Free Fragrance of Revenge by Dick C. Waters Page B

particular attention to his body’s reaction. He dreamed it was her that was washing him and punishing him with the icy spray. He had the real thing only a few feet down the hall, but despite his soreness and the cold water he was lost in the fantasy of being her prisoner.
    The shower door slid open and brought him out of his fantasy.
    “Why Doctor Adler, you look like you could use some help there,” Alexis said with a smile, and stepped into the shower with him.
    He moved his hand away and reached for her immediately. “ No,” she barked. She moved into the cold spray like it didn’t exist.
    “You shouldn’t be doing that to your body. It’s my turn. Turn around and back up to the wall. Now raise your arms and put the back of your hands up against the wall.” The hand held spray nozzle was just over his head and spraying her body. He saw her breasts now beet red from the ice pricks. “Stop looking. Close your eyes and don’t move.”
    She moved the bar of soap up and down against his Adam’s apple. Then she moved the bar across his lips. In some fashion she was torturing him. The feeling was erotic. The thoughts of being her prisoner were even more erotic. She slowly washed his shoulders and his arm pits. He could feel the cold spray bouncing off her body onto his. Then she moved the soap bar across his chest and back and forth across his stomach and navel. His body was anticipating her intimate touch, but it didn’t come.
    “Open your eyes and watch me,” she commanded.
    She was in no rush. He was enjoying the sight, but his arms were getting sore. He went to move his arms down, and she jabbed him with the soap bar. “I didn’t tell you to move. Keep your arms up above your head.”
    He put his back to the wall and looked at her for some sign of whether she was still hypnotized. She moved her hand and the soap back to her body and resumed her washing. He realized she was enjoying the reversed roles very much. His dream was coming true.
     “Now close your eyes doctor.” A minute later he heard soft sounds coming from deep in her throat. He jumped when she started washing his body. They had showered together, but this time it was different.
    “Do you like having the roles reversed?” she asked, in a sexy voice.
    When he didn’t immediately answer her she got his attention. “I asked you a question.” He quickly realized he had lost all control of the situation.
    “Yes.” He forced an answer.
    He lost all track of time, but knew if the water was warm it would have been cold by now. He considered whether he liked this situation or not, and realized she held his fate. He felt he could trust her, but at times he wondered really what he had created.
    “You’re hurting me,” he finally spoke.
    “I know I am. Do you really like having the roles reversed?”
    “Yes, very much.”
    He knew he had lost all control, and he knew she recognized her new power.
    Time was passing and he was trying to commit all of this to memory. All his senses were flooded simultaneously and although his fantasies were being satisfied, he realized he had created a monster. He was caught between being a researcher and a subject. His mind was reeling, and his body was not his any longer.
    “You really love this, don’t you?” she asked, bringing him back to reality.
    “Yes.”
    “What other things can I do for you?”
    “Do you really want to know?”
    “Does that answer your question?”
    “Yes. I’ll share them, but not here, and not now.”
    “You my fine doctor…you are not in control any longer…I am. I can tell you’re going to love the role you’re going to play.”
    He could barely sense the cold water spray, his body was numb now. He didn’t care. He was in love. He was in love with a creature he had created. He wanted to tell her he loves her, but he couldn’t. He didn’t care about anything any longer. He had transitioned to the object. He loved it and he could tell she loved her new role