Chapter 26: The Corset

DARIUS

Her eyes widened as she stared at my massive size and thick shape.

She stood frozen for several moments before she slammed her eyes shut.

“Oh my God! Cover yourself!” she yelled.

I laughed again. “Didn’t picture you as a prude, Summer.” I closed my eyes and washed my head in the water.

“Shush it! You perv!” I looked at her and saw her cheeks flush red.

“Perv? You are the one watching me while I soap,” I pointed out.

“Well, you have me locked in here,” she shouted.

“Oh, yes. No one is leaving this bedroom until we talk, Olivia.”

My belly hurt from all the laughing.

This woman was hilarious.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed like this.

Apart from yesterday, of course.

I continued my shower, leisurely soaping myself, with no plans of releasing her.

Not after what she did.

Olivia needed to learn her place.

“You are keeping me here, with you? Naked?” She was almost losing her mind, acting more like a little girl than a full-grown woman.

After all, she could have waited outside, but no, she walked straight into the dragon’s lair.

What was she expecting to find?

She looked at my cock again as if it was her first time seeing one.

I was used to strong reactions from women, but not like this.

Olivia looked as if she were having some sort of panic attack, hyperventilating with a hand pressed to her chest, like something was blocking her airways.

“Olivia, are you okay?”

“Sta-stay away from me,” she struggled.

“What’s wrong?” My voice sounded strange.

“I—I,” she gasped for air.

Her hands moved from her torso to her waist, both trapped in the tight fabric of that dress.

~Fuck!~ Was she turning white?

Her chest was heaving.

Clearly, she wasn’t receiving enough oxygen.

I had to do something, and fast.

I stepped out of the shower and approached her, dripping water all over the floor.

I stopped as soon as I saw her eyes open.

She looked terrified of me.

She reached for the wall behind her, searching for something to use as a murder weapon.

“Relax! I am not going to touch you.” I held my hands up for her to see.

“Stay away!” she repeated, panting.

It was alarming how pale she was starting to look, like she was choking on a piece of steak.

“Is it the corset on your dress?” I asked. “Let me help.”

“I think it’s too tight. I can’t breathe,” she gasped.

I saw terror and pain in her eyes as she pressed her hands to her chest.

She huffed weakly and tried to open it from behind.

Her tiny hands were shaking.

“Damn it!” I cursed as I turned her around, going straight for her back. “Come here.”

This dress was too tight, and I was losing my patience.

It was trapping her rib cage in a painful wasp waist.

My hands searched for the opening, but I didn’t find any.

“How the hell did you even put this on?”

“It’s laced…from inside…the…” She was too weak to complete the sentence, almost losing consciousness and stumbling against the wall.

She hit her head hard.

I grabbed her quickly and pulled her skirt up, revealing her beautiful legs and round butt cheeks, looking for any way to open this goddamn dress.

Now wasn’t the time to look at her.

I reminded myself.

That stupid corset!

I didn’t have time to undo it.

I had to rip it.

I tore at the laces and ripped them out, shredding the delicate fabric of the skirt from within to release her thrashing body from that tight garment.

I heard a weak gasp before she collapsed in my arms, unsettling me in ways I couldn’t understand.

At least she was breathing again.

Barely.

I turned her around while holding her in my arms, her half-naked body pressed to my chest.

“Olivia!” I shook her as I studied her bluish lips.

I slapped her lightly on the cheek, looking for any response, but she had lost consciousness.

I carried her in my arms and pushed her under the running water, turning it all the way to cold.

I detailed her face.

She looked a little better now.

Her pale lips were starting to show a touch of color, and she opened her eyes lightly, staring right into mine, too weak to do anything else.

~You scared me, little girl.~

A sudden and surprising wave of relief washed over me, but I could still feel a tightness in my chest.

“You’re okay.” I held her, not taking my eyes away from her while I felt for her weak heartbeat with my hand on her chest.

It was stuttering and uneven.

I reached outside the shower with her in my arms and took the phone.

Someone answered at the second ring.

“I need Dr. Kumar immediately.”