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“This will feel good, too,” he promised, turning my body perpendicular to the camera. “Kneel on the seat, there. In front of the jet.”
I made an outraged noise. “How did you know about the jets? That’s a clit-owner’s thing.”
“Everyone knows about the jets, Sophie,” he admonished. “Now...lean over...”
I straddled the powerful stream of water and positioned myself as he instructed, pillowing my hands on my arms. I wasn’t exactly going to get a lot of water action; the backward angle of the seat interfered. My breasts dipped in the water, my ass tilted up perfectly for him to brush the wide tip of his cock over my opening. He grabbed the lube and pumped it into his hands, then stroked it over his erection.
“Are you going to play with yourself or are you going to play with me?” I demanded, giving my butt a little wiggle.
“You wanted to have bathtub sex,” He reminded me. “That requires extra preparation.”
I caught my bottom lip between my teeth and giggled in anticipation.
He teased my opening with the head of his cock, slicking it up and down my folds far longer than it should have taken to find the mark. I tried to push back on him, and he withdrew.
“You’re so impatient. How do you ever manage to sub for us?” he asked. Then, he pushed inside, deep, and I arched my back, moaning in relief.
“That...mmm. I will never get tired of that,” he murmured, leaning down to rest his forehead against my shoulder. “How you squeeze me so tightly when I first get inside...like you never want me to pull out again.”
“That’s because I don’t,” I said with a breathless laugh. “Oh my god, you’re so hard.”
He pulled back, all the way out until just the very tip rested at my opening. Then, painfully slow, he slid all the way back in. He placed one knee on the seat, between mine, and gently repositioned my hips. “Lower. Like that...just a bit...”
The water from the jet hit my clit perfectly. I gasped in surprise.
“Stay there.” He flexed inside me. “Stay there until I say you’re finished coming.”
You could take the Dom out of the scene, but you couldn’t take the scene out of the Dom. But I wasn’t going to complain. I loved getting off with water. The tales that our detachable shower heads could tell...
But it also never took long, so I was on the edge before I knew it. Out of habit, I held myself back and cried, “Please, may I come?”
“Of course you can. Come for me, Sophie.”
It took only those words to unleash a torrent of pleasure so overwhelming that I slapped the edge of the tub and screamed, “Oh, fuck!”
He hadn’t moved. He stayed buried in me while I twisted and writhed. “Do it again.”
“I...I...” I didn’t have a choice, was what I wanted to tell him. But he already knew that. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”
“I know you are,” he whispered in my ear. “I can feel it. I can feel your pussy fluttering all around me.”
His voice wouldn’t be heard on the recording, but it would be seared into my memory every time I watched the video. He held my hips and moved me slowly, never letting me escape the powerful stream from the jet. It didn’t matter that we would show this to Neil, later. We’d officially gone past the point of exhibitionism and into our own world, lost in each other.
“I want you to come again,” El-Mudad purred against my ear, one hand wrapping around my throat. “I want you to come until you can’t stand it anymore. I want it to become agony for you. Agony that you crave, even while your body pleads for you to stop. Will you do that for me, Sophie? Will you let me feel that?”
“Yes!” I cried, my fingers cramping from how tightly I held the edge of the tub. The next orgasm took a little longer, but the slow strokes of his cock made me feel every millimeter of my cunt.
“How many, Sophie?” he asked. “How many can you stand?”
Again, I was too used to being his sub. “As many as you want! Oh, god!”
My thighs quaked as a fourth orgasm tensed all my muscles painfully. I instinctively jerked my hips back, but he forced me into the path of that wicked water again. My clit throbbed worse than it had under the onslaught of slaps I’d received. My pussy spasmed and twitched around his impossibly hard shaft.
“I have to fuck you.” His voice broke, and his control shattered. He drove deep, pushing me forward. “Please, can I fuck you hard?”
“Yes!” I nearly shouted, even though it required him to lift me away from the jet.
He gripped my hips again and growled, “Hang on.”
Holy shit, he wasn’t kidding. He pounded into me fast, battering my pussy with his cock and stealing my breath away. My chin bumped the edge of the tub, and he grabbed my hair to pull my head up so it wouldn’t happen again.
