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I obeyed. I didn’t even hesitate. His voice etched its instructions on my mind and my limbs automatically did as he asked. I spread my fingers wide, pressing them onto the cold, smooth surface, and faced the glass with mounting trepidation.
“Legs apart.”
I slid my feet across the shower trap.
“Wider, and stick your bottom out.”
Oh my, my legs stood nearly two feet apart and I jutted my pelvis toward him, bending slightly. He started with my ass, alternating between kneading firmly and stroking. I pictured the same white foam covering my globes. I purred at the image—sexy girl with her pussy alive and keenly awaiting his arrival. What a great feeling, to be attractive to another and desired.
My stance had spread my butt cheeks, parting them and opening up my pussy. The vulnerability intensified into a perversely delightful outcome. He could do what he wanted with me trapped in the corner of a shower cubicle and with no escape route. The idea didn’t scare me—it thrilled me. Another rush of adrenaline shot across my belly.
He traced a finger down my crack, circling my anus I jumped up on tiptoes and squirmed. Stefan chuckled. “So tempting, this hole.”
He poked the tip of his finger in briefly, rimming me sufficiently to make me tense up. I pressed my hot body against the icy glass. A cheek, my breasts and palms all sought out a cool, calming respite.
He withdrew and squirted more gel on his hands. “Now, turn around slowly. Hands still above your head and legs wide.”
I shuffled around, catching a glance of his fully erect cock, a mammoth creation beckoning to me. My eyes must have widened or some other expression of amazement crossed my face, because Stefan grinned from ear to ear.
“You can feed on me soon, Mausi. Patience.”
Feed on him? Dear God, I wanted to devour him.
I squeezed my eyes shut, dismissing the vision of temptation, and waited for him to perform his lathering act once again. He began with my mound, rotating his fingers before heading south. Around my sex lips, he traveled, pinching my folds as he went. He rubbed up and down, fingering my slit. I gyrated my hips, struggling to keep in position, and the temptation to snap my legs together grew stronger. His other hand gripped my waist, holding me in place.
The soapy layer buffering us had turned my vulva into a supersensitive arena of tissue. I felt smooth, buttery—I struggled to describe the sensation he created. The way his roving hand slid about added to the effect.
My clitoris held out. Somehow, I dug down and fought back the sensation of imminent orgasm. Stefan was the master of edging, keeping me on the brink of a stupendous climax. Just as I thought I could no longer hold back, he removed his hand.
I staggered on wobbly legs.
“Time for a rinse,” he murmured.
I lifted my head expectantly toward the monsoon showerhead, waiting for the spray to erupt.
Stefan chuckled. “I think, Mausi, you’ve forgotten this is a punishment fuck.”
I went rigid, snapping my body to attention. He unhooked the smaller showerhead, which delivered a high-pressure flow of water. He twisted a knob, redirecting the water supply, and pointed the head at the plughole.
I breathed a sigh of relief as the water came out in a wide spray, not exactly a pressure washer. He aimed the head just above my breasts and rinsed off the suds.
“Nice?” he asked.
“Mmm. Lovely.” The temperature was perfectly judged and my chest glowed with the heat. He trailed the water about my shoulders and down my belly. Nothing harsh about his actions. If anything they tickled and soothed—how exactly was this a punishment?
He twizzled his finger in the air, indicating that I should spin again, and I eagerly did, leaning against the glass. However, no water landed on my back. I glanced over my shoulder and watched as he rotated the head of the shower, turning it slowly. Each little notch of movement altered the nature of the spray. It went from wide angle with a low pressure to a tighter angle. The water shot out under high pressure, forming a spout, which bounced off the wall by my head, splashing back into my face.
My eyes widened. “Stefan—”
“Mausi,” he warned. “A dirty girl needs to be meticulously cleaned out.”
I screwed my eyes shut and flattened my chest against the glass, crushing my breasts. No escape. What had been an exciting sensation morphed into exhilaration. Was there no depths to the man’s depravity?
The jet hit my back between my shoulder blades. It actually felt brilliant. He created this deep massaging effect as he rotated it over my upper back. I rested my head on an arm, enjoying the pulverizing motion and the way it pummeled my tense muscles. It reminded me of a thunderstorm and torrential rain. How each droplet hits the skin hard, almost like hailstones. It bordered on the painful, but was bearable.
“Now, bend a little, take your fingers and spread those arse cheeks.”
“Please, Stefan. Be gentle with your little mouse,” I implored.
