My shower was far from relaxing as I washed my own body, my hands felt alien to me. They needed to be Christian's hands gliding over my body rubbing the body wash into my skin. My very own fucked up magician.

Yes, I sure know how to pick them. I've never been interested in any other man before and the one I fall for is a famous, millionaire magician that feels the need to self-harm and has a dungeon he likes to play in. My inner angel stands there shaking her head with the I-told-you-so look. Screw her, she didn't know how bad he was. Neither did I until a little over an hour ago.

What have I done in saying yes to this man? If he can do that to himself how long until I have scars like that? Now I'm his... what's the word he used? Submissive. I don't fully understand the word - my inner angel tells me to search it on the Internet as her books are coming up empty. When I step out of the shower wrapping myself in a towel, the hair dryer and brush are on the side of the sink for me.

I spend the next ten minutes drying my hair while staring blankly into the mirror. It feels like I have been going a hundred miles an hour these last two weeks and it's finally come to a halt. I just finish my hair and step into the bedroom to find him there.

He is dressed in a black suit with black shirt open at the collar. He likes that look and it suits him so well. I want to dive onto him and pull him into his bed with me. He is holding two white wine glasses in his hand as he steps over and hands me one. I take it from him and swallow half the glass. I didn't realize I needed a drink so badly.

"Come, you need to get ready, my family are throwing a meal this evening." He stares into my eyes.

"I'm going to meet your parents?" Jesus, we're covering a lot of new ground today. I want to know more, but I feel exposed. He will have his whole family there, I will have no one.

"Are you okay, Ana?" He asks studying my reaction.

"I'm a little nervous, you know, meeting your family."

He smiles back at me and his deep grey eyes sparkle. Playful Christian is back, thank god.

"I figured you might be. I've sent a driver to go and collect Kate. She will be joining us there."

I'm immediately taken back. Christian thought to do that for me. It's a sweet gesture, but surprising for him.

"In that case I need to get dressed." I step around him and stop, instead turning back on him.

"I don't have any clothes. You tore my dress to pieces!"

My panic starts to rise up. Oh no, I'm going to hyperventilate. Kate's not here. Panic attack, please not now.

Christian steps up to me grabbing the glasses and places them down on the drawer. He takes both of my hands in the strong grip of his own. My breathing is fast and shallow. Not good, not good.

"Ana, look at me." Somehow his words cut through my rising panic and I look at his face.

"It's okay. You are going to be fine."

The reaction is sudden - staring into his grey eyes I feel my body beginning to relax. My breathing becomes deeper and I'm now taking deep lungfuls of air. How did he do that?

My breathing slips back into its normal rhythm. It can take Kate up to ten minutes to calm me down, but Christian just stopped me in less than a minute.

"You are truly magical." I breathe softly getting my breath back.

"That was all me, babe. I don't use magic when it comes to your mind. Remember I promised not to."

Fuck, that was such a strong connection to him as I gazed at him. I stand there in just a towel still damp from the shower.

"Allow me."

He says as he pulls the knot on the towel and it falls open. His eyes fill with lust and desire as he looks my body over. The sight of that look in his eyes sends my body into overdrive again. I want him, every part of my body screams at once. He holds the towel in both hands and runs it over my bare back. His touch is soft and gentle through the towel and he moves onto my shoulders and arms. It's then I realize he is drying my body.

He moves down my chest with the towel and onto my breasts. Fingers flick my nipples through the towel as my eyes become hazy with lust. He smirks and moves lower patting my stomach dry before dipping lower. I actually wonder if down there it will be anything other than wet with him this close. The towel pats me a few times teasing my core and moves down each leg. The feeling of his hands through the towel is so soft and sensual on my skin. I'm disappointed when he finishes and stands up behind me.

His breath is on my neck as I lean against him naked.

"Close your eyes, angel."

I do as I'm told feeling the warmth of him surrounding me. His words tickling my ear gently.

"Picture your perfect dress and describe it to me." His words weave into my head like silk. I take a deep breath as the picture forms in my mind.

"It's white, made of satin, hangs off one shoulder."

I feel his fingers move over my shoulder and trace where the dress would rest. His touch makes my skin come alive as I speak. His simple touch does unspeakable things to my body. I gasp out and carry on telling him.

"It runs down the length of my body to just above my knees."

His hands trail lower down over my stomach and follow my thighs. His fingers almost reach my knees and stop. I lean heavy against him, panting to get my breath back. As his hands slide up my legs, his lips kiss my ear sweetly and I shiver again in pleasure.

"Open your eyes." His voice soft pleasing to my ears.

I open my eyes to see us both standing before the mirror and while he is standing behind me, my eyes rest on my own body. I'm wearing the dress I just described to him. It's beautiful, as it's exactly how I pictured it. It fits me like it was molded to my own body.

"Perfect." He says to me over my shoulder and kisses my neck. I tilt my head exposing more of my neck for his kiss.

"I love it." I breathe up to him.

He pulls out a pair of matching white heels from behind his back for me to wear. I gaze at the beautiful couple looking back at us in the mirror. I can't believe it's me standing there. I look so different from the waitress of two weeks ago. I feel alive and free for the first time in my life. Speaking of free.

"What about underwear?" I ask back to him. I see his smirk in the mirror and how his eyes darken.

"That wasn't part of the deal, angel." He can't be serious.

I can't go to his families' house without underwear on.

"An angel would wear underwear." I tease back at him.

"So, you know some angels, do you?" He teases back and wins. "Come now, we have to get on the road." He smiles at me and it's playful Christian.

"Not on your bike again?" I say remembering our last trip on it.

"No, Taylor will be driving us." He tells me as he collects our wine glasses. He hands me mine.

"To an interesting and... "

I jump in, "Underwear free evening." I say as we raise our glasses.

"I know the feeling." He teases back.

Christian without underwear… I tip the glass back swallowing it's contents. This will be an interesting night indeed.

(This will certainly make for an interesting next chapter. It's time to meet the family. Now how many of you would want a partner that could make you a dress like that? His magic holds no bounds.

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