At the end of their conversation, Celeste excused herself to the bathroom. She was so flustered that she let out a deep breath as soon as she locked the bathroom door. Her back leaned against the door as she slowly slumped down to the floor. She placed both hands on top of her head, slightly gripping her hair. As she did this, a flashback came to her; the hot kissing whilst Maximus lightly gripped her hair, his tight muscular chest on top of hers. His alluring scent came back to her, as well as the sounds of his breathing. "Shit...why does he have to be so fucking hot..." she thought to herself, knowing it was a pointless question. "What am I doing here?" She couldn't help but say aloud.
She looked around the bathroom, surprised by how minimalistic and tidy it was, just a few candles around the bath. When she spotted the shower head she decided to focus on getting clean and nothing else. Celeste slowly unbuttoned her cream blouse, trying to shake off the image of Maximus's fingers attempting to unbutton it. Throwing her blouse over her shoulder, she started to unzip the back of her black pencil skirt when it hit her that she didn't have a towel. She walked around the bathroom in her light pink lacy bra and half zipped skirt trying to find a towel but the cupboards were empty.
"Great, no towel and I have no clean clothes or underwear" she groaned to herself.
She placed her blouse on the counter above the sink and looked into the mirror. "I guess I will just use tissues or something. Or maybe my blouse? It needs a hand wash anyway" she thought, feeling like this was her only option.
Still staring at herself in the mirror, Celeste took off her skirt, tan tights, matching pink panties and bra and placed them all on the counter. "I'm gonna look like a raccoon" she quietly said aloud, after remembering that she was not wearing waterproof mascara. "Oh well, let's see what he thinks of me after I try to wash off my makeup" she wondered. She tied up her hair in a high bun the best she could with her tights, since she didn't have a hair tie, and stepped into the bath. She began to wash herself under the shower head in fairly hot water and was relieved to find shower gel and face wash. Once her body and face were scrubbed the best she could with her hands, she heard a noise, it was a door closing. "Shit" she whispered.
Celeste's heart raced and she froze. She couldn't see Maximus through the shower curtain as it was black but she knew he was close. She crossed her arms over her exposed breasts and turned her lower body towards the shower wall. She had never felt so vulnerable in her whole life. Before she could do anything a towel came over the curtain rail. She tilted her head to see Maximus's big hand holding the towel.
"Here" Maximus said flatly. Celeste grabbed the towel quickly and switched the water off. She swiftly wrapped herself in the towel and pulled the tights out of her long wavy brown hair. Anxious, she pulled back the shower curtain slightly only to notice that Maximus was gone, and so were her clothes. She stepped out of the bath, holding her towel up with one hand and quickly walked over to the mirror. Relieved at the fact that the face wash had removed her makeup nicely, she moved her hair to the back of her neck, and admired her skin. The new skincare routine she used had made her skin quite even and smooth. Her cheeks were flushed however, thanks to the thought of Maximus being so close whilst she was naked.
After shaking off more images of their kiss from earlier, she suddenly remembered that she had no clothes or underwear. She took a deep breath and headed out of the bathroom. As she walked back towards the main room, with no sign of him she scanned the bed in hopes that Maximus had left her some clothes, even if it was one of his own shirts. There was nothing on the bed and no clothes nearby that she could see. She took another deep breath out of frustration and turned around, only to be surprised by Maximus standing in front of her, shirtless. "Hey, where are my clothes?" she asked, trying to sound confident, but her face and body appeared tense.
"Why would you need your clothes right now? You just came out of the shower. You're probably still wet." Maximus smirked, his voice so cunning but seductive.
Celeste's hand gripped the top of her towel tighter "I can't stay naked all day. Just let me borrow one of your shirts please" she demanded, her jaw clenched slightly.
Maximus scoffed and moved towards her, his face close to hers. Celeste's heart skipped a beat as Maximus looked at her lips, with almost hunger in his eyes. He whispered in her ear "Relax..baby."
Frozen again, Celeste's eyes widened. No one had ever called her baby to her face like that before, it was so hot to her. She tried to think of something to say, to show contempt or resistance but she couldn't come up with anything. She couldn't help but look at Maximus's mouth, his lips looked so tempting. Maximus began slowly pushing Celeste's shoulders towards the bed, until she was laying on her back. Their eyes locked as he removed the black leather belt from his trousers. Celeste turned her face away. Maximus slowly climbed onto the bed and straddled her. He softly pulled her face to look at him with his thumb. Celeste couldn't help but breathe loudly as Maximus leaned in, his lips just above hers. He paused for a moment, looking into her eyes. As soon as her eyes moved to his lips he pushed his mouth onto hers firmly. Celeste couldn't help but softly moan as Maximus intensely massaged her tongue with his. After a few seconds of passionately kissing, Celeste felt something hard pressing down on her. Noticing how hard he was, made her lean into the kiss more. She held his face with one hand, and the other against his chest, acting as if she was going to push him away.
All of a sudden Maximus pulled away, his eyes glued to hers. Celeste became nervous when she saw him holding his belt in one hand. Her body tensed up and her mind went blank. Maximus swiftly grabbed both of her wrists and placed them above her head. He bound her wrists to the headboard with his belt, before leaning over her again. Celeste wanted to close her eyes but she couldn't look away. His face was hard to read; it looked like desire but she'd never seen someone look at her this intensely before. Maximus placed one hand on the side of her face and began slowly tracing his fingers down her neck, stopping at the knot of her towel. Still only using one hand, he opened the towel. He traced his fingers down in between her breasts, over her stomach and her upper thigh. He edged his fingertips closer and closer to her inner thigh, teasing her. Celeste let out a quiet gasp which caused Maximus to grin at her, making her more flushed. Not knowing what to expect next, she hoped that he would move his fingers closer to her clit. Maximus softly licked his lower lip.
