Breaking His Dancer

chapter 10

He started the water for them, and as it heated up he pulled out two fluffy towels from the cupboard and set them on the counter. He tested the temperature of the water, and when he deemed it warm enough, tugged her into the shower with him. She startled a little bit at the feeling of the warm water on her skin, the sensation bringing her out of the exhausted s****l daze she had slipped into. She stood compliantly for him as he turned her so that her back was in the water, gently wetting and shampooing her hair. Never before had a man taken care of her like this. A part of her wondered at the incredibly intimate feeling, while the other part of her reveled in the feeling of his warm hands slipping gently over her scalp as he massaged the shampoo into her hair. He rinsed the soap from her hair, gently massaging the conditioner into it, before lathering up a washcloth and washing down her entire body. When he turned her to wash her back, and she inhaled sharply at the sting of the washcloth on her bruised ass, he chuckled softly to himself.

He washed her entire body, and then quickly washed and rinsed himself off as well. When they stepped out of the shower, he quickly towel dried her hair, before wrapping the towel around her body and leading her from the bathroom into his bedroom.

The first thing she noticed about his room was the green color scheme, and the smell of patchouli incense. In the center of the room stood a large black king size four poster bed, with a thin black curtain trailing down over the canopy. The room itself felt calm, and the plush cream colored carpet under her feet felt divine as he led her towards the bed. She climbed in, still wrapped in the towel, which he promptly took off of her. He tucked her in as she lay down, before curling up beside her himself. Naked, and skin to skin, she curled against him, feeling for all the world like a lazy well fed cat. It was a very short time before they were both asleep, each gently snoring in the others ear.

Sammy woke to the shrill blaring of an alarm clock. Groaning she rolled over, intent on turning it off, only to roll right into Charles. The events of the night before came flooding back, leaving her with tingles across her body. She shook him gently, wanting nothing more than for the alarm clock to stop its shrieking.

“Charles, wake up” she shook him hard “shut that f*****g thing off, please”. She whined.

His eyes popped open quickly, startlement being his initial reaction to having someone in bed beside him. Recognition soon dawned on his face, and he smiled widely as he reached over to turn off the alarm. Once the sound stopped, he snaked his way back under the covers, pulling her flush against him, and burying his nose in her hair. This was, in his expert opinion, a great way to wake up.

She smiled at the feel of his well muscled chest brushing against her back. She could 100 percent get used to waking up like this. Unfortunately, despite her wanting nothing more than to stay in that bed with him for the rest of the day, she had already missed two full days of work, and had a great deal of rescheduled appointments to take care of that day.

Sighing, she rolled to face him. “We have to get up,” she whispered. “We both have jobs to go to. And I can't afford to lose any clients”.

He sighed “you're right. But that sound utterly un-appealing.’

Laughing, she rolled herself off her side of the bed, and slipped on the robe that he had left on the nightstand next to her. It was fluffy, and luxurious, hugging her body like a cloud. Sighing loudly, she forced herself down the hall to wake her son.

For once the boy wasn't awake before her. She found him still snoring softly in the large bed of the guest room, and smiled to herself at the sight. Her precious boy was her whole entire world, and she adored him completely. She shook him awake gently, calling his name.

“Jeremy baby time to wake up.”

His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at his mom, noticing the way her hair was matted as if she hadn’t brushed it in two days, the red flush to her cheeks, and was immediately concerned. “Mom are you sick?”

“No baby im not sick, i just slept really really well last night and im still half asleep.” her mind whirled, she mentally berated herself for not thinking about how observant her son was. How does one explain away the ‘i just woke up after really really great s*x’ look to a seven year old boy? She opted to move past the subject entirely “Are you ready to get up and get some breakfast?”

The idea of food perked him right up. He jumped up excitedly, and ran straight for the kitchen. By the time the two of them had reached it, Charles had already started a pot of coffee. The smell was like heaven to Sammy, and she let out a contented sigh as she sat down at the table with her first cup.