Trapping Sophia (Disciples 6)

Stopping in the middle of the doorway of the bathroom, I ask, “Are you fucking serious?”

“Put me down!” she snaps at me again.

Ignoring her and the massive fucking wedgie she gave me, I yank the shower door open and carry her in.

Walking over to the stone bench along the wall, I set her down and cross my arms.

“Do you really think that was a good idea?” I growl.

“You can’t just force me to do things, James,” she growls back as she stands up and stares into my eyes.

Shaking my head at her, I say, “It’s not forcing you, Sophia.”

“No?” She puts her hands on her hips and I try my best not to laugh at how fucking cute she looks.

“It’s taking care of you,” I say, and push my sweats down my legs so they pool down around my feet.

“I can take care of myself, dammit!” she shouts, instantly telling me her emotions are still in turmoil from today.

“I know you can, but from time to time you need to let someone else do it,” I say calmly as I watch her shift her weight to her right leg.

She’s going to bolt as soon as I start pulling my sweats off my feet.

“Don’t try to run, Sophia,” I say.

“You…” she starts only to growl in frustration.

“I know you, Sophia,” I say and kick my sweatpants out the door.

“No, you don’t,” she says before letting out a long sigh. “You can’t possibly know me as well as you think you do.”

Moving to stand in front of her, I grab the hem of her shirt. “You’d be surprised.”

I’ve spent far too many nights watching her from afar.

Pulling her shirt up, I manage to get it past her stomach before her hands drop down to stop me. “Stop it.”

“No. If you keep this up, I’ll drag you back to the bed and be forced to give you a sponge bath.”

Those cuffs and chains won’t rust. I made sure that they could withstand any fluid when I purchased them. Soap and water won’t be an issue.

Her eyes fill with aggravation. “James, I swear to god…”

“I wouldn’t do that, he doesn’t typically like his name being mixed with ours,” I say.

Sophia sighs again and shakes her head. “I can take my own clothes off.”

“I know that.” I smirk. “But it’s a lot more fun when I do it.”

Rolling her eyes, she lifts her arms straight up over her head. “Just get this over with.”

Grinning, I can’t help but take my time slowly lifting the shirt up and over her head. Released from their constraint, her breasts fall and give a sexy little bounce.

Despite the warmth of the room, her nipples are as hard as diamonds.

My mouth waters as I toss the shirt out of the shower, longing to taste her. Before I even get the chance to go for her pants though, she’s shucks them down her legs and yanks her feet out of them.

Glaring at me, she lifts her chin and says, “I can undress myself, James. I’m not an invalid.”

Pausing before I respond, I look down at her sexy little feet. Never been a foot guy before, but I can see the merit of admiring them.

Dragging my eyes up her body, I take in her defined calves and luscious thighs. I want those thighs wrapped around my head again.

They made excellent fucking earmuffs.

Her pussy… Fuck, if I could, I’d spend the rest of my life buried inside there.

Finally jerking my gaze back up to her eyes, I wink at her. “Yes, yes you can.”

Realizing what she did to me, she stares down at my cock as it thickens and grows just for her. “Oh, for shit’s sake, James.”

Grinning, I stalk toward her.

Her eyes widen and she’s got that deer caught in the headlights look. She keeps backing up and I keep advancing until her back is up against the stone wall.

“You said shower,” she grumbles, trying and failing to squeeze around me.

“Did I?” I ask, and I honestly can’t remember if I did say that.

Reaching past her hips, I push the button that starts the water. Like the rest of the shit in my house, the shower is top of the line and has all the bells and whistles. The temperature of the water is already preset to how I like it.

Cold water falls like rain from the shower head. The spray washing down my body and misting off me to land on her.

Sophia shivers and I swear those nipples of hers tighten even more.

“Oh my god, that’s cold,” she hisses, trying to pull away from me.

Slapping my hands on the walls to trap her between them, I growl, “It’ll warm up soon enough.”

“How can you stand it?” Looking my body up and down, her eyes land on my cock and stay there. “Aren’t guys supposed to… um… shrink in the cold?”