The Alpha's Doll || #wattys2023

Chapter 7

I moved to face his back instead and used the wood-smelling body wash to massage his shoulders. I rubbed his neck, slowly and careingly. I wanted him to rely on my touch, to trust me enough to owe me a favor. Damon was built so wide, with bursting muscles and veins that I had to massage one side at a time. I pressed my breasts against his back while I balanced on my toes and shampooed his hair. He stood still the entire time, head down and flooded by the intense fall of the shower head. I reached around his waist and rubbed his torso, moving lower and lower until his hands shot up to stop me. I sucked in my breath at the sudden movement and flinched away, afraid that I had gone too far. Damon spun around, mouth quivering and an expression of immense hunger on his face. He backed me into the cold marble wall and slid his hands to cup my jaw. Without warning, his body was pressed against mine and so were his lips. Damon did not kiss with care or love, he kissed with lust and violence. I could not keep up with the force of his mouth, parting my lips and sucking on my tongue, down my chin, my jaw and eventually gripping both breasts and kissing them intensely. I tried to cross my legs to keep his member from inserting but Damon forced his knee in between. I could feel it pressing down at the top of my vagina. His kisses were getting more beastly, more starved. I felt myself getting more and more turned on until I was sure to not take anymore. I moaned out and shivered when his growls echoed in my ear. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my head up to look at him. He proffered me a small slap on my face, and then another and another whitest staring as if into the core of me. I blinked away the tears that had flooded from the pain of my scalp. Damon licked from my jaw and upward of my cheek and without warning, he pulled away. Damon walked past the stream of water and out into the bathroom, I watched through steam covered glass as he tied the towel to cover his torso and left.
I hadn't realized just how heavy my breathing was until I shut the water off. Although there was silence, my thoughts had thrusted back and forth inside of my brain in a deafening battle. I couldn't recall what had just happened, or why he had stopped.

Not now, not when I wanted him so bad.

I didn't look into the mirror when I walked back into the room. I was still naked, hopeful that Damon was still up, glass of bourbon in hand and waiting to take me on the bed. The glass was empty, but Damon was facing the opposite of me, drifted into a deep slumber.

Lying by him was torture. After I'd dug for some pajamas, I tried to distract myself. I couldn't escape the dirty thoughts, the pressures of the urges he had given me. I couldn't resist, how could he?
Is there someone else, I found myself thinking, or is it me?

I hadn't slept a wink and so the next morning when Damon began to stir awake, I sat up and waited for him to face me. I had decided that enough was enough, he couldn't keep me here like some prisoner. He seemed startled to find me awake, his eyes drifted from my leg and arms, back up to my face. He didn't say a word, which was odd. I had assumed he'd at least shout or insult me.

"I want to come with you today," I immediately began but he was already making his way to the bathroom.

"No," he mumbled sleepily.

"I deserve to know what the training camps look like if I'm gonna send my baby there! I deserve to see it-"

"Stop talking, you're giving me a headache," he growled.

I grabbed onto his arms and halted him from moving. Of course if he wanted to, Damon could have flung me against  the room. Instead he turned to stare at me as if I had grown two heads. My breathing was shaky but I held my ground.

"You can't do this, you can't keep me here like some prisoner, I deserve to find out what happens at the training camps-"

"How did you even know I was going there today?"