into his black eyes. I am shocked to see they look right back at mine, his gaze not wandering lower to my exposed chest. I feel so vulnerable like this, which I think he enjoys if his strained pants are anything to go by.
Very slowly, he brings his hands down and loops his fingers into the waistband of my pants, never taking his eyes off mine. My breath quickens as he drags the fabric down my legs and now, I stand completely naked before him. Yet, he keeps his eyes on mine.
My lips part to accommodate my need for air and without warning, his lips clash down onto mine. I’ve kissed men before, but not like this. This is savage and filled with desire. I find myself kissing him back, quickly getting swept up in the moment. He tastes of liquor and pain, and I want more.
When he brings his lips away, I surprise myself when I let out the smallest of whimpers. There’s dampness between my legs I am not used to, and I instinctively press my thighs together. Now, he does drag his eyes down my body and his eyes darken even further. The look in his eyes speaks of desire but it doesn’t feel sinister. His eyes revere and worship my body.
My eyes drop to his pants which do nothing to hide the hardness within. He catches me looking and points at the tub. “Get in, before I decide you don’t need to be clean.”
I nod, not sure my voice will work right now, and scramble into the tub. The water is cool but not cold. Compared to the humid temperature, even at night, it is welcome. I find myself sighing as I sink into the water. I let my arms float in the water for a moment before reaching for the small sliver of soap on the edge. It feels heavenly to rub the dirt and grime out of my skin.
The entire time, Axle watches. He watches me like a hungry wolf, ready to pounce on his prey. Despite myself, I find myself enjoying him watching. Never in my life have I felt like this before. Desirable and sexy. No one has ever looked at me the way Axle does.
When I was young, maybe thirteen or fourteen, there would be men that leered at me. I was so young still, my breasts barely coming in and my body still thin and lanky from youth. I hated the feeling of men watching me, sizing me up like a pretty object they liked and wanted. I was so lucky to have Josh around. He’d tell anyone making inappropriate gestures at me to fuck off. He made me feel safe. It was only a year or two later that I finally started disguising myself, and only two years after that when he…
I stop rubbing the bar of soap on my body, suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. Maybe it’s the fear of being here or something more, but I shouldn’t crave any man’s eyes on me, much less this one. Josh died for me, to keep me safe, and here I am enjoying myself in the exact type of situation he died to prevent.
Something must show on my face because Axle is at the edge of the tub in an instant.
“What is it?” I swear he actually sounds concerned.
“Nothing,” I lie, keeping my voice steady. “Just thinking of something.”
He frowns and walks a few feet away to grab a chair and the bottle of rum, before sitting and turning back to watch me.
“Your face changed,” he says matter of factly, “You were upset about something.”
I pause and look at his face. It is impassible as he takes another swig from the bottle, still watching me.
“What are you going to do with me?”
He looks at me, blinking a few times. “You’re mine,” he says, sounding a bit surprised I should even ask. I give him my best unimpressed look, but he doesn’t seem to notice. I decide to try a different tactic.
“How long have you been in charge here?” Itisa good idea for me to get a better feel for this place. While having him find out I’m a woman wasn’t part of the plan, maybe I can use it for my benefit. I flush when I think of what I’ll likely have to do to get it. Strangely, I’m not repulsed by the thought.
“Long enough,” he replies cryptically, and I roll my eyes before they drop to the bottle. I hold my hand out and he doesn’t hesitate to hand it back. With no food in my belly, my head is beginning to feel a bit fuzzy but in a welcome way.
“Clearly,” I mumble as I hand the bottle back and he raises an eyebrow.