The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 87: Bullied

Chapter 87: Bullied

Abby’s cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as she nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. "Yes, please," she replied softly.

As Remo stepped closer, his touch was light and tender as he unfastened the delicate zipper at the back of her dress. Abby closed her eyes, her senses tingling at the sensation of his fingers brushing against her skin.

The air crackled with an electric energy as Remo’s hands traced the curve of her back, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Abby’s heart raced with anticipation as she felt the warmth of his breath against her neck, his proximity igniting a fire within her.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as Remo’s hands worked their magic, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. With each gentle caress, Abby felt herself surrendering to the intoxicating sensation of desire.

As the last of the fabric slipped from her shoulders, Abby felt a rush of exhilaration wash over her. She turned to face Remo, her eyes blazing with a mixture of passion and longing.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion.

Remo nodded, "Welcome darling." He replied, getting out of his clothes.

As Remo slid out of his boxers, Abby couldn’t help but avert her gaze, her cheeks tinged with a subtle blush. Remo, with a playful twinkle in his eye, couldn’t resist teasing her.

"You know," he remarked, his voice a teasing whisper, "we’ve been intimately acquainted for a while now, but you still manage to be shy."

Abby bit her lip, her gaze briefly meeting Remo’s before she cast her eyes downward. Despite the familiarity that had grown between them, a delightful shyness lingered in those moments.

Remo, sensing her bashfulness, gently lifted her chin with a finger. "You’re adorable when you blush, you know that?"

She shifted back and forth on her feet, feeling anxious under his intense stare, wishing she possessed his confidence. Despite knowing he had already seen her unclothed, it didn’t alleviate her discomfort.

It was a different scenario when hormones weren’t clouding one’s judgment, sobering even when aroused. Remo picked up on her hesitation and he got into the tub first.

"Ready now? It’s getting lonely here," he remarked, urging her to join him.

"Yeah, I’m coming," she replied, making sure he wasn’t looking before dropping her dress and removing her underwear.

As she approached the tub, Remo smiled at her."Come on."

She carefully lowered herself into the tub, trying to shield her exposed chest with bubbles. Remo teased her about it, "Why are you hiding those from me? They’re my favorite." he teased, gesturing towards her chest.

Abby flushed at his words, she stayed put in the tub, trying to maintain some distance. But Remo insisted on pulling her closer, and despite her resistance, she found herself yielding, secretly enjoying the proximity.

She inched closer to him as he caressed her thighs, allowing him to pull her even nearer until their bodies were intertwined in the tub. "Much better," he commented, securing her arms around him as they settled in for a soak.

"I saw Martha sleeping on my father’s chest when I got in his room. You think there was something going on between them?" Abby told Remo.

"You can ask your father tomorrow instead of assuming. Don’t worry too much. Your father wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Trust him."

Abby turned around to face him, "Hmmm...I guess so."

Remo’s eyes softened as he stared at her, his affection for her deepening with each moment. With a gentle smile, he leaned in, his lips hovering close to hers as he sought her permission.

"May I kiss you?" he whispered, his voice barely audible above the soft hum of the water.

Abby’s heart skipped a beat at his tender request, a rush of warmth flooding her senses. She met his gaze, her eyes sparkling with affection as she nodded in response.

"Yes, please," she whispered back, her voice barely a breath.

With a tender sigh, Remo closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a slow, sweet embrace. The warmth of the water enveloped them, adding to the intimate atmosphere as they shared a moment of pure connection.

Their kiss was soft and tender, imbued with a depth of emotion that spoke volumes. Abby melted into the sensation, her nerves melting away in the warmth of Remo’s embrace.

As they parted, a soft smile played on Remo’s lips, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings for her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek in a gentle caress.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

Abby’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of pleasure and shyness, her heart swelling with affection for him. She leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his hand against her skin

Despite Abby’s attempt to appear relaxed, Remo sensed her nervousness. With a comforting gesture, he ran his fingers through her hair, surprising her with a soothing touch.

"I don’t usually like people touching my hair." Abby said breaking the silence.

Remo, genuinely curious, asked, "Why is that?"

Abby, her gaze distant, hesitated before opening up to Remo. "When I was a kid," she began, her voice carrying the weight of old wounds, "I was bullied because of my hair." She traced a finger through the water, her mind revisiting painful memories.

"I was the weird kid with braces, freckles, and this bright red hair," she continued, her fingers instinctively twirling a lock of her damp hair. "They used to pull it, put eggs in it, and sometimes even cut it." Abby’s eyes welled up with a mix of sorrow and vulnerability as she confessed the cruelty she endured.

Remo, listening attentively, tightened his embrace, offering silent support. Abby’s voice quivered as she recalled, "I felt like an outsider, always standing out in the worst way. No matter how much I tried to blend in, they made sure I never could." A wave of sadness washed over her, and she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.