Chapter 6 - knight in shining armour

Chapter 6 - knight in daddy armour  

But time seems to stop. 

Nothing, absolutely nothing happens after I close my eyes and resign to misery. 

Rather, a certain chill envelopes my body causing my to shiver and open my eyes to investigate and as I do, I come face to face with my hero. 

"My Martinez?" My voice comes out in a quiver as I try but fail to get up. 

"Gently," he says as he helps hold me up, making me rest on his broad chest. 

"Shawn is that really you?" I call out again, trying to understand or at least register what is going on. 

Did I die? Did I pass out? Am I dreaming? What's going on? 

Why was I terrified one second and now I'm calm in the next. 

He came, he really came to save me.

"Shh baby girl" he says as he pats my hair, making me close my eyes to register the comfort it comes with. 

"Don't cry, I'm here now, I'm here baby girl", he says with such a calming and comforting voice that I start to drift in and out of sleep except I do not give into it. 

I need to know what is going on. So I sit up and ask. 

Shawn's POV

I wouldn't have forgiven myself. I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself if anything had happened to Stella. If I had gone into that room a minute later, I wouldn't have forgiven myself. 

But I wouldn't have forgiven those four bastards who dared to touch Stella. Not like I would be forgiving them now. 

Not after I caught them touching her and about to molest her. What would have happened if I hadn't suggested that we came through the backdoor and decided to investigate the noise?

But I'm glad nothing happened. I'm glad she's able to find comfort in my hold. 

"Thank you for saving me. I'm so glad you heard me when I called you", she says as she grips my hand and presses her chest on mine in a hug. 

I understand that she's grateful and also that she is trying to calm herself down but all this is turning me on. 

Her weak naked legs spread on my bed and the way her full breast keep rubbing on my chest and appearing in my line of sight. 

But I'll give her time and hold it in. I can't trigger her by making her think she arouses me. 

"I want to go home", she says as she looks up to me with her moist and glassy eyes and not in this word or in the next could I ever bring myself to say no to those eyes. 

"Okay" I tell her as I proceed to get off the bed, but her grip on my shirt tightens, "don't leave me", she sobs. 

"Don't worry baby girl, I would never leave you." I say before bending to scoop her in my arms. 

With her legs dangling on the side and her head buried in my chest, I walk out of the room, tracing the route I took in less than 15 minutes ago.

"Boss, where to?" One of my body guards asks. 

"Home." I reply and with a nod, he jogs ahead leaving some other two behind me. I came with ten of them and brought in 7 of them with me with the hopes of intimidating the party and getting through with this deal.

But all of that comes secondary to the issue at hand.  

TWO DAYS LATER 

Stella's POV

I've been trying to get the feel of their hands touching their body out of my mind, but I had more than failed. 

I've tried, I've really tried to scrub it off my skin and my memories all together, but it's not working. The doctor said getting over the trauma would take a while. But how long? 

I am frustrated and alone especially since I insisted that Mr Martinez kept it a secret from his daughter and Tina herself has been too busy partying to notice that something was off. 

I tried to avoid Mr Martinez too, I can't help but feel dirty and think he feels the same way about me. 

I've been soiled and dirtied by those guys. 

Since no one is around, I decided to use Mr Martinez's bathroom, because I've had this phobia of being alone since then. 

I feel a weird crawling on my skin and and bring my sponge up to my shoulders and scrub hard. 

"Ahh" I cry as I drain the water in the tub and turn on the warm water outlet which burns my skin because of the sore on my skin. 

I'm crying and trying to get over their hands on my skin when I feel someone's hand on mine. 

The grip is masculine, firm and oddly comforting. I'm however started as I trash around. 

"Let me go, please, please let me go", I plead as I trash my leg in the water. 

"Stella stop", his voice comes deep and commanding, making me obey. 

Again, it's Mr Martinez saving me from my demons. 

"Stella don't hurt yourself", he pleads as he grabs an handkerchief and tries to wrap me in it, but I refuse. 

I fold my legs to my chest and shake my head in a protest. 

"No, don't come close, I've been dirtied by them, I bet you hate me and think I'm disgusting now", I sob as I bury my face in between my knees. 

He goes silent for a while and I think it's in admittance, but his next words shock me. 

"If only you knew, Stella. Sweetheart, if only you knew how hard you make me when I'm around you or merely think of you", he says and I raise my head up to look at him. 

How come he's saying this? Isn't he supposed to hate me and think I'm a burden? 

"But you saw those guys doing those things to me", I say in between sobs. 

"And I hate myself for it sweetheart. I hate that you had to go through any of that and I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself if anything else had happened. I would have made sure those guys saw the end of their pathetic lives if they had gotten any further with that" he stops as he sucks in a deep breath. 

Regret is clearly written on his face. 

"Mr Martinez?" I call out as I kneel in the tub and try to reach out to him. 

He looks like he's in so much pain and like he has been punishing himself ever since. 

I never knew someone cared about me enough to hate themselves for me. 

It has me moved to tears and I find myself sobbing. 

"I'm sorry, Mr Martinez, it's my fault", I sob as I recoil back to my knees. "I'm really sorry to have put you in such a position, I got drunk by mistake and…"

"Princess stop" his voice comes out strong

"But…"

"No buts. It's not your fault any of that happened, but I made sure to punish them by ruining the life they know. I spent the last two days working on that and making them regret it without tieing anything back to you." He says as he reaches froward to me. 

My tears dried up immediately at the thought of it. 

I suddenly feel a lot light weight and better. 

"Mr Martinez", I call out his name feeling so touched and happy. 

"Sweetheart, can you please not call me by that name?" 

"What do you mean?" I ask looking into his eyes. 

"Call me Shawn. Call me my name now and don't repeat the mistake again, I could punish you." He says, sending a shiver up my spine. 

"You'll catch a cold at this rate", he says with concern, "let's get you out of this bath water while you tell me why you are inside my bathroom instead of yours", he says but instead of feeling like I've done something wrong, I find myself blushing. 

"I felt safer here, Shawn", I say out loud, calling the name I have often screamed in darkness whenever I pleasured myself. 

"Good girl", he says before scooping me out of the water and wrapping the towel around me but that made no difference as his hands still cupped my ass as he made his way out of the bathroom.

"Tina, isn't she coming back today?", I ask as I try to get off of him and walk, but his grip around me tightens. 

"Baby girl, we have the house to ourselves", he says as he props me up and continues with long strides into his bedroom. 

He drops me so gently that I feel like I'm being tended to like an angel. 

"Never forget that you are safe with me and I will do anything, absolutely anything to make you happy all the time", he says, making sure to look me in the eyes as he reaches out for the lotion on the mirror table. 

"Yes Shawn" I reply with a nod. 

"Good girl", he says with a satisfied smirk as his hand reaches down to adjust something.