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"And you won't ask me to stay?" She says squeezing my hand tighter. The pleading in her voice is almost painful. I sigh deeply. Every fibre in me wants to defy her request. "Ok. I won't ask you to stay." My voice is quiet and unconvincing. Maybe because I'd already decided that if she hadn't changed her mind in five days then I would definitely be asking her to stay. I'd maybe even beg if I had to. I hadn't done that for a long time. She swallows once and then nods again before leaning forward to press her mouth to mine. "Thank you." She whispers. "Now let's go wash." She says with a soft smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Once I've rinsed myself clean, I take the proffered washcloth, which I've just watched her lather with expensive smelling shower gel. She smiles before turning her back to me, bending forward to press her palms flat against the shower wall. I start at her neck, rubbing in circles across her back and downwards left to right. I lean under the spray to press my mouth to her shoulder, biting it, making her moan softly. I wrap my free hand around her and slide it across her breast and down, between her legs. "Christian... we don't have time." She protests. Yet she spreads her legs a little wider, welcoming me. "Best be quick then." I whisper in her ear before biting softly on her earlobe. "Come for me." I slide two fingers inside her making her moan again. She turns her head to find my mouth, which I capture greedily as the water cascades over us. She bites my lip as she moves against my fingers, eyes closed lost in the moment. I continue washing her body, covering her breasts and throat and stomach with soap. When she orgasms, she bites hard on my bottom lip but then licks and sucks at it softly, as though in apology. As I remove my fingers from her, she turns around to face me. She looks beautiful, the water cascading over her face and body and her cheeks flushed with her climax. Gently, I push her back against the shower wall and pin her hands above her head as I kiss her hard, pushing my hips into her, pressing my erection against her warm wet body. I could spend a month inside her and it still wouldn't be long enough. She pushes me back, smiling. "Gideon will be here soon." "And," I move to kiss her again. "Ok, so will we just invite him in with us?" she smiles. The rage washes over me in a wave. The fresh image of her and Gideon together feels a lot like a kick to the gut. Or lower. I move back, out of her reach and then open the glass shower door and step out onto the warm bathroom floor. As I grab the towel I hear the water turn off. "What just happened?" she asks stepping out of the shower. I turn around to glare at her. "You still want him don't you? Gideon." She looks at me as though I've just spoken Russian. "What?? No of course not." She smiles. "It was a joke," She steps toward me hands out, but I step back out of her reach. "Christian seriously? It was supposed to be funny. I was joking," She asserts. I stare at her for the longest time, as the water drips from her body and splashes quietly on the floor. I walk toward her and take her face roughly in my hands, kissing her hard. "Well, comedy isn't your forte. In case you were thinking about a change of career." I say against her mouth. "Guess I'll stick to the day job then," She says breathlessly. "You're mine. For the next 5 days, you belong to me Charlie." My tone is serious and firm as I hold her face in my hands. She stands back and gives me an exaggerated glare, eyes inscrutable and wide. "I belong to you?" "For 5 days. Yes." I answer simply. Well then I'd ask her not to go. Then I'd deal with what that meant. She looks like she's about to argue with me. Like she's trying the words on to see if they fit. When her expression softens I see the ghost of a smile appear at the side of her mouth. "And what does that mean exactly? I belong to you." Oh Charlie. I smile. "It means try it my way. For 5 days." "Your way? You mean be a submissive?" She's trying hard to hide her smile. "Be my submissive, yes." I nod, smiling. She stares at me. "Are your submissives allowed to leave the bedroom? I have quite a few things to arrange in the next few days." "We can negotiate the particulars." I smile. She mulls the words over. "Well I won't be signing any stupid contract so you can forget that," She moves past me to grab a towel from the heated rail. She begins rubbing furiously at her hair as she turns back to me. "I suppose you did try it my way for the last 18 hours." She says with a smile. "Not a green scarf in sight." "See, I can be reasonable." I smirk. Charlie's face tells me she disagrees. I run the towel over my chest and down between my legs. She watches my every move with a fascinated look on her face as she dries herself off. When I wrap the towel around my waist she places her own back on the rail and turns to pick up her silver watch resting on the sink. "Shit, we really do need to get dressed. My ex-lover and soon to be ex-husband will be here soon." She says, turning to me with a smile. "Ok. We can discuss the particulars later." "One of those particulars will be a complete embargo on any mention of your ex-lovers, by the way," I say with a frown. "Just so you know." "Has anyone ever pointed out that you have some slight jealous/possessive issues?" She holds her hand up, thumb and index finger an inch apart. "You might want to raise them with your therapist when you next see them." "If I spend any more time with him I may as well ask him to move in." "Ok but not before taking him to dinner first." She smiles.