I knew I’d hurt her making her reap me, but seeing that on her face is a deeper level of anguish than I anticipated.
My throat aches and a coldness settles against my bones.
I open the shower door and invite her inside.She deposits the pile of toys on the floor, bringing one inside and chucking it at my feet.
She leans her hands on the wall behind me, trapping me.
Every movement, every beat, every turn, she makes my heart race a little harder.I don’t know what’s coming, other than pain and pleasure.I am at her mercy.The anticipation and not knowing is a drug, a messy mix of lust and fear and potential.
The water pounds her shoulders until she tilts her head up and lets it drown her hair and flow down her cheeks.I thread my hand through her short locks and tug her to me.We kiss slow and steady, the water drowning me one second and her the next.
Her hands find my breasts and lather the remaining soap until my nipples are peaked buds begging to be bitten.
I tug her mouth off mine and guide her to my nipples.
“You’re not trying to top me when you’re about to be punished, are you, Lucy?”She hums.
“Never.”A grin spreads over my face and my tongue skitters over my lips.
That’s exactly what I was doing, a little hint of brat showing.
She snaps, losing her self-control, and sucks one of my nipples into her mouth.I moan and arch against her, begging for more.She sucks my peak between her teeth and runs her tongue along the flesh.
“Oh gods,” I moan.
She applies a little pressure with her teeth as her fingers find their way between my thighs, shucking them apart.
She peppers kisses down my stomach and over my hips.Always kissing, but never quite in the place I need.
“Please,” I whimper.
She hums a satisfied sound against my pussy, but rather than give me what I want, she lathers up her hands and slides them between my legs.
She washes my cunt, sliding her fingers between my folds and then into the crooks of my hips and legs.Slowly she slides back, back, back until her fingers reach my arsehole.I squeal as she rubs and lathers my ring of muscle and up into the valley of my cheeks.It’s so alien; no one else has ever washed the most intimate parts of me.
My nipples tighten even more.I didn’t think I’d like her doing it, but I find myself spinning and tilting my hips, giving her better access to my rear.
She spreads my cheeks wide enough it feels obscene.I gasp as I lose balance and end up leaning against the tiles.
The shower trickles between my cheeks and over my ring, cleansing the soap away.
Her warm, wet tongue lands on my hole, licking and lapping at the wrong entrance.
“Oh fuck, oh gods,” I moan as tingles of pleasure ripple out from where she ravishes me.
Her tongue pokes, pushing against the tight muscle.One hand leaves my cheek and a second later lands hard on my flesh.
I shriek as a hot wave erupts over my backside, the water making the slap sting far more than it would out of the shower.
I crane around to glance at Midnight.She smiles a dark, vicious little grin, and it makes my legs tremble for what’s to come.Knowing that no matter what, she won’t stop until she’s ripped everything she needs from me.It’s the ultimate relinquishing of control.My mind short-circuits as I realise just how vulnerable I am.Wetness slicks my thighs.
“What do you want?Use your words.”
“Punish me, Daddy.”
“Beg for it,” she says, her eyes dark as feral dreams and lingering nights.She runs her tongue along her teeth, and I know this is going to be one hell of an evening.
“Please…” I breathe.
