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I took my time undressing. I didn’t even bother to close the bathroom door, leaving it open in invitation. Unbuttoning my shirt, I heard him come in behind me. I slipped the shirt slowly off my shoulders then dropped it to the floor, keeping my back to him, teasing him as I unzipped my pants next. I swore I heard his breathing stutter when I slid the fabric down, exposing my bare ass. Knowing I was in control of that reaction made my adrenaline surge. I’d been so nervous about standing on a stage and removing my clothing, but for Max, I reveled in it.
It had been a long time since I’d been in any kind of relationship—serious or otherwise—and I missed it. A lot. I missed how it felt to have a man look at me with heat, like he couldn’t bear to go another minute without touching me. I missed the way my heart beat faster, the excitement of exploring with someone new. I wasn’t at all sure how what we were doing could be classified as a “relationship,” but for now, I refused to analyze it. I was about to get laid, and right now, that was enough.
I reached into the shower to turn on the water, then peeked over my shoulder at him. I saw he’d lowered himself onto the couch along the wall and had popped the top button of his pants. He met my eyes and dragged his tongue over his lower lip, then oh so slowly, he withdrew his cock, thick and heavy in his palm. My eyes might’ve been playing tricks on me, but I swore there was a perfect bead of precum gathering on the tip.
“What are you waiting for?” he rasped, giving himself a languid stroke. “You’re a very dirty boy, and you need to get clean.”
My knees felt weak as I stepped into the shower. I was probably lucky I didn’t slip on the wet tile. I let the waterfall showerhead rain down on me, soaking my hair and washing down my back, the stream of water tickling my crack where slick was collecting.
I grabbed the body wash and squeezed some into my hand. “Make sure you lather it up,” he instructed.
If it was a show he wanted, then that was what he would get. I turned to face him and soaped up my dick and balls, massaging it up into a lather. With each tug of my hand, pressure began to build. Having his possessive glare on me set my body on fire and intensified every sensation. Still, he kept a leash on himself.
“Don’t forget your back,” he said, indicating with a finger for me to turn around. “I think you missed a spot.”
Obeying his instruction came so easily. I knew we both had the same goal in mind—pleasure—and I was willing to do whatever it took to get there with him. With one hand on the tiled wall, I bent over and lathered through my crack and over my puckered hole. I fought to contain my needy whimper. “How’s that? Am I clean enough?”
I heard him get up from his seat. “You’d better bend over so I can inspect it.” I heard the rustle of clothes being discarded. “I need to get closer, to make sure.”
Knowing he was right there behind me, with a front-row seat, I couldn’t resist probing at my hole with the tip of my finger, just to the first knuckle, enough to give both of us a taste of what was to come. I could feel his eyes on me, watching every move I made. It was intoxicating. When I delved deeper, though, he said, “Stop,” a dark commanding tone to his voice. “For as long as we’re together, your ass is mine. Your pleasure, your orgasms, they belong to me. Do you understand?”
Slowly, I removed my finger, my body quivering with anticipation. “Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes what?” he coaxed, reaching in to shut off the water.
“Yes, sir, I understand,” I said, barely able to catch my breath. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to call him in the bedroom, but he seemed to like that just fine.
Growling, he dropped to his knees behind me and grabbed my hips. Holding me steady, he licked the water droplets from my ass, one cheek then the other. He nibbled with his teeth, little nips, testing how hard I liked it. “Harder,” I said, unsure what I was getting into, but I knew I could handle more than that.
He sank his teeth full into my flesh, hard enough to leave an indent but not break the skin. My balls gave a hard squeeze at the feeling, the pleasure more intense through the pain, then he kissed me gently over the bite mark and stood up. “It’s not too late to back out.”
“Never,” I whimpered as he reached around me and tweaked my nipple sharply. Slick seeped out, making my skin slippery. I knew for sure that I would need another shower before we were through.
“Come with me,” he whispered, taking me by the hand. The thick carpet wicked away the water as I dripped all the way through to the bedroom, which was mostly taken up by a massive king-size bed with four sturdy posts. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees,” he commanded. “I want you to hold onto the post tight.
Something about this scenario made me feel bold, even as he exerted his control. “Wouldn’t it be easier to tie me there?” I suggested in a husky voice I barely recognized as my own. He didn’t say anything as I walked over to the silk tie set out on the dresser. “They call them ties for a reason,” I teased, lacing it through my fingers.
“Oh, my perfectly naughty omega,” he groaned as he took the tie from me. I held my wrists out for him, and he wrapped them gently, before leading me over to the post to fasten them. He left the knot loose, and I was sure I could get free of it if I wanted to, but I knew I would never try. This was exactly where I wanted to be.
When I was in position on the bed on my hands and knees, Max knelt between my legs. “Wider,” he said, firmly nudging my knees out, then he pressed down on my back until my head was on the mattress, my ass in the air. My hair fell in a curtain around me.
“I’m not sure if you’re ready for me,” he said slyly, and before I could respond, I felt his tongue, hot and wet, lapping around the rim of my entrance. Surprised, I bucked back against his face, and he gave me a tap with his hand. “Stay perfectly still. If you’re a good boy and listen to me, I won’t have to punish you.”
But what if I wanted to be punished?
It was torture trying to stay still as he worked at stretching me out, adding one finger at a time. Finally, with slick and saliva dripping down my legs, he moved in behind me and lined himself up. He nudged at my hole slowly, letting me adjust. As the blunt head of his cock penetrated the ring of muscle, we groaned in tandem. It was such a delicious intrusion.
“Oh, precious, you’re so tight,” he praised as he eased his way inside me. As he filled me, inch by inch, I groaned. We’d barely started, and already I could feel pressure building inside me.
He paused when his balls came flush with mine. I waited, but he didn’t pull back out. It seemed to go on forever, that he would never move, and desperation clawed at me. Why wasn’t he fucking me? Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I arched my hips.
He gripped my hips hard, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Tsk, tsk,” he scolded lightly. “I told you not to move, and you disobeyed me.” Realization dawned; this was what he’d been hoping for. Lust surged through me, my heart racing. “What should your punishment be?” he asked too innocently, smoothing a palm over my right ass cheek. “Mm, I so desperately want to spank you.”
“Do it,” I said without hesitation, wiggling my hips. “Please, I want it. Make me feel it, leave your mark,” I goaded him. “Sir…”
The slap was sharp and sudden, and I gasped at the hot stinging sensation. He followed it up with a soothing circular motion that made my dick ache. “More,” I panted, feeling dizzy with need.
Another slap, and my balls clenched tight, my channel squeezing around his cock. My desire was so acute, I could come just like this, without him even thrusting into me once.
