Page 40 of Savage Don

My heart pounds as I reach for another dollop of shower gel. With an impatient swiftness, I wipe off Francesca’s back, just to make sure she’s truly clean; then, I unhand her.

That isn’t my best idea.

Immediately, she collapses to the shower floor. Crying out as her knees hit the tiles.

Fuck. I didn’t mean to do that. But I’m so drained that my reaction time is lacking.

“Shit. Sorry,” I grumble. Reaching under her arms, I pull Francesca back up to her feet. A sliver of guilt pierces through my chest. Fuck. She must still be messed up from the drugs.

Fuck. Did I just take advantage of a drugged-up college girl?

No. She’s slept the toxins out. This was her idea—even if I pushed her towards it.

Still, I want to get rid of this guilt. What can I do?

“It’s fine,” Francesca sighs. “I’m alright. Can I just stay in here a little longer?”

She’s still facing away from me, but I can hear the heaviness in her voice. It makes sense. She’s a virgin. I may not have just popped her cherry, but I did come awfully close.

This must be even more intense for her than it is for me.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s completely overwhelmed right now.

“You don’t want to get dressed?”

“Not in that outfit,” she says, drowsily nodding in the direction where she stripped for me. “It’s filthy. I can’t believe I slept in it…”

Just like that, I know how to make this up to her. And I won’t even have to diverge from my overarching plan.

“Then stay in the shower. There’s no hurry. Just don’t prune up. The deals off if you’ve turned into a giant raisin by the time I’ve returned.”

Brushing my hand down her back, just so I can touch her one last time, I get ready to leave her.

But that’s easier said than done.

I’ve waited so long for all of this. Now, it’s finally time to live out my fantasies. But I know that those fantasies include more than just playing with Francesca.

As with everything, there’s a business angle to this.

“Where are you going?” she asks after me, when I pull open the shower door and step out into the steamy bathroom.

“I’m going to see your father,” I smirk.

For a second, I’m worried she might collapse again. “Ray, you promised!” she chokes, bulldozed by shock.

“I’m your master,” I remind her. “… And I will be for as long as I keep my promise.”

“So, you’re not breaking your word?” she asks, scrunching up that cute little button nose of hers.

“Never,” I smirk. “I’m just going to pick up some stuff from your place. Do you have any requests?”

Francesca’s knees clink together as she tries to not let the weight of everything crush her. Every protective instinct in me wants to lunge forward and hold her upright, but I’ve already done enough of that today.

She’ll learn to stand on her own. She needs to.

“Will you get some clothes from my closet?”

“Of course.”