Chapter 68

It was dark, and I could see very little of the home that Charles' driver was approaching, though I saw the gates open and could make out at least three stories of flowing glass and warm-colored wood inside. There appeared to be stone walls and underfoot as we walked up toward an enormous door.

"I wish you were seeing it under better circumstances," he said. "I love this place, and I want you to feel totally at home here."

He pressed a code into a keypad and the door clicked open. Charles pushed it wide and gestured for me to walk in.

As I did, lights turned on at my movement and I saw dark, shining black surfaces next to warm woods, and soft looking leather sofas and chairs arranged on beautiful white woven carpet.

Above me the ceiling stretched up three stories, most of the walls were glass, and I could see a sliver of moon through vast skylights so clean they looked like they weren't there at all.

The sight of the moon comforted the ache in my heart. I looked and saw that Charles was watching me.

"It's beautiful," I said "I can't wait to see the rest of it."

He opened his arms and I stepped into them, feeling my entire body sag. He held me tight, keeping me up as I began to cry, not saying a word, simply holding me closer, rocking slightly.

When I finally pulled back, needing to take a deep breath, I looked down at my hands and noticed one was covered in dried blood. I gasped, and began to cry again, holding my hand as far away from myself as possible.

"This way," Charles said, quickly guiding me to the right down a long, glassed-in corridor and into one of the rooms toward the end.

It was a vast, grey, slate and chrome bathroom, the shower containing multiple heads and places to sit or stand. A shining black and chrome tub sat nearby. White towels hung from the walls and chrome sinks and a large mirror made up the area closest to the door.

Charles was already running a chrome faucet and held my hand under the warm water. He grabbed a soap dispenser, puts some liquid in his hand, and began to scrub my hands with his own.

"Thank you," I said, aware it must be more painful for him than for me. "I can manage."

He stepped back, looking tired as I scrubbed the blood away. When I finished, he handed me a towel and started the shower.

I could smell Charles' own personal vetiver smell in this room. "This is your personal bathroom?" I asked.

He nodded and smiled his verification. "But for now, it's yours. Take a hot shower and relax. I'll do the same in the guest bathroom."

He put his hands on my shoulders. "Are you going to be okay if I leave you for a few minutes?"

"I should be asking you that," I said.

He smiled and kissed the top of my head. "I'm good, my love."

I stripped out of my clothes, only then remembering the manila envelope I'd put in my top for safekeeping. I laid it carefully on the floor outside the bathroom door, and then returned to the shower.

The vast showerhead released water like warm rain from the ceiling, and I relaxed in the steam and hot almost instantly, feeling the sadness in my chest and letting my hair pull my head down so that for many minutes I stood watching the water swirl down the drain near my toes.

I must have been there a while, as a quiet tap on the glass walls made me jump and I saw the form of Charles on the other side through the steam.

"Hey," he said, putting his head in. His shoulder and chest muscles pulled my eyes from his face momentarily, and I blushed, seeing his eyes go similarly to my naked body and then back. I wanted to cover up, but it was pointless.

"I've been running the bath while you've been in here. I think you should relax a little with me."

I nodded, and turned off the shower. The floor was warm and I realized the tile must be heated from underneath.

The black tub was mostly full of water and white suds.

I looked at Charles, who stood there in a towel, and his eyes took me in, admiring and hungry. I felt suddenly shy.

He held out a hand to help me in, and I grabbed it and tried to step as gracefully in as I could.

I lowered myself into the hot water, sighing. It felt amazing.

I turned my eyes to Charles who dropped his towel. His perfect, lean and muscular body moved toward me, his already large penis beginning to swell further.

"I'm sorry," he said as he stepped in and sat behind me. "Ignore that. It's just you're so sexy, you have no idea, Elena."

He pulled me to him, hugging me from behind. I leaned back into his hot, wet chest, and we both relaxed into the water.

I could feel his cock getting hard against my butt and despite the sadness, I couldn't help feeling turned on.

"Is it wrong to want to make love after something like that?" I asked, my voice echoing and soft over the crinkling sound of popping bubbles.

Charles turned me slowly, sending water sloshing. His blue eyes bore into mine. "Do you want me, Elena?"

"So much," I said, feeling myself blush.

He leaned forward and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back, our mouths and breathing begin to pick up urgency and soon I was reaching blindly through the water toward his hard penis. I grabbed it and began to pull him toward me, but he was heavy and the result was me moving in slow motion through the water toward him.

I put my legs on either side of his taught hips and felt his hands under the water grab my ass, pulling me closer. Then his hands moved up and cupped my breasts, squeezing and lowering his mouth to them while I arched back and rubbed myself against his hardness.

"Can I? Now?" I panted. I wanted him badly. It was a desperate need to feel him filling me, to make the horrible images of what I'd seen earlier that night disappear.

His teeth bit into my breast and I moaned, cupping them with my own hands and pushing them toward his face. He responded with more biting and squeezing.

"Now," he said. "Fuck, Elena." He groaned as I shifted my hips and began to lower onto him. I pushed him into me, moaning, panting.

"Yes, Charles," I groaned, my voice echoing off the tile around us. I gripped his strong, beautiful shoulders, using them for leverage, my legs spreading as wide as the tub would allow.

His arm went around my waist leaning be back as he gasped into my neck.

"You're okay?" he panted, his eyes concerned but full of desire.

"Yes," I whispered. And then flexed my muscles so I rose and fell on him. His head went back and he moaned, his hands gripping my hips. He thrust his hips up and I felt a shock of pleasure.

"Charles," I gasped. "Don't stop."

His hands wove in my hair, pulling my head back. His cool mouth clamped on the hot skin of my neck as he began to pull me down and thrust up at simultaneously, hammering into me, building the pleasure more and more.

My body began to tense around him, and I felt him become more wild between my legs. He was feeling it too.

"Charles," I groaned again, my voice filling the room in time with his moans and ragged breathing.

It was becoming too much, it was so good.

Suddenly he was shuddering and gasping against me, the water from the tub spilling over in great, frantic waves. Pleasure ripped through me and I called out as he thrust deeper, a loud moan of pleasure coming from him and ending with my name.

Waves of pleasure washed over, just as the waves of water splashed onto the tile floor, until I was shivering with the aftershocks, my body stretched out and twisting in ecstasy against his still hard, firm cock inside me.

I leaned back into his hand, his other reaching to caress my breast.

"Thank you," I said, my heart truly grateful.

His brows knit. "I think it should be me saying the thanks."

He raised my hips and removed himself from me. I frowned, not liking to be without him, and he smiled.

"I love that you like me so much," he said. "I assure you, the feeling is mutual."

He rose dripping like a god from the sea out of the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around himself before throwing a few more down on the floor.

"I think you need to check out my bed next," he said, and handed me a towel.