Dr. Perkins stood in the doorway and absorbed the sight of Frank’s body as he washed the shampoo out of his hair. It was long, to his neck, and silky brown. She watched the water dripping down the dips and crevices of his perfectly muscular body. He was a work of art and he was all hers to enjoy. She felt her pussy clench and her nipples harden. He did that to her. He aroused her, turned her on like no other man ever had before. Brazenly, she walked closer to the shower. He abruptly turned toward her.
“I’ll be done in a minute,” he told her firmly and even his tone turned her on.
“No rush. I’m going to join you,” she whispered then reached toward him, anticipating the feel of stone beneath her fingertips. Her eyes darted toward his cock. He was a very large man in all aspects.
“Don’t!” Frank raised his voice and she immediately dropped her hand, shocked by his abrupt tone of voice. She looked up at him, suddenly feeling intimidated by his six-foot frame and the evil look in his gray eyes. This was not the same man that had made love to her or courted her in the months she spent as his therapist while he was in prison.
“Frank, I want to be with you. It’s okay. I would never hurt you.”
He turned off the water in the shower and chuckled at her. Turning to face her, he stepped out of the shower and glared at her. Instinctively, she took a step back. A tinge of fear hit her belly. She watched him carefully as he dried his body with the towel.
“I know you would never hurt me, Sheila. You couldn’t even if you wanted to.”
She didn’t like that comment. What exactly did he mean by that? Again her gut instincts kicked in and warned her to be cautious.
Then he smiled, and that intense-looking gray of his eyes now appeared brighter.
“Don’t push me so hard, Sheila. It was a lot for me to stay here with you and make love. Every step I take is difficult,” he admitted, but her focus was on his words. He had said “make love,” not “have sex” or even “fuck.” It was a step in a positive direction. She smiled then lowered her eyes. He was domineering and sexy.
“I’ll try not to, Frank. This is all new to me as well. You have come to mean so much to me. I just want you to feel confident and know how perfect you are. The past is behind you.”
He stepped closer and cupped her face between his hands.
“You are the reason I am free, Sheila. You are my new beginning.”
He kissed her deeply, covering her mouth with his own, making all her reservations and fears disintegrate with each stroke of his tongue. When he released her lips she felt faint and satisfied.
“The shower’s all yours. I’m getting dressed and going out.”
She watched him leave and she smiled. He was her beginning, too.
* * * *
Frank walked into the bedroom and grabbed his clothes. Sheila had brought him a lot of stuff. He smiled then looked toward the bathroom where he heard the shower running.
Too bad I can’t keep her around. She is a pretty good fuck, but nothing compared to Millie. My plan is in motion and the fun is about to begin.
* * * *
Millie was pacing her apartment waiting for Detective Flynn to call. An hour later, her phone rang.
“Hello??
? she answered.
“Hi, Millie. It’s Detective Flynn. I made some calls and it looks like he was released on early parole.”
“What? How the hell can that happen? I mean, I wasn’t even informed. I would have gone there and fought that tooth and nail.”
“I know, Millie, and I would have been there, too. Apparently, his therapist fought for his release, claiming he was cured and was a new man. The jails are overcrowded, and if no one shows to fight and give good reason to force them to make the prisoner finish his sentence time, the parole board has no choice but to release him. He probably worked in there, too, and proved his changed behavior. I’m going to get a copy of the minutes from that meeting. I’m sorry, Millie, but there’s nothing we can do at this point in time.”
“He’s going to come after me. He already called and threatened me, Detective Flynn.”
“If he comes around, you call the police immediately. I can’t do anything until he’s made a move.”
“Yeah, well, if he does, it will be too late. I’ve been in this position before, detective. He wants me dead and he won’t be happy until he gets me, has his fun, then kills me. By then it will be too late.”
“I wish there was more I could do. Is there someplace safe you can go? Perhaps take a leave of absence from work and hide out for a few weeks?”