33~What do you want, Vlad

When valentine walked into the bathroom he just wanted to make sure it was Fay there and not a spy.

But when he walked in and saw how she earnestly leathered soap on her pale skin he stared.

He couldn’t help it. She was a few feet away in the bath tub. Her head up, slightly tilted as she washed her neck. Her hair was as dark as the raven kneaded together in their wet nature. The hair around her face was in disarray and flowed beyond her shoulders. The mixture of soap and water flowed through her body giving it a good contrast.

He was used to his women fragile and always ready to please him. But this woman was not fragile neither was she ready to please him at all time. The way she acts with him gave him the sense of loss of control and power. He had no control over her in the bedroom. Though she was small he got the impression that she wouldn’t relent. Perhaps it was her face with its full, unpainted mouth and high, slashing cheekbones. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair, he