Vanessa did not answer, but literally sat down next to Dylan, picked up the bowl and fed him.
Dylan himself froze.
-Wasn’t it you who told me to feed you?
Vanessa looked at Dylan with a calm face, and there was no sign of reluctance or resistance on her face. But it was this Vanessa who was eluding Dylan, who was preventing him from taking advantage of the situation as he usually did.
Even he was a little worried.
Vanessa was genuinely guilty and remorseful and she worried about the injuries he had suffered.
Dylan suddenly felt especially bad and unforgivable for using his injury as a means to gain Vanessa’s sympathy. It was clear that everything he had been through had taught him that he could use any means, any kind of person, as long as it served a purpose.
But now, he was beginning to examine himself.
-I’m sorry Vanessa, I…
-Aren’t you hungry?
Vanessa’s expression remained calm, as if she hadn’t seen the change in Dylan, hadn’t seen the flicker of guilt in his eyes. She just stared at him silently, waiting for him to open his mouth.
Dylan felt frustrated and for the first time uneasy about unscrupulous exploitation.
What should have been a wonderful dinner was an insipid one.
Dylan finished quickly, telling Vanessa to hurry up and eat, and turned quickly back upstairs as if to avoid something. When he disappeared around the corner, Vanessa picked up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them.
Standing in front of the studio’s floor-to-ceiling window, Dylan took a deep drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaled rings of white smoke.
The irritation in the depths of his heart did not diminish one iota.
He had missed his best chance, and even if he tried to apologise to Vanessa again, it would only look contrived. Dylan could only sigh, frowning.
By the end of the night, there was finally something that put Dylan in a pretty good mood.
-Honey, he’s going to help me bathe. Look, my back hurts and I can’t wash it myself.
Vanessa didn’t reply and, after a moment of silence in which Dylan thought she would refuse, said
-Yes, but not in the shower, I can rub you a bit.
-It is also good.
No matter how it’s done, he’s the one who enjoys it anyway, so it doesn’t matter.
-Go to the bathroom, it’s easier.
-Good.
As it was all about taking advantage of the situation, of course, Vanessa said what she wanted and Dylan had no objection.
Vanessa sat Dylan on the edge of the tub and pulled out a small bench.
-I’ll turn on the water, you … forget it, I’ll take it off your clothes.
Vanessa was going to let Dylan undress alone, but changed her mind when she thought of his uncomfortable hands.
-Good.
Dylan squinted and enjoyed watching Vanessa go about her business.
Once the water temperature was adjusted, she began to undress Dylan again. Shirt, trousers, and Vanessa hesitated when she was left with his underwear.
-Do you still want to take it off?
Of course Dylan wanted to say yes, he didn’t mind showing his naked body in front of Vanessa. But he was worried that Vanessa was shy.
-No, I’ll take it off when I finish cleaning myself.
Vanessa nodded and said nothing. She took the towel and gave Dylan a serious bath.
It was because she was so serious that Dylan couldn’t take the opportunity to tease her.
Until it was over. Putting on his pyjamas, Dylan felt sick.
She couldn’t believe she had missed such a good opportunity to make fun of her.
-Wait a moment, I’ll go out and give you the medicine when I’ve finished cleaning up.
-It’s OK, there’s no rush.
That said, Dylan tried to keep his mouth shut. However, the opportunity was squandered and all he could do was watch as Vanessa turned around and headed for the bathroom. Soon the sound of running water sounded from inside and the thought of Vanessa in the shower made Dylan pause.
In fact, he only injured his back and his lower body was not affected at all.
Vanessa had stepped out of the shower while Dylan thought about it. She went downstairs to get the ointment and told Dylan to lie down on the bed, then spread her legs and sat on his hips.
-I start applying the ointment.
This position of the two of them is literally sexy.
If he could, Dylan would love to immediately turn around and have Vanessa’s hips sitting on his front abdomen.
That would be more exciting.
The ointment was cool on the body, but Vanessa’s palms were warm.
The pain was nothing to Dylan, it was Vanessa’s soft fingers that drew him in all the time. Although she was being properly medicated, to Dylan it felt more like arousal.
It hadn’t been long since she started the medication and he was already hard.
The position was thus awkward.
Dylan couldn’t wait to turn around and wanted to switch places with Vanessa and penetrate her hard.
But, to do so now would be to use a wound to threaten her, and Dylan found he suddenly couldn’t bear such a thing.
He couldn’t hold on any longer and the muscles in his arms tensed.
-Are you in pain?
Vanessa stopped and asked worriedly.
-It’s OK, it’s bearable.
Dylan didn’t want Vanessa to know he was doing this because he was having a reaction with her body, so he had to go along with what he was saying.
-The doctor said you have to apply the ointment hard or the bruises won’t melt.
-All right, let’s go.
Vanessa did not speak and continued to apply the medicine. Due to the necessary pressure, her hips pressed against Dylan’s from time to time. What would normally be an absolute pleasure was now like torture.
He struggled to finish the medication and Dylan felt the water run out of his body in sweat.
-I’m going to wash my hands.
Vanessa didn’t notice the difference in him and got out of bed to go to the bathroom when he finished.
Hoo.
Dylan was relieved, but even more upset. He wanted to hug Vanessa, he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to enter her.
The idea is unbearable.
Vanessa was in the bathroom for a while, because the medicine in her hands was not easy to wash off. When she came out, she suddenly felt something was wrong and looked up to meet Dylan’s hot, heartbreaking gaze.
-You…
-Darling, come here.
Vanessa’s voice was interrupted by Dylan, his voice hoarse as if he was desperately trying to suppress something.
Certainly, she knew what was going on with Dylan’s current situation. After weighing her options, she approached. Just as she got close, Dylan bent down and pulled her into his arms, taking her chin and kissing her fiercely.
-Honey, I can’t help it.
Fuck guilt and anguish, he should do whatever he wants.
“Vanessa is mine.”
Now, the only way to quell the burning desire in his heart was to possess her fiercely.