Unhinged

Chapter Seventeen: Relax

As Xavier watches Star walk away, a deep, simmering rage began to boil within him. He could no longer contain the intense emotions that had been building up - the anger and desire for retribution over the trauma she had endured. Quickly, he grabbed his phone and dialed the number of his most trusted friend, Cover Standfield - a seasoned Navy SEAL known far and wide for his unparalleled marksmanship skills. Not a single target had ever evaded Standfield's expert aim. Without hesitation, Xavier provided Standfield with the name of Star's uncle, conveying that he knew exactly what needed to be done. With a cold, resolute determination, Standfield accepted the task, ready to mete out the justice that Xavier craved.

Consumed by his fury, Xavier made his way to the shower, stripping off his shirt and trousers as he went and draping them over a nearby lounge chair. As he stepped into the bathroom, he was met with the sight of Star kneeling on the mat before the shower door. The shift in her demeanor was palpable as he drew closer, and a sudden, calming aura filled the room. Both Xavier and Star basked in this tranquil atmosphere for a moment before he spoke, his voice gentle and soothing.

"Come, let me take care of you," he said, offering his hand. Star accepted, and he guided her into the warm, cascading waters of the shower.

As the shower sprayed over them, Star lifted her face to Xavier, her eyes filled with a quiet trust. With a soft peck on her lips, Xavier began to tenderly massage shampoo into her scalp, humming the familiar tune of "Time After Time" by Cyndi Lauper. The soothing melody and the caress of his fingers lulled Star into a state of calm, allowing the tension and stress of the previous encounter to melt away. She rested her hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and allowed his comforting presence to seep into her very being.

Carefully, Xavier rinsed the shampoo from her hair and began to condition it, gently combing through the strands with his fingers to work out any knots. The gentle ministrations had the desired effect, and Star found herself leaning into him, whispering a heartfelt "Thank you." Xavier responded with a soft kiss on her temple, then reached for her favorite shower gel, beginning to massage her neck and shoulders. With a delicate touch, he worked his way down her body, pausing to give her nipples a playful pinch, eliciting a soft "Oh" from Star.

As Xavier's hands moved lower, he encouraged Star to open up to him, and she complied, a blush creeping up her cheeks. 

"I'm just going to wash you, Star," he murmured, his eyes locked with hers.

"We can have fun another time. Right now, let me love you. Let me wash the filth away from you. When I'm done, I never want to hear you say another filthy thing about yourself, do you understand?" Star whispered a reverent 

"Yes, sir," and Xavier rewarded her with a gentle "Good girl."

Continuing his tender care, Xavier moved down to massage her calves and ankles, pausing to place a reverent kiss on each of her cheeks. Starla was utterly captivated by Xavier's actions, by the sheer depth of his care and attention to her needs. Her heart swelled with a profound sense of gratitude and acceptance, and she found herself fighting back tears of joy. As he rinsed her off, she turned at his silent command, placing her hands on his hips, and he gently washed her most intimate area, leaving a soft kiss when he was done.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of his devotion, Starla attempted to reciprocate, but Xavier gently yet firmly refused. 

"This is for you," he murmured. 

"Just let me. You will have your chance to reciprocate. Now, out you go." Wrapping her in a towel, he carried her out of the bathroom, drying her off and dressing her in a soft, comfortable nightgown before tucking her into bed. 

As Xavier returned to the shower to clean himself, Starla drifted off to sleep, her mind and body at peace, knowing that she was safe and cherished in Xavier's care. And as Xavier joined her in bed, pulling her close, his final thoughts were of making her uncle pay for the pain he had inflicted, his desire for retribution still simmering beneath the surface.