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If her face wasn’t already flushed from the heat of the water, I was sure she would have blushed. She was beautiful, gorgeous, divine. Every part of her was breathtaking. I loved her eyes and her lips, I loved her hair, I loved her breasts, I loved the roundness of her stomach. Her thighs were thick and firm and I would gladly have given my life between them. I loved the moles on her arms and the freckles across her nose. She would give any goddess a run for her money. And she wanted me.
The tiles were cool as I leaned back against them, slick from the water and steam. “You lived here till you went to college, right?”
Daphne nodded, though I could see the confusion in her eyes. “I still stay here sometimes, though.”
“Then, have you masturbated in here?”
Her eyes went wide, shocked at the question. I didn’t speak again, waiting for her. After a moment she nodded. “I have.”
A delicious impulse made my fingers itch. I rose from the bench and stepped forward until our bodies pressed together. I heard Daphne’s breath catch as anticipation took hold, but she didn’t know what I had in mind.
I reached over her and pulled the shower head out of its stand. It head had multiple settings, and it wasn’t long before I found one I liked. “Daphne,” brought my face forward until our lips were only a hairsbreadth apart. “Spread your legs.”
She was like a doll in my hands. Daphne could barely keep herself upright, her arms wrapped around my neck the only thing keeping her from collapsing.
Every sound she made amplified against the tile walls until we were surrounded by her pleasure. I had selected a setting with medium pressure - enough to drive her crazy, but not enough to be painful. It was a delicate balance, but I had plenty of personal experience. The water had to be the right temperature - not too hot, not too cold (unless it was an intentional choice) - and it needed to stay focused on her clit, not dip too far down. Judging from the lust that filled her eyes, everything was as it needed to be.
“You’re so cute,” I purred, leaning in to lick drops of water from her lips. “Such a good girl.”
“More,” was all she managed, her voice hoarse and wanting.
I chuckled. “Don’t be greedy.” I nudged the control and weakened the flow of water, to which she immediately pouted. I brought my face forward until my lips were beside her ear. “Your body belongs to me now. I decide how it’s used.”
She didn’t speak, but her body answered for her. Her chest filled as she sucked in air, her nipples hard and taunt against my breasts.
I nibbled on her earlobe, thoroughly enjoying her reactions. “Am I understood?” Daphne nodded without hesitation. “Good.” I moved the shower head in a slow circle around her clit, teasing her even more. “This is my pussy, but as long as you behave I’ll take good care of her.”
“I’ll behave,” she whimpered.
My blood burned as it raced through my veins, heating me from within. I had fallen in love with the Daphne who was set to take over the company and was a force to be reckoned with. I loved how strong she was, how confident. I loved her dedication and perseverance. But the Daphne that stood before me now needed to be taken care of. She needed to be pampered and punished, worshipped and whipped. And I would do it all.
Without giving her warning I increased the pressure, sending the hard streams of water straight to her clit. She screamed as she came, violently, forcefully, wonderfully. Her legs gave out as she succumbed to her ecstasy and she sank to the tile floor. I followed her down until I was kneeling above her.
She wore a dazed expression as she came down from her high, but then she laughed, and the sound swelled my heart. She brought her hand up to rest on my cheek. “I never expected you to get so bossy during sex.” Her thumb drifted across my lower lip. “I must have trained you well.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “I learned from the best.”
I was wearing Daphne’s old pajamas, in Daphne’s bed, in Daphne’s childhood home. If this was a dream I was happy to sleep forever, but it wasn’t a dream. It was real and my cheeks hurt from smiling.
After we finished in the shower - i.e. Daphne pushed me down on the shower bench so she could eat me out before actually washing up - we collapsed on her bed in a fit of giggles and wet hair.
I wasn’t sure how long we had talked, but it was well into the night by the time we realized we had missed dinner. At that point we were too tired to care, so we just remained in each other’s arms.
There was a lot to talk about, and not all of it was pleasant, but we were open and honest.
It turned out that William Calloway had suggested more than once that Daphne give Donovan a chance, but she had never been interested. Donovan was expected to rise high in the company, so Daphne had been giving him extra attention and training. She hadn’t noticed his feelings towards her until the threesome because she had been too focused on the idea that he and I were somehow a thing. I reassured her a dozen times that I had absolutely no romantic or sexual attraction to him; that I was, in fact, a lesbian. A lesbian with possible dom tendencies that had been newly awakened, but a lesbian nonetheless.
She thought she was bi, and that she had been attracted to women before, though it took her a while to understand it. She had first become conscious of me a few years after I started working for her, and that was why she had been so open the first time I made a move on her. After that, she started to become confused until she finally realized she had feelings for me. It all become complicated with jealousy every time she saw Donovan and I interact.
Incidentally, that had been the reason she took him with her on her last trip. Not so they could spend time together, but so he was away from me. Her head had been all over the place and she had wanted some space from me but didn’t want to leave us alone in New York. She proved herself to be the most adult out of all of us on the trip and made her feelings clear to Donovan. She liked and respected him as a colleague and nothing that happened would jeopardize that, but she couldn’t return his affection. She said he had taken the news well, and that he might have already seen it coming.
And she was insistent they had never gone on a date. She swore that the one night they had left together had been to discuss an upcoming project they wanted Donovan to head. They had talked over dinner, then gone their separate ways.
For my part, I confessed that I had fallen for her almost as soon as I started working for her. It was almost embarrassing to admit, but it made her smile, so it was worth it.
We finally fell silent as sleep began to creep in. She moved to turn out the light but I interrupted her. “I’d never have expected your room to look like this. Your apartment is all dark and sleek, the opposite of this.”
She laid back against the pillow, smiling softly up at the ceiling. “My mom decorated it.”
