Page 51 of Under His Control

Jacob’s stare is palpable on my back and my ass. The sooner I get out of here, the better. I quickly wash my hair and body, fresh embarrassment coursing through me when I clean myself below the waist with my fingers.

I will never, ever take for granted again the peace of mind of solo showers.

The situation worsens when my shower is over. He’s standing right by the door, closer than he was before. His posture is casual but he’s watching me with unwavering attention. It reminds me of how he looked at me this morning after I caressed his cheek.

My face burns. Shielding my intimate parts with my hands isn’t going well. My arm can’t contain my breasts and I’m sure he can still see glimpses of my pussy through my fingers.

“Can you hand me the towel behind you?”

“Your shyness is pointless,” he says, ignoring my request. “I’ve already seen you naked.”

I scowl. “Then you don’t need to do it again. Please hand me the towel.”

Jacob straightens from his lean, standing taller. My sense of vulnerability climbs.

He’s blocking the door and his towering presence is intimidating in this small, enclosed space. He could step into the shower and trap me with him.

I’m naked.

He’s bigger and stronger than me.

It would be easy for him to take what he obviously wants.

That awareness terrifies me. Perverse curiosity lurks just underneath the fear.

If Jacob shoved me against the wall and fucked me against my will, would I hate it like I should?

Absofuckinglutely.

Based on the little thrill that goes through me when I imagine that scenario, I think I might be lying to myself.

He twists at the hips, yanks the towel from the rack, and hands it to me. I snatch it from him and hold it to my front. He makes a soft, amused sound then turns and leaves the bathroom.

I let out a long breath. These two weeks won’t be easy. Jacob has shown restraint but will it last? Or is he just fucking with me because it amuses him though he’ll never cross that taboo line?

Dried and dressed, I wipe the collar clean before putting it on again. I return to the living room and come to an abrupt stop.

The TV is on. Jacob is sitting on the couch with a game controller in his hand, playing a first person shooter I recognize. It’s the same one Kevin likes to play.

“It works! It’s a miracle!”

Jacob tosses an amused look at me.

“The wonders of electricity.”

My brow tightens. “Oh, that’s how you’re doing it.”

He turns off the power to it before he leaves for work. The jerk. He’s so inventive with his torment. Now that he’s escalated to watching me while I shower, I dread what else he has in store for the next several days.

My worry fades into the background when I notice my tablet and drawing pen on the coffee table. I take a seat on the couch and look at Jacob, pointing at the tablet.

“Did you put this here so I can use it?”

He nods. “Until bedtime. The piece you were painting the other night was impressive. I want to see how it turns out.”

He likes my art.

I’m glowing on the inside as I pick up my tablet.