Power Moves - Exodus

Chapter 33 - End Part 1 -Intimacy Games

Leila smiled sadly at him, "We have much to talk about....but I'm feeling a little bit tiered....I ....i need to ....use the bathroom...." She whispered to him, avoiding looking at him in his dark eyes. He got up from the bed, came to her side, bending down to pick her up "What....what are you do..dooing?" she gasped. Her body shuddered she was acutely aware that he was bare chested, and she too ...almost .....with just a flimsy bed sheet in between them

"No walking for you...Doctors orders..." He replied firmly, gently putting her down, in the well-lit beautifully designed bathroom.

"Where are we...?" she asked gasping at the stunning bathroom, as he stared at her, there was something in his expression, that same elated expression she remembered from when they walked down in aisle

"We are at our home........well at least one of them....." Cut Throat whispered to her. It was the way he said it, "our home..." that made Leila shudder,

Walking out, he said "Call me when you done..."

"And this..?" she asked meekly, showing her wrist that was chained. Cut Throat stared at her , not replying "You should.......listen.........sometimes................" she said softly

"Listen...?" he asked carefully

"To your.....wife......." Leila said meekly. He raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at her in his same hungry expression, and without another word, he walked to her, lightly touching her hand, with a small key, he took off the chains.......

Leila, looked down at her body, and her wound. She took a shower. Her body ached and felt stiff as though she hadn't moved in days, she wondered how long was she out of it? She came out of the bathroom, and found an array of folded towels that were pleated in beautiful shapes. The bathroom had 2 sections, one dark black section and one bright white section, each section set up with unique male and female toiletry requirements...

Leila wrapped the towel around her, realizing she had no clothes once again....a sense of déjà vu over coming her....

She stepped out, and her husband was sitting on the bed, as if he were waiting for her.

He bit his jaws, when he saw her, his eyes about to pop out

"I thought I told you to call me..." he said, his eyes staring at her body

"I ..er...sorry...forgot...." Leila said awkwardly, the way he was staring at her making her blush

"I don't have any clothes here....." she finished, Cut throat didn't seem to be paying attention, his eyes staring at her hungrily

"Err....hellow....?" Leila said

"wha-what? Ow okay...yes ropes..i mean clothes..." he said...Leila stared at him for a second...did he look nervous?

"You can go look in the closet...there ...your personal stylist hand picked out all the collections in there..." he said, still staring at her.

Leila raised her eyebrows, awkwardly, stepping near the cupboard he pointed at, It opened automatically, and Leila's jaw dropped, there was a walk in closet the size of an apartment inside. Mirrors on every wall surface, cabinet displays of a variety of items, it was like she was in a mini boutique, and it was overwhelming,

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As she stepped into her walk in closet, Cut Throat sighed a huge sigh of relief lying on the bed, thinking of what he got himself into! She was dangerous that one!

Her body ....wooow....it was already JUST TOO MUCH. He could already feel his body having a physical reaction to her....Her curves.....he wanted to get lost in them....he wanted to surrender, if this were a battle...he was already defeated. My Wife.....don't do that to me , he thought while groaning ....his restraint was going to be tested, he couldn't imagine how much longer he could hold out....with what little self-control he had left, he got onto the floor, and started doing push-ups....He wouldn't sleep till his body hurt, he thought to himself....