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In the past three months, so much had changed in my life. The loving man was slowly fading away and leaving behind a man who now hated me.
I missed the way his hands felt all over my body.
The way only he could ever make me feel.
I missed him.
And he was right there in front of me, yet still felt miles away.
Most of all, I missed his arms around me when I slept. His eyes were cold, dark, and soulless. I didn’t know what was happening. Every day, it was something different. I couldn’t keep up with the roller coaster of emotions with him anymore.
Especially coming from someone who had never experienced them. It was literally a stage 5 hurricane, and I was merely hanging on to a very thin branch on its last leg. He was trying to push me away, deliberately shutting me out of his life.
As the minutes carried on, more insecurities came forward, making themselves known and not allowing me to rest for one second. I didn’t even recognize the woman staring back at me in the mirror. Maybe I never did.
I was losing myself to self-doubt and uncertainties like one of those pathetic girls who only relied on their feelings for a man. I was better than that.
Stronger.
Who am I joking?
Question after question sent me on a downward spiral with his scent all around me.
“I’m watchin’ over you,” he simply replied in a hard tone.
I smiled, trying to break through his icy demeanor.
“I’m gonna shower.”
I nodded as he stood, and he made his way into the bathroom.
Then all of a sudden, he expressed, “On second thought…” He sharply turned and grabbed my wrist…
To handcuff me to the iron bed frame.
“What the fu?—”
He didn’t pay me any mind and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. For the next twenty minutes, I tried to break free and only ended up turning my wrist a bright-ass shade of red.
When he stepped back into the bedroom, he only had a white towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets slid down his chest, and his big, thick cock just hung soft but looked hard against the thin cotton fabric.
I resisted the urge to lick my lips. “I’d get you some clothes,” I pointed out. “But you decided to go all Master on me.” To prove my point, I lifted my cuffed hand in the air. “Should we have a safe word?”
Again, he didn’t pay me any attention whatsoever. Instead, he looked in the drawers, finding a pair of gym shorts.
And what does the bastard do next?
He dropped the towel to the floor, and my eyes flew to where I wanted to look the most.
His dick.
It didn’t take long to begin getting hard, triggering me to announce, “At least somebody still likes me.”
“I like you, Sloan.”
Our eyes locked as he dressed, staying shirtless.
“Prove it.” I lifted my hand again, clinking the chain against the metal.
