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Shock lanced my desire when she used her free hand to cup my balls, feeling their weight as she explored me further.
A filthy exclamation slipped from my tongue before I could hold it back.
The corners of her lips curved in a sly smile. I’d given too much away in that moment. She knew my control was cracking beneath her inexperienced hand.
“Naughty gatita,” I rebuked, fisting her wet hair around my hand. “Very naughty.”
She squeezed my shaft, and I cursed again. My fingers tightened in her hair, but her smile ticked up in smug satisfaction.
“Make me come, sirenita.” I issued the command in a vain attempt to cling to my power over her. The way my hips pumped toward her betrayed the true shifting power dynamic between us, but I couldn’t stop myself.
I came on a rough shout, transfixed by the sight of my cum lashing at her belly, marking her before the streaming water washed it away. As I finished, I pressed my body against hers, pushing her back against the tiled wall and bracing my hands at either side of her head. My muscles felt oddly weak in the wake of my climax, and I blinked hard to clear the stars from my vision.
She continued stroking me, to the point of discomfort.
“That’s enough.” I should have been ashamed of the shudder that raced through my shoulders and down my arms, but I was too sated to care. I’d never experienced release that intense, and she’d only used her hands. I supposed the torment of denying myself while I played with her and made her come for the first time had pent up my lust more than I’d expected.
Whatever the reason, she looked far too pleased with herself. I wanted to fuck the sly smile right off her face, but that lesson in humility could come later.
For now, there were other ways to humiliate her and remind her of who was really in charge.
I didn’t bother to hide the menace from my sharp grin. “Time for your reward, gatita.”
“What?” she asked, her smile slipping.
“Good girls get positive reinforcement.” I stroked her cheek to communicate my pleasure with her, but I didn’t soften the cruel intent from my expression. “Remember, my pet?” I leaned in, so I could whisper in her ear. “Your Master is training you to please him. You did very well. You’ve earned a reward.”
“No.” Her denial shook slightly.
Satisfaction unfurled in my chest in response to the fresh fear in her eyes. She might be defiant, but it wouldn’t be difficult to subdue her. My mouth watered at the prospect.
“You don’t get to refuse, pet.”
“I’m not your pet.” An hour ago, she would have snapped the words. Now, they were a whispered, weak protest.
“Aren’t you? You wanted to act like a naughty gatita. You will be tamed, Samantha.”
“I won’t.” I doubted she could hear the perverted desire in her breathy refusal. She really did find arousal in her trepidation when I threatened her with erotic torment.
“Your little pussy wouldn’t get so wet for me if you didn’t want this,” I countered smoothly. “You wouldn’t have come so hard while you were bound and at my mercy.”
“That’s so fucked up. You’re—”
I clamped my hand over her lips, smothering the dirty words before more could spill from her pure lips. This was a particular bad habit I was keen to discipline out of her.
“We’re going to have to work on that tongue of yours. I have a pretty gag that I think will suit you well until you can learn to mind your language when you speak to me.”
Her long, ginger lashes flew wide, and she tried to shake her head in denial. I firmed my fingers on her face to still the sign of refus
al.
“Hush now, gatita. It’s time for your reward.”
Just like a naughty kitten, she clawed at my forearm, struggling to free her mouth. I barely felt the sting of her nails on my flesh, but the aggressive action elicited a growl from my chest.
I released her lips so I could grab her shoulders and spin her away from me. I pressed my weight into her back, forcing her breasts against the cool tiles. She yelped and tried to push back, her hands slipping uselessly against the slick wall.
The shocked sound stopped abruptly when I wrapped my hand around her throat, applying pressure to her windpipe. I allowed her just enough space to draw in shallow breaths, but in her panic, her throat contracted beneath my hold.
