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Jenna shuddered, her grip tightening around Rhane's arm. It was shameless of her, but she still loved that fleeting feeling of having Rhane crushed against her body. His sturdy chest pressing her, and his hardness crushing her core, the only separation a piece of wet transparent clothes. Jenna was pulsating, vibrating with need and the cold of the icy rain.
"I..." Jenna shivered, swallowing and exhaling. She tried to shake off the rain that fell harshly on her face.
Rhane narrowed his eyes. He did as Jenna instructed, not moving but leaning closer, using his body to shield Jenna from the rain. He raised one hand up over Jenna's head.
Jenna lifted her face, a quick glance at Rhane's hand, then his face. "What...what are you doing?"
"Stopping the rain from touching Master," he replied calmly, staring back at Jenna.
"Oh..." with her breathing shaky, Jenna cursed under her breath. She was doing this for her own lust, while he was actually trying to protect her.
"Poor Rhane...you deserve better," Jenna muttered under her breath, then sniffled.
"I'm fine," she exhaled, letting go of Rhane's hand. "I was just startled for a moment."
Though Jenna still knew that her lies weren't feasible, because if she was startled, she wouldn't be running to hide when Hart appeared.
"Your hand," Jenna raised her face, taking Rhane's hand he still used as a shield. "Bruno said you...oh my...Rhane...oh..."
Blood drained from Jenna's face when she untied the piece of cloth Rhane had used to cover his hands. The corner of her eyes stung that a tear slipped down her face, mixed with the rain.
"Did you save me with these...oh, you silly, silly. Why are you so- what am I going to do with you?" Jenna bit her lips. She couldn't even keep her eyes on his hands.
"How could you do this- I mean...not you, but why didn't you show me you were hurting?" Jenna covered it back, her eyes darting around his face.
Rhane opened his mouth to reply, "Mas—"
"Sss," Jenna sucked her teeth harshly, "Now don't say you did it for me, because that's not fair. You should put yourself first before others." Jenna scolded.
Grabbing Rhane's wrist, though her hand couldn't wrap around it, she tugged him to follow her behind.
"I need to get it cleaned," Jenna continued grumbling. She couldn't believe how a man could be so careless with his own body, doing things nobody asked him to do, hurting himself like he has other lives.
"Do you think you live forever? To hurt yourself like this?" Jenna asked, not waiting for him to reply. She kept mumbling.
Not that Jenna didn't like to be protected and put first. For a long time now, seeing a person that actually put her first without asking for something in return had been refreshing. But also, Jenna didn't like it when she saw people hurting.
Once they got to the house, Jenna asked Rhane to wait. She looked around, sure that nobody was at the hallway, then she returned for him.
"Let's go," Jenna dragged him straight inside her room, then locked the door shut.
Rhane didn't move from the door. He stood there watching Jenna run around inside her room searching for something.
"I have some charcoal here. I can't ask Mabel to boil water." Jenna fixed the charcoal near the fireplace and placed a basin of water on it.
"Dry shirt, yes," she picked the shirt and the towel out. Done with getting everything ready, Jenna turned to look at Rhane.
With his hair and shirt drenched, he looked like a wet puppy...no. Jenna shook her head, that would be a lie. A wet beast or something! He wasn't small.
"Ehm...you can use my bath," Jenna pointed, rubbing her palms together.
Rhane took one step forward, his eyes on Jenna's face like he was scanning her expression. She didn't flinch when he moved again. Seeing that she wasn't scared, he walked further inside the room until he entered the bathroom.
Jenna stood by the side, waiting for him to use the bathroom before she leaves, but she noticed he was struggling.
"That's right, your hands. Foolish me." Jenna knocked her head, running inside the bathroom. "I'll help..." her voice trailed.
Jenna quickly let go like his body was some burning coal. She turned her face. Jenna didn't know what she might do if she started undressing this man, knowing she lusted over him at every chance she gets.
"Jenna...breathe," Jenna inhaled deeply at her own instruction. "Don't think of him like that...think of him as um...a pet? Or...anything."
Rhane tilted his head, "Master?"
Jenna raised her hand, "I'm coming, just give me a minute." Rubbing her chest, Jenna nodded.
"He's just my pet...I don't feel anything at all. Like a child under my care. Yes." She repeated the words, then turned around with a smile.
"Let me help you there, Rhane."
Rhane's eyes dropped down at his chest. He watched Jenna carefully undo his buttons, then removed his shirt, making sure she didn't touch his hands.
"Your wound is healing nicely," Jenna grazed her finger on his chest. The stab wounds now looked like a scar.
"Is it because you heal so quick, is that why you jump into danger?" Jenna asked, dropping his shirt. Her eyes falling on the trousers, which was the next.
"My pet and a child," Jenna nodded. She reached for his zipper and undid it swiftly, then turned almost immediately.
"Um...Rhane...you can remove the trousers and get into the bath." Jenna instructed, keeping her eyes glued to the wall.
Rhane looked down at his trousers. He removed them before entering the bath, upon Jenna's instruction.
"It's a small bath, but you need to sit so I can be able to wash you." Jenna said, hearing the sound of the water.
Rhane crouched. Though it was small, it was also warm, so he relaxed.
Jenna finally turned. She picked up a washcloth and applied soap on it. Pulling a stool, she sat behind Rhane.
"Rhane," Jenna began when she scooped the warm water and poured it over his body.
"Yes, Master," Rhane replied with a soft hum, enjoying the water run down his body.
"Don't put your body at risk like that," Jenna moved the washcloth gently on his back first, then rubbed his shoulder. She didn't fail to notice the marks all over his body.
"I don't know the kind of life you've been living before now, but...I really hope you stop endangering your own self." Jenna continued running the washcloth down his spine.
Just by looking at this man, Jenna could tell he wasn't someone ordinary. He used to be someone dangerous or always got involved in dangerous activities, and it shows. But despite that, Jenna felt pity for him. No matter the life anyone lives, having to bleed hurts. Jenna tried to get used to it, but it didn't work. It never works to get used to being hurt.
Leaning closer, Jenna moved the washcloth to his chest and washed down slowly. The urge to let go of the washcloth and use her hand to rub his chest overcame Jenna, but she clenched her teeth.
"I'm really sorry, Rhane," Jenna retraced her hand, poured warm water to rinse off the soap.
Rhane turned, which was his own undoing. He was met with a helpless-looking Jenna. Her brown eyes dull, with strands of wet hair touching her face, and her full lips parted. Trailing down, he saw her transparent shirt that left her chest a visible feast.
"What is Master sorry for?" Rhane swallowed hard.
Jenna sighed, scooping another water. "I'm sorry that I never think pure of you...it's always...something bad." Jenna confessed, her hands trembling when she met Rhane's gaze intently on her.
"I..." Jenna squeezed her hands, her toes curling on the ground. The young man in front of her looked meek, weak, helpless, and ready to be eaten. Jenna could think of the many things she would do in this bath with him.
Reaching for his face, Jenna grazed her thumb on his lips and sighed.
"Do you know how beautiful you look, Rhane? When you stare like that," Jenna whispered, her palm rubbing his face, then slipping his hair behind him.
Jenna leaned closer. When her nose touched Rhane's own, she shuddered and closed her eyes. She wanted to kiss him and make love with him, but she couldn't...
"But...I can't," she hissed and moved back. Pushing the stool back, Jenna threw a towel to Rhane.
"Use that and wait in the room for me."
Rhane stared at the towel, then at Jenna. He picked up the towel and left the room.
Jenna palmed her face when she heard the door creak open and then close. She turned out the water and slipped into the bath. With a tired sigh, she threw her head back and closed her eyes.