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Wearing only her underwear and the high heels, she steps out of the pool of fabric around her feet and flips her hair over her shoulder.
She’s not unattractive.
I know her body measurements, and while she would benefit from a breast enlargement, she’s slim and the tits she has are acceptable. Aside from her hips where I can see faint, yet obvious, finger marks—likely caused by me last night as I rammed my cock into her pussy, again and again—her skin is unblemished.
Which is the only logical explanation as to why my dick is going hard.
When she sees I’m not moving, she steps out of the shoes. Then she continues turning so her back is to me. Bending slightly, but enough to stick her ass out, she hooks her fingers under the elastic of her panties and pushes them down until they fall from her hips.
Straightening, she unclips her bra and allows it to drop beside her.
My dick is rock hard, pushing against my pants in a way that I know I’d get instant relief from if I pulled it out and jerked off.
But I don’t move.
I don’t want her thinking this is because of her.
She opens the door to the shower and walks in. Because of where the controls are, she’s made to stand, showing off her profile, but she refuses to look at me.
It doesn’t take long for the room to start filling with steam, but it’s not enough to obscure my view.
The length of time it takes her to shower makes me wish I’d had Moran change the settings so she’d only have five minutes of lukewarm water. Instead, I have to watch her soap her hair and body like she’s filming a porno where a well-hung plumber is going to come in to see to her pipes.
By the time she shuts off the water, my dick is starting to feel uncomfortable—like I’m a little kid with no control who’s about to come in his own pants.
She shuts off the water and wrings out her hair before getting out. The shower has towel racks so you don’t need to leave it before wrapping yourself up. But she didn’t take any towels in with her.
The towels are hung on heated rods beside me, and she looks like she’s walking over to grab one, but instead, she stops in front of me.
My eyes are level with her navel. If I drop my gaze a fraction, I’ll be staring at her groomed snatch and the glistening droplets of water that have caught in the little hair that’s there. Looking up has me staring at her tits.
I make no effort to hide the fact that I’ve looked at both before I finally bring my gaze up to her face.
“Unless you want to dry me off, you can put the collar back on now.” She’s staring at me with a confidence I’ve not seen before. “Or do you need rubbing down first?” She blinks slowly and then deliberately looks at my crotch.
I stand. In doing so, the distance between us evaporates. I’d only have to lean forward an inch to have her feel just how hard I am.
She gives me a smug smile before turning her back to me, lifting her hair away from her neck.
Taking my time, I put the collar back around her neck, fastening it to the same hole it had been before. Then I thread the lock through and snap it closed.
But as she starts to release her hair, I grab the collar, jerking her back so her body is flush against mine.
“Syn,” she says in a squeak. One hand grabs the front of her collar, trying to pull it from me, while the other is at the back of her neck, trying to pull my fingers free.
Lowering my mouth beside her ear, I ignore her struggling. “Let’s make one thing clear. This…” I push my dick into her back, enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure I feel at the sensation. “This is because I’ve just spent the last twenty minutes imagining you taking one of those showerheads and using it to get yourself off while every single member of the Elite sits in front of this shower and watches.”
I release her, shoving her away as I do. While she slides across the marble floor and tries to stop herself from falling, I reach for my jacket. Instead of using it to cover my erection, I pluck my wallet from the inner pocket.
While I don’t remember the last time I paid for anything without my phone, I always have cash in my wallet. Several brand new, crisp bills. All of them hundreds. I pull one out, curling it around my fingers before I flick it at her.
It lands in front of her feet.
“I don’t have any ones so keep the change.”
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Tori
