SHOWER AND SUBMISSION

Chapter 9

Isabella

God, why is it so hot?

I kick the covers, but they won't come off. My body feels like a furnace.

"Woah, are you trying to kick me off my bed?"

My eyes open up. I let out a scream, elbows and legs flying all over the place.

Someone is in my bed.

"Ow, holy fuck, woman."

I take in the room and remember the kidnapping, James and his mind-blowing orgasms.

"Oh," I say as I turn around to face him.

He is holding his hand over his left eye. My eyes widen in horror.

"Are you okay? I woke up and panicked."

"I gathered that when you elbowed me in the face. Should I expect this abuse every morning?" He asks in a dry tone of voice.

I pull the covers up to my chest.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Let me see." I say as I pull his hand away.

I wince when I see his eye is all red and beginning to look puffy. He doesn't look angry, just bemused.

"Stay right here. I will get you some ice."

I move to leave the bed. His hand sneaks out and pulls me back down. His body covers mine.

"I've had worse, never from a woman, though. Do you want to make it up to me?"

I look at him with suspicion.

"Make it up, how?"

"It's Sunday. Just spend the day with me as if you are here by choice."

"Do we get to leave the apartment?"

"No, but there is a rooftop garden."

I look at his face. He is serious. I wince when I see his red eye.

I'm going to regret this.

"Fine. Even though this wouldn't have occurred if I had my own bedroom."

His face breaks out into a big smile. He looks so happy that I agreed. I can't stay mad at his stupid face. He pushes a strand of hair away from my forehead and kisses me on it.

"Come on, I'm helping you trim your beautiful pussy today. Do you want me to shave your legs too?" He asks as he pulls himself off from me.

"No. You're not doing that." I say, cringing with embarrassment.

"Who's fault is it that you're pregnant? I put that condom on while I was drunk. You can't reach with your tummy in the way. I'm obsessed with your body. So it's my fault. I want you to feel comfortable and feel as sexy as you should."

I can't decide if he is sick or sweet. Either way, I need his help, so I follow him to the bathroom.

I end up in the shower with James on his knees with my leg flung over his shoulder. I try so hard not to laugh, as his expression is deadly serious as he peers at what he called his masterpiece. He spent so much time shaving my legs. His cock has been rock hard since we got into the shower. He hasn't once made a move on me, though.

"Don't move. I don't want to cut you."

I feel the blade slide against my pussy. He moves me around till it satisfied him. He looks up at me and kisses my belly before rinsing me off. I wash my hair. He comes up behind me and slides his hands from my hips, ribs, and then to my breasts.

"I'm more than happy to shave you anytime you want, darling." He murmurs into my ear.

"James, this is temporary…"

"No, what did you promise me for today?"

"I'm here by choice and we will have a wonderful day together?" I ask dryly.

"There you go. That's the spirit." He kisses my neck, giving me goosebumps along my arm.

"Why don't I help you relax before breakfast?" He says as he turns me around and slides down to his knees.

"I'm going to devour you for my breakfast." He says before burying his face into my pussy.

I don't know if he was talking to me or my pussy at this stage, I don't care. This is far better than his emails and flowers.

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I'm drowning in his t-shirt and sweatpants as I sit at the kitchen table as he makes us both a big breakfast as we took so long in the shower. I get a cup of tea instead of coffee. It will do.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why haven't you fucked me?"

He spurts his coffee out before grabbing a napkin and wiping down the table.

"Do you want me to?" He asks once he has composed himself.

"I was just curious." I say, ignoring his question. Truth be told, he has been flinging his hard cock all over the place and yes, I am tempted. I don't say any of this. He already has me locked in his apartment. I might never see daylight again if I admit I want him.

"I feel guilty about the wedding. Since I was a teenager, I have not performed that badly. I want to make it up to you."

His blue eyes, full of amusement, watch me intently.

I dive into my breakfast. I've had no morning sickness for a while so I can enjoy my breakfast. James is watching me again.

"You're going to give me a complex, you know."

"I think I have got a fetish for watching you eat and your body since yesterday."

I point my fork at him.

"That's just weird."

"Everything from your dorm arrives shortly. Keira made sure everything you will need was packed for you. You can get comfortable in your own clothes soon enough." He says casually.

"James, you can't force me to move in with you." I warn him with a glare.

"It's already happened. Your University has been very generous and will allow you to do all your lessons online except for the few exams that I can take you in for."

I frown at him, wondering why they were so accommodating for him and I had to grovel for weeks before they put something short term in place for me.

"I made a generous donation to the University. Look, we are supposed to have a nice normal day today. So I will just get this over with. You are studying, you work and you are growing a baby in your body. This shouldn't be a time for you to be stressed out and overworked. You have the Easter break. We can get to know one another."

I search his face for any form of deviousness. He seems sincere. I bite my lower lip.

"Are you still going to keep me locked up in this apartment?"

He hesitates before his face hardens.

"I told you, I'm not letting you out of my sight. The thought that you would have let me miss everything, including my child's birth. Until I know you will stay, you won't be leaving this apartment unless I'm with you." He says in a quiet voice, but I can hear the underlying anger. He runs his hand through his sandy blonde hair in an agitated manner.

Not saying anything, I focus on my plate, but my appetite wanes. So I end up pushing my food around the plate. I get up to clear my dishes.

"Are you not going to finish your breakfast?"

"No. I'm full, thanks."

I feel his eyes on my back. I ignore him and carry on loading the dishwasher.

"Leave that. I will do it."

"I'm not used to being stuck indoors doing nothing. I need to keep active."

He says nothing, but I still feel watching me. I finish cleaning the kitchen and make my way to the living room. I just need some space from him just now.

∞∞∞

All my things came. He took all my things into his bedroom and unpacked them. I'm not here by choice and I don't accept him making all the choices for me, so I left him to it. I understand what he said and some of it makes sense, but my independent spirit won't allow him to control of my life. The ending of this story could be terrible for me. I refuse to put myself into that position with someone I hardly know.

About an hour later, he comes out to the living room and sits next to me.

"Do you want to get changed and we can go to the rooftop?"

"I'm fine with what I'm wearing. I just want to get out of this place for a while."

"Go get changed, Isabella." He says through gritted teeth.

"Whatever." I say, getting up and flouncing out of the living room. Making my way through to the bedroom, I rummage around, slamming drawers and cupboards until I find all my clothes.

I rip off his t-shirt and untie his massive sweatpants that I had rolled over several times and throw them at the t-shirt, which I have left on the bedroom floor. Putting on my underwear, leggings and a t-shirt on. I stomp to the closet and get a jacket and my shoes. It looks sunny outside but if we go on the roof, it will be colder.

I look back at the clothes I threw on the floor. I want to pick them up but my inner bitch takes over as I walk out of the bedroom.

He is still sitting on the sofa when I go back into the living room. I ignore him and walk towards the hallway and wait by the front door. He eventually comes over and before I know it, he grabs a hold of my wrist and snaps a pair of handcuffs on me.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" I yell at him.

"What? If you are going to act like a brat, I'm going to treat you like one."

"Fuck you, James. I should have given you two black eyes when I had the chance."

He chuckles but doesn't say anything. He opens the door and nudges me out. We take the lift to the rooftop. It feels so nice getting some fresh air. When he takes me through past the balcony, the rooftop is massive and it's got benches, a small pond, grass and some kind of trellis all around it, with vines growing around it. There are flower beds planted all around. I'm taken aback. It's stunning if it wasn't for the wind. I could imagine I'm in a normal garden on the ground.

I walk forward only to be stopped by the handcuff he has attached to his wrist.

"Can you get this off me? I'm not so desperate to get away from you. I will jump off the balcony." As I roll my eyes at him and my voice as dry as the Sahara desert.

"Sorry, no can do. I enjoy having you close to me. I think I should just keep these on for the next three weeks of your break." He says with a big unrepentant smile that makes me want to slap it off.

The anger surges inside of me before I can say or do anything further. He puts his big sausage fingers through mine as he pulls me towards the gardens. I pull his hand along, taking in all the beauty before sitting on the bench in front of the pond. It's so peaceful here. We sit in silence and I slowly feel myself relax. It started off with such a pleasant morning to this friction.

I shiver as the wind picks up.

"Do you want my jacket?"

"No. Let's go inside."

He stands up, pulling me along with his fucking handcuffs. I try to tamper the anger inside of me. I wish I could speak to Riah but the thought of upsetting her while she is pregnant always stops me. She would have been able to give me advice on how to deal with this gorilla. She gives birth next month. I guess if she is holding two babies in her arms, she can't kill me.

Before I know it, we are back inside the apartment. He takes the handcuffs off from me.

Does he really think I will run away out of the country with his baby? Or go into hiding? Maybe all rich people are weirdos.

"Riah, will expect me to call her."

"I will call Torian and let him know you are indisposed during the holidays."

"James, I want to speak to my sister!"

"You can in a few days' time. I'm just going into the office."

I watch his back, wondering if I should get a knife from the kitchen before he gets back. As I slump back onto the sofa, when the thought occurs to me I get squeamish with blood.

Where is a bottle of arsenic when you need it?