Page 36 of Savage Don

He still has a pair of white briefs on, but they hardly leave anything to the imagination. The huge outline of his hard cock practically lunges out in my direction, a third leg that’s nearly as thick as his juicy thighs.

“You… You’re coming in the shower with me?”

“Of course,” Ray smiles. He’s clearly intensely interested in my reaction to his little strip tease, and from the looks of it, he’s satisfied with the way my jaw has dropped. “Now, hurry and get undressed, kitten. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

The warmth in my core is set on fire as Ray turns around and slips his underwear off. His ass cheeks are thick and firm, and they sway with all the confidence in the world as he walks into the large shower and turns on the first faucet.

I don’t share his confidence.

This is all happening too fast. I’ve never showered with anyone before. Hell, I don’t even think anyone has seen me naked since I hit puberty.

But Ray won’t care about that. And I have a feeling that he wants more than just to see me naked. His throbbing cock made that clear.

He’s going to fuck me.

But I’m not ready. For as aroused as I am, I’m hardly even awake, let alone prepared for that beast. He could split me in two.

“Ray… I…” My voice hardly carries through the steam rising up from the bathroom tiles.

Still, Ray somehow seems to hear me, and he looks over his shoulder, eyes shimmering with desire.

“I thought I was Master?” he teases, his back muscles flexing as he turns on another faucet.

When hot water starts to wash down from the second rainforest shower head, Ray turns to face me. His hard cock is shrouded in the steam, and I can’t help but squint to try to make out more as he open the shower door and moves towards me.

But I don’t need to see more to sink into a dangerous pool of desire. Just the sight of his hard, muscular body, with all of its dark, twisted tattoos, is enough to make me bite my bottom lip and clench my thighs.

The heat in my core is slowly turning into a molten pressure. I haven’t even touched the hot water of the shower yet, and I’m already soaking wet.

“Master… I… I’m a virgin.” I don’t know what else to say. It’s embarrassing, begging so pitifully for his mercy, but the heat of the bathroom is making me sweat, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep this sticky sweater on for.

Leaning forward, Ray gently pinches my chin between his giant fingers. “I know,” he whispers, his voice as deep as thunder. “And you will continue to be a virgin… at least for now. I’m not going to fuck you, kitten. Not yet. This shower is just as much for you as it is for me. Now, listen to your master. Take that sweater off, and be a good little slave. You need a good cleaning.”

Ray’s thick thumb brushes ever so slightly against the bottom of my lip before he drops my jaw and steps back into the steam.

There is little I can do except obey. Still, my gaze drops, heavy with shame, as I cross my own arms and slip my sweatshirt over my head.

“Now, the bra,” Ray immediately demands.

My hands shake as I do what I’m told. Reaching behind my back, I unclasp the straps. Then, with one final deep breath, I let the lingerie fall to the steamy floor.

“Happy?” I hear myself croak. I’m unable to lift my eyes from my feet to look at the man I can feel leering over me. But his dark gaze burn deep holes into my cheeks, and I can feel them flush pink as I await my master’s answer.

“Yes,” Ray says. “But not satisfied. Take off your pants.”

My breath is jittery as I slip my thumbs beneath my waist line and push. The leggings take a little more effort to strip out of than the sweater. My skin isn’t just sticky from stale beer now, after all. I’m also sweating.

Still, I manage to kick them aside. Before Ray can even ask, I slip off my panties as well. But that’s more for me than for him. I could feel how they were stained by my arousal. At least naked, all I have to do is clench my thighs together, and the wetness between my legs is hidden.

“What now?” I ask, eyes still peeled on the hazy floor. It feels so much better to be naked in this suffocating steam, but the intensity of being watched so closely while being so vulnerable makes me unsure of myself.

Do I like this or hate it?

Clearly, my body is reacting like it’s in love. The arousal is impossible to hide from my pitched nipples. My pussy is slick. My teeth are digging into my bottom lip.

But my mind is holding out.

Or maybe it’s just still lost in the hangover I woke up with.