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He was going to stay and watch me.
For a minute, I stood still, unsure of myself. Did I want him to see me naked? Did I even really have a choice? With a sigh, I stared at the marble tile beneath my feet and realized that I really didn’t. There was little doubt in my mind that he would parade me around looking exactly like this if I didn’t obey him and take a shower and he’d probably find some way to make it even more mortifying for me in the end. It would just be easier to strip and shower with him watching. He’d already seen my bare bottom and everything in between my legs. What difference did it make if he saw my breasts too?
I reached for the buttons of my shirt and slowly undid them. His gaze was glued to me as I shrugged it off my shoulders, revealing my lacey pink bra underneath. I blushed deeply as I reached behind my back and unclipped it, stalling for a moment before I slid that off too. It took everything in me not to cover my breasts. They were fuller than I’d like, and I’d been teased for them many times in the past, but when I flicked my gaze toward him for a moment, I saw nothing but raw appreciation.
With a single glance, he made me feel beautiful.
I swallowed hard. I don’t know why I felt that way, and I ignored it as I reached around and unzipped my skirt. Fully naked now, I stood tall, trying to feel proud even with his cum still drying on my face. Unable to bear it any longer, I opened the door and walked inside the massive glassed-in balcony shower. I turned several handles and instantly, a soft warm spray rained down on me. I gasped as the water embraced me, feeling a series of goosebumps rise up and down my flesh.
I looked up into the rain shower and rinsed off my face. I must have stood under that spray for at least five minutes before I even moved a muscle. I lifted my hands to wipe the water out of my eyes, finding that I’d successfully cleaned him off my face. I’m not sure why, but an odd sense of disappointment followed that realization and I sighed, swallowing hard and trying to ignore that unfamiliar part of me. I heard a noise behind me, and I jerked my head back toward him. I had thought he was just going to watch me, but I saw that he was unbuttoning his shirt too. He laid it carefully on the counter and smirked at me devilishly.
His chest looked like it was carved out of rock. There were a few magazines that he’d posed for with his shirt unbuttoned a little bit of the way and I’d looked at those more than once, but seeing his full naked torso was something else entirely. He spent some serious time taking care of his body, both in the gym and in the kitchen and I took a few seconds to really admire the view.
I turned away and reached for a bottle of shampoo, but I couldn’t keep myself from glancing back from time to time to look at the seriously handsome man behind me. He caught me looking on several occasions and I could hardly contain my embarrassment at my wandering eyes. I stiffened when he joined me in the shower, but he moved to one side while I remained on the other. He didn’t reach out to touch me and that made my pussy pulse with want.
I looked out the window off of the balcony, trying to see if anyone was looking in the shower to see me beside the infamous Grayson Asher, but I saw no one. Before too much time passed, the windows started to steam up and I hoped that it would be enough to hide my nakedness if anyone happened to look up here.
I glanced back at him, and he caught me looking again, only this time I happened to glance straight down at his cock. It was hard again, and I gasped softly before tearing my eyes away and focusing back on washing my hair. I roughly massaged the shampoo into my scalp, making sure to clean it very thoroughly before I allowed myself to rinse. He moved by my side, and I glanced back at him, only to see him lazily dragging his fingers up and down the erect length of his cock.
How the hell was he already hard, again?
He squirted a bit of shampoo into his palm and started to wash his hair, but I still couldn’t look away from his thick cock. When I could finally manage, I washed my face with soap this time, making sure that not even a drop of his cum was left on my skin.
Why did I keep looking at him? Why couldn’t I just focus on myself?
My needy little clit pulsed. I did my best to ignore it, but the warm water on my skin was intoxicating and it did little to alleviate the raging desire within me. I needed release in a big way, but I wasn’t sure how I wanted it. I glanced back at his really hard and far too enormous cock, trying not to think about what it would feel like sinking deep into my pussy.
“Do you like what you see, my pretty bride?” he asked, and I whipped my head back into the shower spray, trying to hide the rampant flush that heated my cheeks and knowing that I probably hadn’t.
To be honest, I did like what I saw, but I wasn’t going to tell him. His head was already big enough. I focused on soaping up a loofah as he finished showering beside me, trying to do anything to keep my mind off of the iron spike between his legs that I desperately w
anted to make use of. After a few more minutes, I heard him move beside me. His finger brushed against my bottom, and I jumped a little, before biting back a cry at the tenderness of that touch.
“Your bottom is still bright red, little girl,” he murmured, and my pussy clenched down hard. “I can even see the marks from my belt,” he added while his fingers just barely danced across my wet naked skin. I shuddered hard as electricity sizzled through me from his touch.
I shouldn’t like that he spanked me. It shouldn’t be making me this aroused, but even in my denial, my clit throbbed hard almost as if it was calling for him to take me. I didn’t say it, but as he turned away and climbed out of the shower, there was a tiny zing of disappointment that he hadn’t touched me there, that he hadn’t made me orgasm for him.
“Be a good girl for me and enjoy the rest of your shower. You are not allowed to come,” he warned, and I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the heated water pouring over my face. I didn’t want him to know just how much I wanted to reach between my thighs and take care of that pesky desire myself.
The shower door closed behind him, and I managed to gather enough bravery to glance in his direction as he walked away so that I could get my first real look at the flawlessness of his ass.
Good God. It was magnificent.
It was round and so firm that I wanted to grab a handful of it myself. As if he knew what I was up to, he looked back and winked at me rather diabolically and just when I thought I couldn’t, I blushed all the harder.
Asshole. Cocky, arrogant, handsome, gloriously perfect, and far too fucking hot bastard.
He shouldn’t intrigue me. I should hate everything he stood for. I shouldn’t want to fuck him senseless. Something was seriously wrong with me.
Maybe I was broken.
I closed my eyes and ran my head under the warm rain of the shower, washing away the shampoo. I soaped up the loofah again and started scrubbing all over my body, trying to wash away the needy arousal beneath my skin and failing entirely. If anything, it only grew stronger and harder to fight. In an effort to calm myself, I picked up the razor set out for me and very carefully set out shaving my legs, pussy, and underarms. Once I finished, I felt more settled and focused and steady enough to stand on my own two feet.
I moved on and started conditioning my hair one section at a time. When I was through, I picked up a small bottle of coconut oil sugar scrub and smoothed it over my skin. I spent several minutes ensuring that my skin was soft and supple, paying attention to the few places that were prone to dryness.
I was stalling. I knew it. He probably knew it too.
I rinsed off, turning down the heat of the water just enough to make me gasp and shiver. When I was fully clean, I finally turned off the shower and stepped out, reaching for a towel off the nearby rack. It was warm, as if it had just come out of the dryer and I hummed happily as I dried off and wrapped it around my body.
