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My heart aches.
Before I can make another movement, he takes my arm and helps me to my feet. My gaze catches the mirror behind him, and I take in the sight of his muscular back and firm butt. I softly sigh.
Watching as he steps into the incredibly large walk-in shower, he turns on the water. Steam fills the space around us. Once he meets my uncertain gaze, he motions with his hand for me to join him. After entering the shower, I can’t help but watch his backside as he stands under the water.
Suddenly, he turns to face me. My body tenses as he moves me beneath the showerhead. Taking in the sensational feeling of the warmth, goosebumps rise on my skin from the mixture of the hot water and cold air.
Without any warning, I feel his body press against my back. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me close as his hands cup my breasts. This is the first time I’ve showered with a man. This realization leaves me shaking. My stomach quivers with a longing desire.
I can’t fight it.
“Do you want me?” he grits out.
I can’t deny it as my body betrays me. “Yes, Master.”
He massages my breasts, twirling his fingers around my puckered nipples. A soft moan escapes me. His other hand caresses me, trailing down my belly until he presses his fingers through my folds.
I’m on fire against him as his lips find my neck, sucking gently on my skin. I bite my lip between my teeth, trying desperately to silence myself as he rubs my clit in slow, torturous circles.
Jaxon dips his finger inside me, and my back arches. He adds in another, curling them, gently stroking my walls. My breathing quickens as he thrusts harder, his thumb rubbing my clit at the same time.
“Please,” I whimper, moving my hips to match his pace.
“Please, what, Sasha?”
“Please, fuck me.”
He withdraws his fingers from my wetness. “Lean forward and stick that incredible ass of yours out for me.”
I press my palms against the wall of the shower.
“Good girl,” he bites out, smacking my ass. “I want to spank you raw.”
“Do it,” I encourage him, begging for the slightest bit of pain. “Please, Master.”
“You want me to spank you?”
“Yes, Master.”
Smack. My skin stings, suddenly feeling hot.Smack. The burning takes me by surprise, lingering. Not easing.Smack. My flesh must be red, as he moves to a new spot each time, minutes passing by as pain unexpectedly engulfs me. There it is. The pain I’ve been searching for, yearning for.Smack. Harder, much harder. Intensity overwhelms me, as tears threaten the corners of my eyes. So much force. So much pressure.Smack.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he growls, over my whimpers.
He enters me in one fast, smooth motion. Thrusting hard, pounding into me. This time, it’s different.
It’s forceful, emotionless. Rough. Although that’s what makes this more satisfying, the mere fact that there are no longer any emotions attached.
It matches me perfectly, since now, I feel empty.
His grip on my hips tightens. Time passes by until my climax is rapidly approaching me, and I’m pushed closer and closer.
His strokes are quick, deep, brutally possessive. My legs begin to tremble, my knees grow weak as I try not to slip.
Suddenly, I’m right on the brink of the edge.
“Not yet,” he commands, almost reading my thoughts.
He turns me around and sits on the bench of the shower, and pulls me onto his lap.
