The Enforcer's Sister

Chapter Five: Adele - Sponge Bath

As I stepped into Archer's opulent bathroom, my eyes widened at the sight he posed in his spacious, swanky shower stall. The glass walls of the shower stall reached up to the high ceiling, providing a breathtaking view of the entire bathroom. The pristine tiles lining the walls and floor shimmered under the soft glow of the recessed lighting, creating an atmosphere of luxury and sophistication.

At the side wall of the shower stall, Archer sat confidently on a sleek tiled seat, wearing nothing but his boxers and a first aid box was to his left. The seat was positioned strategically, evidently to fully enjoy the cascade of water without any inconvenience. Steam filled the enclosure and enveloped him, adding a touch of sensuality to the scene.

Archer's sculpted physique glistened under the droplets of sweat that danced across his skin, accentuating his well-defined muscles inked beautifully with tattoos. The steam made his tanned skin appear even more radiant, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of nervousness as I realized the task that lay before me. 

Nervously, I offered a silent prayer for strength as I mustered the courage to step forward, inching closer to Archer in the shower stall. 

"Take off your clothes, Adele," he rasped, his voice halted my steps sending a jolt of electricity through my entire being. The combination of his commanding tone and the suggestive nature of the situation made me feel a flush of heat spread across my body.

"W - why?" I stammered, my words betraying my surprise.

"You're going to get sweaty," he replied matter-of-factly, his gaze fixed on me. His words hung in the air, laden with a mixture of desire and practicality.

I nodded, trying to compose myself. "Yeah... of course," I muttered, my mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events. I hadn’t prepared to face anything like this and Chad had my bag. I knew I had to gather my thoughts and act swiftly. 

"I'm sure you can find something appropriate to change into in my wardrobe. Hurry up, will you?" he added, his voice carrying a sense of urgency and a tinge of exasperation.

His words snapped me out of my hazy state, making me a little upset and bringing a moment of clarity. Clenching my jaw, I tried to remember he was only playing the part we had orchestrated to keep me safe. I must keep my cool. I swallowed an angry growl.

Hastily, I made my way to his closet, trying to ignore the intoxicating scent of luxury clothing and Archer’s cologne that enveloped me within the enclosed space. Scanning the array of garments, I quickly grabbed a towel robe and discarded my clothes, leaving only my underwear. I fumbled to put on the towel robe, eager to return to the bathroom.

A minute later, I reentered the bathroom, now clad in the towel robe. But as I stepped back into the shower stall, the once spacious area seemed to close in on me, feeling smaller now with both of us inside. The steamy air wrapped around us, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation and uncertainty.

My heart raced as I tried to maintain composure, standing next to Archer, the intensity of the moment seemed palpable, the air was somewhat thick with unspoken desires and untamed emotions. It felt like I had entered a territory where boundaries blurred and control slipped away, and I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead on this perilous path we had embarked upon.

Gently, I picked up a soft sponge and dipped it into a bowl filled with warm, soapy water he had already prepared. The fragrance of the shower gel filled the air as I squeezed the sponge, creating a lather that promised to cleanse and soothe. With hesitant steps, I approached Archer, feeling a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

As I knelt in front of him, the sound of low classical music filled my ears, creating a soothing background melody. The steam enveloped us, creating an intimate bubble within the vastness of the shower stall.

With delicate movements, I began to sponge bath Archer, starting from his broad shoulders and trailing down his strong arms. The sponge glided across his skin, leaving a trail of freshness in its wake. I marveled at the firmness of his muscles and the smoothness of his skin, all while trying to maintain a composed and professional demeanor, knowing his eyes were on me. 

His tattoo depicted a fierce and menacing wolf, its snarling jaws and piercing eyes etched onto his skin. It came as no surprise to me that Archer had chosen such a primal being to adorn his body. The symbolism behind the tattoo seemed to reflect his untamed nature, a manifestation of his raw and unbridled spirit.

In the depths of his being, Archer seemed to embody a sense of power and ferocity, much like the wolf. The untamed wilderness that resided within him may found solace in the image of the werewolf, a creature of myth and legend. Perhaps it was a testament to his desire to embrace his wild instincts, defy societal norms, and embrace his true self.

The werewolf tattoo could also serve as a reminder of the duality that dwelled within him. Just like the mythical creature that transformed under the light of the full moon, Archer may evidently possess his own inner struggle between light and darkness. The tattoo might have been an emblem of his constant battle with his primal desires, a constant reminder of the untamed side that lurked beneath his composed exterior.

Archer leaned back slightly, his eyes closing in evident enjoyment of the gentle caress of the sponge on his body. His relaxed posture and the trust he placed in me made my heart flutter, mixing with a growing awareness of his presence and the undeniable chemistry between us.

In this intimate moment, time seemed to stand still, enthralled I continued to sponge bath him, moving down his torso and abdomen with a tender touch. Using the towel to clean off the suds, leaving his skin gleaming and refreshed.

As the task neared completion, I couldn't help but steal glances at Archer, his features softened in the warm glow of the shower. The vulnerability he displayed, allowing me into his personal space, was both captivating and disarming.

With the sponge bath complete, I set the sponge aside and my hands trembled slightly as I took out supplies from the first aid box. "Archer," I began softly, "I should change your bandages now."

“Hmm…” he mumbled. I couldn’t dare meet his gaze.

Carefully, I set the waterproof bandages, scissors, and antiseptic wipes beside him on the bench, ensuring they were within reach. I took a moment to collect myself, reminding myself to be gentle and thorough, ignoring the heat of desire burning within. Thankful for the thick bathroom, knowing my nipples were now as hard as pebbles, aching for his touch.

"Let's start with your rib cage," I said, my voice steady but filled with concern. "Please let me know if anything hurts or if you need me to stop at any point."

“Hmm…” he mumbled again.

I unwrapped the old bandages, mindful of not causing any discomfort. The sight of his injured rib cage made my heart ache, the bandages stained with remnants of blood and dried sweat. I took a deep breath, suppressed my emotions, and focused on the task at hand. 

“I can see you’ve gotten professional help,” I said, desperate for the need to get out of my head.

“I have a house doctor,” he rasped.

“Oh, cool…” I said. Our eyes met. My heart skipped a beat. I quickly lowered my gaze. “I hope he is not going to demand proof of my supposed profession.”

“He wouldn’t dare,” he replied, his voice sounding almost like a growl, sending a thrilling vibration to my very core. I released a shaky breath, swallowing hard. 

Using gentle movements, I carefully cleaned the area around the wound with antiseptic wipes, ensuring it was free from any debris or bacteria. Archer winced slightly, but he remained stoic, displaying a resilience that both impressed and worried me.

Once the area was clean, I reached for the fresh bandages, ensuring they were properly aligned before securing them around his rib cage. With each careful motion, I couldn't help but notice the toned muscles beneath the bandages, a stark contrast to the vulnerability of the wound. I fought the urge to press my nose to his skin. 

As I moved to his left thigh, I couldn't help but feel fear and excitement. He had widened his legs and I could see he was aroused. It was evident he was endowed. I could see the outline of his length and size in his boxers, pulsating and begging to be soothed. It was impossible to ignore. 

It excited me that he didn't try to hide it. He sat there in a primal regality that was highly sexual. I couldn't help breathing through parted lips. I wondered if he knew the effect he was having on me.

Gently, I peeled back the bandages covering his thigh, my touch feather-light. The wound was raw and healing, surrounded by bruised and swollen skin. I fought back a surge of emotion, reminding myself to stay focused.

Using the antiseptic wipes once again, I carefully cleaned the area, tenderly removing any traces of dirt or debris. Archer's grip tightened on the seat beneath him, a subtle indication of the discomfort he must have been experiencing. I worked as swiftly as I could without compromising the thoroughness of the process.

With the wound cleaned, I reached for the new bandages and carefully wrapped them around his thigh, ensuring a secure fit while allowing for proper airflow and movement. As I finished, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief mingled with a surge of protectiveness.

"There," I said softly, my voice filled with a mix of satisfaction. As I gathered the used supplies and discarded them. 

I reached for a fluffy towel, ready to envelop him in its warmth and comfort. But as I met his gaze, an unspoken tension hung in the air, electrifying the space between us. The steam swirled around us, mirroring the intensity of the moment.

"You should leave..." his deep voice resonated, sending a shiver down my spine. The sudden shift in his tone and the enigmatic emotion that clouded his eyes left me bewildered. 

"Hmm?" I questioned, my heart pounding in my chest, desperately trying to comprehend the meaning behind his words. 

"You should run, Adele," he repeated, his voice now laced with a seductive undertone that sent a cascade of conflicting emotions through me. 

"Run?" I echoed, my mind racing to process his cryptic message. It was as if he was warning me of something dangerous, urging me to distance myself from him. 

"We are done here," he declared in almost a growl, his eyes darkening with an indescribable emotion. The allure of his primal presence and the unspoken desires between us mingled with the uncertainty of the unknown, leaving me torn between caution and the undeniable pull we shared.