Page 93 of Sinful Lord

At the very least, it will make good jerk-off material.

“That should do it,” I huff, wiping my hands clean of the task.

Behind me, I can hear the shower still running through the half closed ensuite door. Checking my phone, I note that it’s been almost an hour since I left Melina to her own devices.

“What are you up to, little dove?” I mumble, a rattle of concern leading my gaze towards the forbidden room. Steam has started to seep out into bedroom.

Surprisingly, my mind doesn’t immediately wonder to the naughtiest explanation. Instead, I just feel a deep need to make sure she’s alright.

“I’m coming in, princess,” I warn, slowly pushing the door open.

When I don’t get a response, I speed up. My steady pulse quickens as I work my way through the steam.

But then I see Melina’s fleshy outline through the frosted shower walls, and a sigh of relief blows the steam from my face.

That relief is quickly followed by something far more primal. Because even if I can only see her blurry figure, it’s clear to me what Melina is doing.

The naughty girl is touching herself.

Is she thinking of me?

She better be. And if she’s not, I’ll change that soon enough.

I hardly even hesitate. A man like me can only control himself so much. Ripping off all my clothes, I move through the misty bathroom and gently knock on the frosted glass.

At first, Melina doesn’t seem to hear me. Through the clear slits of glass that border the frost, I can see that her eyes are closed. She’s leaning against the marble wall, hand between her legs, flat stomach gently heaving as she remembers some dirty dream or another.

“Having fun?” I ask, giving the glass a harder knock.

That tears Melina from her fantasy. Those stunning hazel eyes bulge wide with surprise as she catches my teasing gaze.

“Tytus!” she gasps.

“Expecting someone else?”

When Melina’s gaze drifts down to my body, I can tell that her shock isn’t from my appearance, but rather from how I’ve appeared.

Butt naked.

“I… you… sorry,” she flushes. “Have I been in here too long?”

“No,” I shake my head. “Not nearly long enough. Mind if I join you?”

Those wide eyes somehow grow wider. The way I’m positioned, Melina must not have a clear view of my body. The frosted glass clearly reveals that I’m naked, but if she wants a more detailed view, she’s going to have to let me in.

I can see her struggling with her own desires, so I decide to help push her in the right direction.

“I promise I don’t bite,” I smile, inching open the glass. “But if your hand is getting tired, my tongue can be used as a replacement.”

It’s only then that Melina seems to remember she’s touching herself. Her thin fingers jolt out from between her glistening thighs.

“I… I wasn’t… it’s not… showers are just my safe place,” she sheepishly stumbles.

I step through the door and her eyes are immediately on the ceiling, like she can’t bear to see the entirety of me.

So innocent. So naïve.

It’s almost a shame I’m going to have to ruin that.