Chuckling, he nodded toward the conditioner. “You can use the conditioner but only on your head. The big one.”
Shoot.
“Um, I don’t use it every time, so I should just scrub the rest of me.” Conditioner was better than shampoo.
But I didn’t think testing my control would be a smart decision at this point.
“I think that’s a good idea.” Nodding like I’d been a good boy, he lifted his chin slightly. “Rinse your hair and then you can grab the bodywash.”
Start at the head and then work my way down.
No lube.
No orgasms.
“You’re going to use your hands because I want to watch you touch yourself, but don’t forget, you’ve asked me to fuck you, so you don’t get to come yet.” Rohan said it so matter-of-factly that it took my brain a second to register why my dick was begging to orgasm again.
I didn’t get to come.
Rohan wanted to watch me touch myself.
Oh, I wouldn’t get to come.
Shit.
Doing my best to ignore his wicked smirk, I reached for the bodywash and poured some into my hand as I told myself I could behave. Repeating over and over that I wasn’t going to jerk off and I wasn’t going to orgasm, I focused on each body part and started with my arms.
Good there.
No temptation.
My chest was harder because there was definitely temptation.
My nipples.
Master had teased them earlier but only enough to have them be slightly achy and not enough to make me want to avoid them. That would’ve made things a lot easier. I could’ve just cleaned them and moved lower. It was what I should’ve done.
Wash.
Move on.
Scrub lower.
But they felt so good and I wanted to be thorough...and Master wanted to watch me.
That naughty phrase kept bubbling over and over in my head as I slowly ran my fingers over my nipples and thought about how good it’d felt when he’d pinched them. I moaned as I gave them a little tug, but I didn’t get distracted.
Master’s low warning sound said he might not have seen it the same way, though. So I knew I had to make sure he realized I was still being good. “I’m not going to come and I kept my eyes open.”
What else?
“I’m getting clean and thinking of you and you’re getting to watch me.” Yes, those were all good things and I couldn’t be punished for following the rules. “Being fucked is much more important to me than just orgasming in the shower. I’m not going to forget that.”
Nope.
I was going to keep that right at the front of my mind.
“Show me you mean it.” Something about his voice went deeper and felt more controlling. “Lean back against the wall and give me a good show as you clean your dick.”
