Black Rose

Docile flower.

"Can you get undressed for me, my rose?"

I didn't want to, but I didn't want to be punished for disobeying him. He was being so gentle, and I didn't want to ruin that. So slowly, I lifted my hands and pulled the sweaty shirt over my head, then peeled the leggings from my body.

I kicked them aside and tried to swallow my nerves. Blake gave me another smile. "Good girl, my rose. You're being so well behaved. Now I just need to take off those bandages."

He reached towards me and I recoiled. He stopped and frowned at me. "My rose, they need to come off. I promise I won't hurt you if you do as I say."

My heart beat quickly in my chest, and every part of me wanted to run away, to stop him from touching me, but I knew rationally I didn't have a choice. I forced myself to breathe and looked down, lifting my fingers and beginning to unravel the bandages myself.

I peeled them away from my breasts and down my body until I was standing before him bare, in just my underwear.

He gently nodded down at the fabric. I hesitated, but eventually relented, and slipped them off too, kicking them into the pile with my dirty clothes and bandages. The shadows of a smirk played across his lips.

"Good girl, my rose. Very good girl." He said.

Then he began to take his own clothes off, and my stomach dropped. "W-what are you doing?" I asked, ashamed of how scared I sounded.

He smirked at me. "We're showering, my rose."

"Together?" I asked, my voice small. He nodded.

"Of course. I did say I'm not letting you shower on your own." He said, smirking.

I averted my eyes as he dropped his pants, determined not to look. He let out a chuckle. "Are you shy, my rose? I promise that it's nothing you haven't seen before. I saw you watching me with Iris."

Bile rose in my throat at the memory and I blinked back tears. I didn't want to think about that. He chuckled further at my silence and stepped closer, reaching out and taking my hand. Leaning in closer, he whispered at me. "Oh, my beautiful innocent rose. Don't look away. I want to see your beautiful eyes.

I felt his other hand on my chin, forcing my gaze up. My breath quickened as he locked eyes with me. I wanted to pull away. I felt bare and exposed before him, vulnerable as he stared down at my face.

After a long moment, he leant down and kissed me. I froze. I didn't pull away or push him. I didn't try to stop him. I just let him kiss me. He pulled away and smiled.

The room was filled with tense silence before his hand dropped from my chin and he turned to the shower.

Gently, he tugged at my hand and pulled me into the cubicle. It was a big shower by most standards, but with the two of us inside, it was quite cramped.

Blake smirked at me for a moment before twisting the knob and turning the shower on. A stream of freezing water hit my back and I let out a yelp, trying to get out of the spray. Blake grabbed my arm and held me where I was.

"Shh, stay still my rose. Just wait."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and stayed where I was, blinking back tears as the icy waterfall fell down my skin. Gradually, the water grew hotter, and I relaxed a little into the warmth.

Blake smiled at me. "Good girl."

He gently let go of me and maneuvered to lift a bar of soap from a bench beside the shower head. I shut my eyes, not wanting to look at his bare skin, or think about his chest pressed against mine.

I felt his fingers on my arm, as he moved his hand down my skin, rubbing me down with the bar of soap. His movements were tantalisingly slow, and I wanted to snatch the bar from him and wash myself, but I didn't dare. I folded my arms across my chest for some semblance of dignity and clenched my legs shut. He chuckled.

"You're blushing, my rose. Do you enjoy this? Do you like it when I touch you?" He asked, and I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head. Every part of this felt wrong. I hated it. I didn't voice this, though. I didn't want to anger him. 

I felt his hand gently tilt my chin up, and he whispered to me. "Look at me, my rose. I want to see your beautiful eyes." 

Hesitantly, I did as told, and was met with his intense stare. His eyes were a dark brown colour, but in the dim light of the bathroom, they looked almost black. I let out an involuntarily shiver. He smirked but didn't say anything, just staring into my eyes. I wanted to look away, to break the trance he seemed to be putting over me, but I couldn't. After a long, tense moment, he leant down and kissed me again. I felt his hands on my arms, and I wanted to bat him away, but once more I was frozen in place. It was as though all of my courage had disintegrated, and within just a few hours, I was under his thumb, a docile flower for him to admire. 

I hated that he could do that to me. 

He pulled away, and as he did, he gently pulled my arms from my chest. I forced myself to focus on my breathing as I watched him look down at my bare body. He gave me a smug smile but said nothing. After a long moment, he continued to wash me, his hands trailing down my arms, along my collarbone, around the side of my body, and across my stomach. It was as though he purposefully avoided touching my breasts, and I didn't know whether to be thankful or worried. 

Then his hand travelled down further, and my heart stopped. He crouched down and washed my legs, and my hips, and my feet, and I stared at the tiles on the wall, in an attempt to distract myself from his straying hands. His washing slowed, his hand resting on my inner thigh. I tried to think of home, of Jordan, or my parents, or anything other than this horrible moment, but nothing worked. All I could think about was Blake's hand. Then, almost teasing me, he drew it away and stood up again. Gradually, my breathing returned to normal, and I slowly blinked. Then he smirked at me and held out the bar of soap. 

"Your turn." 

I frowned, confused. Did he want me to finish what he'd started? Yet no. The smirk on his face told a whole other story, and my stomach dropped at the realisation of what he really wanted. 

He wanted me to wash him.