Page 109 of Stand: Part One

She flinched at first but then sighed softly as I rubbed my thumbs into her stiff muscles, massaging her body until it finally started to loosen up.

One at a time, I pulled her arms away from her legs and washed them with gentle soapy strokes. Her eyes closed at my ministrations, her body relaxing with each minute that passed as I slowly took my time.

Leaning over her, I allowed her to remain in her little fetal position, my arms plenty long enough to reach around for her legs. Even though they were mostly underwater, it didn’t stop me from rubbing and massaging her calves, eliciting a quiet moan from her lips.

When I was finished, I poured one more handful of soap into my palms and gripped her upper arms to pull her back so her shoulders rested against my chest. Once she settled, Jaden’s breath hitched as I ran my hands along her collarbone, rubbing the soap in slow circles.

Each little movement brought me lower and lower until I was casually dragging my thumbs across her nipples, my hands cupping her breasts possessively. With careful squeezes, I groaned with gratification, marveling at how amazing they felt against my palms.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as I massaged the soap into each perfect globe, the pads of my thumbs circling her pretty pink nipples until they pebbled with need.

When Jaden finally released the whimper I knew she’d been holding back, only then did I allow my hands to travel south, down her muscled abdomen to my favorite place.

Pausing at the inside of her thighs, a silent command with a little bit of pressure was all that was necessary to part her legs.

My hands lazily ventured lower until my fingers brushed along the outside of her pussy. Her chest rose as I moved my hands up and down along her skin, the tips of my fingers pressing into the underside of her ass.

Extending my thumbs, I gently ran them along the smooth lips of her pussy, enjoying the shiver that ran up her spine as her folds were stretched and teased. All the while, my hardened cock was pressing into her lower back, begging for her attention.

As much as I wanted to sink myself inside her and play with her pussy until she screamed, now wasn’t the time.

With one final stroke, I faintly dragged the tip of my thumb along her clit, grinning to myself as I felt her abdomen clench. Nipping at the shell of her ear, I slowly withdrew my hands.

“Sit up,” I ordered.

Keeping her knees in place, Jaden gripped the edges of the tub and pulled herself forward into a sitting position. I decided to save her back for last.

Ignoring the hiss that escaped her mouth, I kept my touch lighter than she deserved as I rubbed more soap into her skin. But the longer my gaze lingered on the bruises I’d given her, the more it sparked my anger for why I had put them there in the first place.

She lied to me.

And what was worse, for a time, she had actually gotten away with it, which had me incredibly pissed off with myself. The thought of lying shouldn’t have even crossed her mind, the price of such a betrayal too costly to even be considered.

But at that moment, Jaden had made her choice. And she chose her loyalty to an insignificant little blonde over her own fucking husband.

The thought alone enraged me.

A dark shadow of jealousy formed in the back of my mind, harboring a malicious will to rain down retribution on anyone stupid enough to corrupt Jaden’s loyalty to me.

I would have no competing interests, no contenders to fight, no other roads to compare. Every path would lead back to me, the map redrawn with only one destination, one target in sight, and nothing was going to derail Jaden’s route. Ever. All exit ramps would be eliminated, cementing her one and only trajectory—me.

Luckily for her, she had managed some level of sanity and rejected the chance to commit worse sins. It was her only saving grace.

If she had run and forced me to hunt her down, I would have burned the whole world to ash in my pursuit just to spite her. There would be nothing left for her to run away to ever again.

When I was finished, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her ear.

“Your turn,” I declared, reclining to rest my back against the tub. I had already showered earlier this morning after my workout, but I would never pass up an opportunity to have my wife’s pretty little hands all over me.

With my arms draped casually over the edges of the tub, I waited patiently for Jaden to gather her strength and turn her body to face mine. Forced intimacy with her was a game I loved to play.

Watching her fight her hatred for me with a dripping wet pussy between her legs was a special kind of torture she’d invented for herself all on her own. And I couldn’t help but appreciate the show.

On a quiet breath, Jaden slowly turned herself around, the water barely disturbed by her slight movements. Raising her eyes to meet mine, she quickly steeled her gaze, that hardened expression on her face revealing far more than she likely realized.

But even as she reached for the bottle and poured the soap into her palm, she never looked away.

Brave girl.