Chapter 9 - Tension In The Steam

Instead, I turned to face his back and massaged his shoulders with the wood-scented body wash. I gave him a gentle, slow neck rub. He needed to be able to rely on my touch and have enough faith in me to owe me a favor. I had to massage Damon's large frame one side at a time due to his bulging muscles and veins. I shampooed his hair and leaned my breasts against his back, maintaining my balance on my toes. He was submerged under the forceful shower head fall and remained still the whole time.

I wrapped my hand around his waist and began to massage his torso, heading lower and lower until his hands came up to halt me. At the unexpected movement, I gasped for air and recoiled, thinking I had gone too far. Damon whirled around, a look of extreme hunger on his face and his jaws trembling. Sliding his hands to cup my jaw, he backed me into the icy marble wall. His lips were suddenly pushed to mine and his body against mine. Damon kissed with desire and aggression instead of tenderness or love. The intensity of his mouth was too much for me to handle, so I parted my lips and let him suck on my tongue, chin, and jaw before finally grasping both of my breasts and giving them powerful kisses.

Damon pushed his knee in between my legs as I tried to cross them to prevent his member from invading. At the top of my vagina, I could feel it pressing down. His mouth was growing more beastly and starved with each kiss. I became increasingly turned on until I realized I could handle no more. His grunts resounded in my ear, and I let out a moan and shuddered. He pulled a handful of my hair and made me look up to face him.

He gave me a quick slap across my face and another whilst staring at me with such intensity. The ache in my scalp caused tears to well up, which I blinked away. Damon looked from my jaw and rose to my cheek and without warning, he pulled away. After Damon crossed the stream of water and entered the restroom, I observed him through a steam-covered glass as he wrapped the towel around his middle and walked away.
It was only after I turned off the water that I realized how labored my breathing was. There was silence, but the battle my thoughts were fighting, loud and clear, had begun within my brain. I couldn't remember what had happened to him or why he'd stopped.

Not now, not when I really wanted him.

When I returned to the room, I didn't glance in the mirror. I remained nude, holding out hope that Damon was still up, holding a glass of bourbon, and ready to take me. The glass was empty, but Damon was sleeping soundly with his back to me.
It was agony to lie next him. Once I had found some pajamas, I made an effort to divert my attention. I was powerless against the urges he had given me and the dirty thoughts that followed. I mean, how could he resist?
I could not help but wonder if it was just me or was there someone else.

When Damon woke up the following morning, I sat up and waited for him to look at me because I hadn't slept a wink. I made up my mind that I could not be held captive like this any longer. He looked from my leg and arms back up to my face, as if he was surprised to find me awake. It seemed strange that he remained silent. I was certain he would yell at me or something.

As soon as I said, "I want to come with you today," he was already heading to the restroom.

"No," he muttered drowsily.

"If I'm going to send my chuld there, I should be able to see what the training camps are like!"

"Stop talking, it's giving me a headache," he snarled.

I caught hold of his arms and stopped him in his tracks. Naturally, Damon had the option to throw me against the room if he so desired. Rather than turning away, he fixed his gaze on me as though I had two heads. Despite my laboured breathing, I didn't back down.

"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?"

"I heard you, two nights ago on the phone, I was awake."

"Fine," he shrugged me away, moving on.

Damon told me he would be getting breakfast and waiting for me in the parking lot once he finished the shower, so I knew I had to move quickly. I gasped when I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror after stripping off and running in. Standing there, I stared in shock at what I saw. For the first time, I realized why Damon had been staring at me since this morning. My breasts, some areas of my face, my stomach, and my arms were all bruised or scarred where he had touched me. Purple and scarlet bruises hung like a necklace around my neck. I winced at the agony as I applied pressure. My fingers brushed through my hair, and again, handfuls of hair fell to the ground.
Did he stop last night for that because of this? Was he scared I might get hurt?
*You should be relieved that he stopped because he might have broken you. A voice in my head said.*

I showered in warm water and grimaced every time the jets caused sharp pain. I made use of makeup from the bathroom drawers to conceal some of the bruises on my face while wearing a black turtleneck and pants before making my way to the lobby.

Maria was downstairs, and she seemed eager to meet me. "Are you alright, did he hurt you?" she asked, standing at the bottom of the steps holding a muffin.

"Why do you ask?" she couldn't have possibly known about last night.

She put her palm on my cheek, tugging at her fingers to show me the makeup, saying, "Ice it."

"I'm okay," I muttered to myself as I snatched the muffin out of her hand.

"Did he...?"

"We didn't, at least not yet. I had to leave.

I forced myself to ignore a wave of guilt and shame. I wasn't sure why I felt like I was leaving her behind, but maybe it was because I had secretly planned my departure and wasn't sure when or how it would happen. In the unlikely event that we arrived at Akbur Hills and I saw my father, Damon would only be able to take me by carrying my lifeless body.

Damon was outside, yelling something fiercely into the phone as usual. I slipped into the jet black sports car without him realizing, in case he had had a change of heart. We drove past the gates and headed downward without a word as he climbed into the car and slammed the noisy engine into gear. When they had originally brought me here in the vehicle on the first night, I experienced déjà vu. For a while we were on a dirt lane through the woods, then miles and miles of trees, interspersed with the occasional mansion.

The first thing Damon said to me when we departed was, "The Stationary is about a two-hour ride. It's what we call the training camps." About 100 Half-Bloods reside there."

"There's only 100 half-bloods?" I barely made it out.