AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The moment he pulled out his cock through the opening of his boxers, I knew it was a mistake to stay. I’m sure it was done on purpose, something to make me squirm, but the way he held it in his fist, like he was about to pleasure himself, made him peeing a sexual act. The fact that I wanted to watch, that I held my breath as that first stream shot out, made me feel like a pervert.
“Some people like that kind of stuff,” Miri said nonchalant much later that night when I confessed it to her. “Getting peed on is a kink. Golden showers and all that.”
“Eww.” I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t want to get peed on.”
“Maybe not by just anyone. But you definitely might want to by him.”
I stared at her for a long while as she took of sip of her wine while we lounged in her living room after getting the kids to sleep in her bed. “Have you ever done that?”
“No. But when the guy I’ve been with has been able to get me hot enough, I’ve done other things.”
“Like?” I urged her to continue when she didn’t elaborate.
A little giggle escaped her as if she was remembering all the naughty shit she’s done in her lifetime. “Just things. Trust me, if the right guy wanted to pee on me, I’d let him. But my sexual experiences have been different, so I might be more open to stuff like that.”
“Hmm.” I thought about that. Miri has always been a lot more open sexually. Even though she can’t trust anyone in a relationship, she doesn’t deny herself the pleasure of both male and female company at least once every other week.
In the six years we’ve known each other, she’s taken on several lovers while I’ve had only a handful. And Troy was only for the thirty seconds, so I’m not sure he counts. Of course, it would stand to reason my experience is limited. Not to mention that Miri knows my history. Knows why I don’t seek partners often.
But the days I spent at The Red have made up for that. I’ve let Gavin do things to me I wouldn’t have done with anyone else. Yes, I was being blackmailed into it. But still.
“If it bothers you, I’ll help him,” Miri offered when I remained quiet for a long time. “I’m a nurse. It’s what I do.”
God bless her, she’s such a good friend. The best friend, actually. When I called her from the car I hijacked, and told her I was on the way with my unconscious boss, she didn’t question me. Instead, she got the space ready to hold him.
Yes, she’s that person, the one that would do anything for me and I’d die for her.
But when I thought of her going into the bathroom with Gavin and possibly seeing his dick, I was consumed by a guttural reaction that had me snarling, “I got it.”
She turned to me with an amused expression, but said nothing.
In the end, however, I decided there was no choice but to give him privacy. There are some things no one should see you do. Besides, there are no windows in the bathroom for him to exit through.
Everything went smoothly. Not once did he attempt to escape. He went in, did his thing, came back out.
So earlier, when he asked me if he could shower, I said yes.
Now, I’m waiting outside the door, my ear flat against the wood, listening to him moving around in there. Sure, things are probably more difficult with the cuffs on. But I’m not going to help him. Though I have imagined it.
God, the torture. I must be ovulating because it’s damn near impossible not to offer him a hand just so I can see what he looks like wet. Rivulets streaming down his chiseled abs. His slick muscles flexing.
I clutch the gray sweats and T-shirt to my chest. Miri grabbed them for me from the store when she went grocery shopping. Cheap clothes that might offend him, but it’s all we got.
The water shuts off and I push away from the door.
“Gavin,” I call to him and knock. “I’ve brought you some clothes.”
He shoves the curtain to the side. “You can come in.”
Without a thought, I step inside, only to find him standing naked on the mat. Any decent woman would glance away. But all I can do is follow the streams of water as they trace the contours of his chest and abdomen. They roll over his pelvic area, and down his cock.
It twitches and I finally tear my eyes off him. He’s grinning like he knows what he does to me.
“Put these on.” I shove the clothes into his hands and rush out, slamming the door behind me.
A few minutes later, he comes out, the gray sweats hanging sinfully low on his hips, the T-shirt in his hands instead of covering his toned chest, and I’m suddenly breathless.
“You’re going to have to release the cuffs if you want me to wear this,” he tells me.
