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Lucas
Iam having so much fun right now, and I haven’t even sampled the goods. Ella is an amusing plaything. She reacts to just about every word out of my mouth with horror and indignation. Then there’s the naughty part of her I love. The fact she wants me so badly she hates herself and that one move from me would get everything I want and she would hate herself almost immediately afterward. I’m loving this game and I’m keen to carry on playing it, so I point toward the bathroom. “Shower - now.”
To my surprise, she quickly turns and heads that way and I’m guessing she thinks I’ll wait—I won’t.
As I follow her inside, she has two hands on the hem of the t-shirt and says in shock, “What are you doing?”
“Showering.”
“But…”
“With you.”
She looks at me in horror and I shrug. “Doctor’s orders in case you pass out again. I mean, that blow to your head could affect you at any moment. I don’t want you to die on me, I mean, just imagine the bad press, so this is how it must be. Sorry for the inconvenience but well, not sorry.”
She stares at me open-mouthed as I reach her and finish the job she started. Hauling the t-shirt off her like it’s nothing, she shrieks as I tuck her under one arm and carry her caveman style to the shower. As the warm jets spray over us from all directions, I set her down and grab the shower gel, rubbing it between my palms and soaping her body liberally. “What the…”
She is so shocked words fail her and I pay extra attention to the valley between her breasts, briefly wondering what she’d do if I put my dick there instead. Savoring the image, I spin her around and pull her tight against my body and allow my hands to roam over her skin, loving how good she feels on me.
I nip her neck gently and despite every part of her that is trying to resist, she shivers against me and a small moan escapes. My cock aches so hard as I push against her and she whispers, “That feels so good.”
I allow myself a small moment of triumph as I bend my lips to graze against her neck and love the delicious tremor her body creates in mine. The steam from the shower heightens my senses and I briefly consider finishing the job right here. It wouldn’t take much; I’m guessing she’s ready and willing, but where’s the fun in that?
So, I spin her around and say roughly, “Soap me.”
Her eyes widen and I fix her with a dark look and hand her the shower gel. Squeezing it into her palm and smirking like the cocky bastard I am.
“All of it.”
Her hands shake as she starts to work the gel into my body and as she reaches lower, I growl, “On your knees.”
My cock is dancing like a river dancer right now as it begs for release. Her face is inches from it, and I wonder what she’d do if I told her to suck. That image is looking good right now, but she is a wicked woman because she turns the tables on me and cups my balls, saying huskily, “Stand still.”
I feel her gently rolling them in her hands and resist the urge to groan out loud as she takes her time, tormenting me and seeing how far I’ll go before I break.
Then she rubs the lather against my shaft, slowly, provocatively, with long hard strokes.
This is not turning out quite what I had in mind and make to pull away and she says firmly, “Don’t give what you can’t take. Man up and see this through.”
She laughs softly as I growl, “Be careful, this beast bites.”
“Then it’s a good job I have sharp claws to protect myself.”
She drags her nails against my shaft and I almost come on the spot. Fuck me, that feels so good and she doesn’t let up because I feel her hot breath against my cock as her lips hover dangerously close. One move and she could take me inside and there is absolutely nothing I can do about that and so I become the mouse to a very sexy copycat.
I try to focus on spreadsheets, coins, even Ryder fucking King and his bunch of bastards, anything to distract me from what I want so badly right now. I refuse to let her humiliate me in my own shower, so I pull her up and push her hard against the shower wall, my hand on her throat and one hand deep between her legs. She starts to pant, more with excitement than anything, and I growl, “That’s enough. I haven’t forgotten I owe you one punishment, if not two, don’t add a third to the list.”
“Seriously.”
Her eyes are wide and I smirk. “I’m always serious because I get my kicks from control, haven’t you figured that out yet? Play with the devil and he ruins your soul, you have been warned. Just so you know, I play hard and I doubt you will keep up, so do as your told and spare yourself the image of me when I am seriously pissed off.”
Grinding my mouth to hers, I unleash all my pent-up frustration into that kiss. I’m not careful. I’m not gentle and if her lips are bruised and swollen after this, all the better. I want to push my little flower to extremes because I’m guessing it would be worth the effort. For now, though, I will enjoy playing with her in the only way I know how. This should be quite an interesting day.
* * *
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
I stare at her in disbelief as she heads into the living area. After the shower, I told her to go and get dressed and I’d meet her at breakfast. Tom has pulled out all the stops this morning and as I settle on my chair by the window and grab a much-needed mug of coffee, I’m astonished when she heads inside the room wearing something Dolly Parton must have designed.
