Dandy Mott x reader

chapter 13: unusal behavior is normal for him

Back inside, Dandy pointed out that we were dirty and should change. Apparently, he really disliked dirt.

I went into my room and changed out of my dirty clothes. To my surprise, Dandy decided to come into my room and change too. He stripped down to his underwear and stood in front of me.
At first, I was too speechless to say anything.
He was well trained and looked almost like one of those greek statues you see in museums.
Breathtakingly beautiful.

He marched toward me, and I tried to cover myself. I realized that I, too, was only in my underwear.

"Stop that. You have nothing to be ashamed of." He pouted.

"This is not proper. We shouldn't see each other like this." I stated but avoided eyecontact.

"We have slept in the same bed." He said as he walked closer.

"But this is different!" I protested.

"It's not." He argued and led me to the bathroom.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"We are going to get cleaned up." He said and smiled and ran a bath.

"I know you don't want me to think you own me, but this is making it very hard." I said and looked at him intently.

He let go of my hand and starred at me. "Stop that." Was all he said. It wasn't a plea but more like an order.

We stood there waiting for the bathtub to fill, and when it was ready, Dandy took off the last of his clothes and stepped in.
He sat down and looked at me.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of." He repeated.

"I know I don't." I said and slowly took my underwear off.

Not knowing what privacy was, Dandy stared at me until I got into the bathtub.

He started washing my back, and I felt like a doll. Being toyed with by its owner.
However, after a while, I started to relax and actually enjoyed the warm bath.

Dandy kept quiet the whole time. Every now and then, he would put his head against my back, and I could feel his hot breath against me.

It was a very...unusal but special experience.

After the bath, Dandy handled things as if we hadn't just sat in a bathtub together. Naked!
He walked out in a towel and left my room.

I put our dirty clothes in a pile where it was easier for Dora to get them without touching the dirt and got dressed.

I stepped out of my room and looked for Dandy. I thought about everything that had happened.
I came to the conclusion that I was victim to the stockholm syndrome. Did I mind? No. I felt like being dangerously close to falling in love, and I cherished every second of my ignorant bliss.