The Dom’s Submission: Complete Series by Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 18: Maggie
Maggie hurried into the bathroom by the living room, closing the door behind her. She sat on the side of the tub and let the tears fall. She hadn’t thought Terry was a cruel man. She’d been wrong, but it didn’t matter. He’d helped her a lot and she’d repay him by taking care of him until he was well. Then, she’d leave and move on with her life. She wiped her face and walked into the living room. She put the TV on for the kids, retrieved the playpen from the car, set it up near the couch, deposited Davy in there with some toys and went into the kitchen.
She made some soup from a box that she’d brought with her and took a snack to the kids. “Mommy is going to be in the back with Mister Terry. You guys be good. If you need anything come and get me.”
“Okay,” said the two older kids, eyes glued to the television.
She took the soup, crackers and some water into his room. He was still stretched out on the bed in his dirty clothes. She wasn’t surprised. He’d never listened to her before, he wasn’t going to start now. She put the tray on his dresser and went back to the kitchen. She grabbed a clean, large pan and walked into the master bathroom. She half-filled the pan with warm, soapy water, tossed in a washcloth and carried it into his bedroom. She dug through his dresser until she found some sweatpants and a clean T-shirt. She tossed them on the bed and sat down.
“Terry. Terry.” She shook him.
“Go away.” He buried his face in the pillow.
“Not until you’re cleaned and fed.”
“I’m not a child.”
“Then, stop acting like one.”
He rolled over, glaring at her.
She pushed his shirt up and he lifted so she could remove it. She took the cloth from the bowl and began to skim it over his torso. He was so strong and lean, his chest wide with a sprinkling of dark hair that formed a V straight to his crotch. She tried not to look. She knew too well what lived between his legs and she missed it.
She raised his arm, washing him. Luckily, his eyes were closed. She leaned in lifting him as much as she could to get his back, her breasts pressing against his chest. She bit her lips as her nipples hardened from the contact. It was embarrassing how desperate she was. The man had the flu and still her body craved his.
Her hands went to his jeans.
“Don’t.” His eyes opened.
“You’ll be more comfortable in sweats.”
“I’ll be more comfortable if you stop touching me.”
She swallowed the lump of hurt and anger. “I will but you have to wash and dress yourself.” She threw the clothes she’d grabbed for him in his face and stood. “I’ll be back in ten minutes. If you’re not dressed, I’ll do it.”
“Fuck this.” He started taking off his pants.
She stepped outside, closing the door and leaning against it. He was such an ass. She wiped her eyes. As soon as he was even a little better, she was gone.
