“Between those gorgeous breasts.”
I trail my fingers along the path he’s painting for me.
“Down. Down.” My thighs clench as I touch my belly button. “Then lick my way up to your tits.”
I sag against the wall as I cup my breast and pinch my nipple. I half-expect Richard to order me to stop touching myself, but he just watches me, his arms crossed, his eyes hooded, his cock straining against his trousers.
“If you were a good girl,” he says thickly, “I’d be down on my knees with your legs on my shoulders.”
I slip my other hand between my thighs.
“Wash yourself well, my queen, and spread your legs for me.”
Whimpering, I do as he says. My blood runs hot. My skin grows flush. My soap-free fingers rub all around the outside of my pussy before diving in. My other thumb flicks suds across my nipple.
His nostrils flare as he watches me.
I rock my hips off the wall, chasing the pleasure of my fingers. But they’re not as good as he is. I want him in here.
“I’ll be a good girl,” I say. “Just please come join me.”
“Wash the rest of your front, then turn around for me.”
I quickly run my hands down myself before spinning against the wall. Leaning against it, breathing heavily, I cup my ass with both hands. I hiss in a breath at the sting of my bruises.
“Spread your legs for me.”
“I need help washing my back,” I say.
“Spread them.”
With a little moan, I shuffle my legs apart.
“Do you know how much I want to be in there with you? How desperate I am to bury my face in that perfect ass of yours?”
“You can.”
“I can’t, and tell me why.”
I whimper. “Please.”
“Tell me.”
“Because I’m a bad girl.” I shudder. “And bad girls don’t get to come.”
“No, they don’t. Now finish washing yourself, my queen, then come here.”
I grudgingly do as he says. It’s only when I turn the tap off that I realise I could’ve defied him and then he would’ve had to come into the shower to stop me. I eye the knob…
“Go ahead and do it if you want, my queen.” His voice is low and full of promise.
Jumping, I scurry out of the shower. He wraps me up in a fresh towel. As he towers above me, my toes curl. My lips part as he bends down to –
He stops a hair’s breadth away from me. I rock forwards; he moves back. My thighs clench on a shudder.
“Do you know how much I love making you come? How much those noises you make as you get close bring me to my knees? The colour your cheeks flush –” His hand trails down the towel, so light, I can’t feel it. Can only see it, and I whimper over its absence. “The way you look at me before you can’t keep your eyes open any more. The way your hips lift up to meet mine, begging me, weakening me, making me feel so fuckingferal.Fuck,my queen.” He groans as he steps back. His chest rises and falls rapidly, but he keeps his control bound as tightly as I want him to tie me up.
“Know that every day I deny you,” he says huskily, “I amsuffering.” His eyes roam down my body, and even the thick towel feels paper thin. “Even when I come on that perfect body of yours, know that I am aching with the need to fuck you properly. To watch you fall apart in my arms. I want to taste you.” He licks his lips before rolling the bottom one in-between his teeth.
