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“Why?” I shook my head. “I’m still not doing that and I need a shower, and now I need new clothes.” Unless he wanted me to parade around with holes there. But, I guess he did.
“A shower it is. I have to cane you first though.”
Crap. He hadn’t forgotten? I wanted to stay where I was. Twenty-one was too many by far.
But he unstrapped me. Once I’d climbed down on shaky limbs he linked my wrist cuffs at my back and forced me to my knees, then pushed my head down.
He hissed. “The sight of you there, waiting, is dick-hardening. Twenty-one.”
Twenty-one it was. I flinched as each hit burned across me. Not as intense as before, nowhere near it, but enough to make me sob and catch my breath in little gasps. I couldn’t lift my forehead from the floor for a few precious seconds.
On the march to the shower, he stopped to feel between my legs. With one hand anchored on my shoulder, and forcing me to bow down, he sent his other hand cruising along my slit. Tingles erupted into my body. I was so wet I could hear the slick sound. My lower lips were extremely swollen – a natural landing strip for cock, or his fingers.
I shuddered and gave in. So unexpected. I hadn’t thought he’d do this. Though his fingers stayed outside of me and fire still possessed my rear end, with all the wax and the massages and with my skin naked in just those naughty places, I’d become excruciatingly sensitive. He pulled his fingers back along my slit, brushed gently over my clit, then waited with his other hand still on my shoulder.
I could have screamed with frustration. I was bent over, hands still cuffed at my back, and sucking in breaths though my teeth. My lower body and my bared nipples throbbed with every heartbeat.
“Ready to show me?”
“No.” I straightened. “I told you that. I can’t.”
Klaus nodded. “Okay.” Then he recommenced our march.
At the upstairs bathroom he pulled me into the room and got the shower on, then pushed me under the water with my clothes on. He unlinked the wrist cuffs. I’d had the shower redone, tiled beautifully, and it was large enough for two. My ass stung briefly but oh my God it was good. The water sluiced away all the dirtiness, all the craziness of the past few hours. Eyes closed, I reached to undo the front zip.
“No,” he growled.
I cracked open my eyelids.
The man had gotten naked and he stepped in with a very nice erection pointing my way.
I grinned. This was more like it.
“No,” he repeated. “Don’t touch anything. Don’t speak. Do not take your clothes off.” Then he crowded me with his muscled body until I was pressed up against the tiles with his cock poking into my stomach. The water poured down us both.
I couldn’t help moving against him. Inside me, now, I wanted to demand. I groaned. I couldn’t say that. The cane kept me silent.
“Good. Quiet is good. Stop humping me.”
I stopped, held my breath while we locked eyes.
While he pinned me there, he shoved his hand to my throat and jammed me into the wall even more. I could breathe but couldn’t move. With his power demonstrated in every movement, and in every word, he leaned in until his warm breath brushed my ear. “Now you will make yourself come. Now. Not in one minute or one hour or tomorrow. Now. Put your hand between your legs.” He gave my neck a shake.
Crap. I was stunned. Before this, he’d beaten me, given orders, done all sorts of things that had aroused me, but this… this had tipped me into some new land where Klaus was more than a man, something far more. This was not some role-player, this was him, his desires, and his sole aim was to master me. My willpower crumbled beneath his iron-hard stare.
Shaking, I moved my arm. He gave me some distance though his hand stayed at my throat. I squeezed my trembling hand between his stomach and mine, the back of my hand grazing his cock. I slid my hand farther until my fingers reached my clit. That first gentle touch made me exhale sharply. I circled my clit, made it move, and I stirred to life that familiar tide. The pressure that had been building all night slammed back.
“Keep going. Get yourself off. You were so wet down there in the living room. I could have slid inside your cunt in an instant. But I’m waiting. You want me in you?”
God yes. I swallowed, then I nodded the smallest amount.
“Stick one of your fingers up there. Fuck your cunt for five strokes.”
I did. I shifted aside the remains of the catsuit where it had jammed up into my pussy. I moaned and panted and pushed my body into each stroke of my finger. The rhythm of an impending climax settled in fast. And he watched. Eyes on mine, on my face, though sometimes he glanced down at what my hand did, and always he held my throat. It was that, I think. Him taking me as his. Him telling me what to do. Hot. Sexually demanding. I pressed at my clit and fucked myself, got myself higher and higher, until the thump in my temples and my groin erupted into the mind-blowing feeling of a full-on orgasm. He put his hand on mine as I arched myself out from the wall and cried in pleasure.
I opened my eyes. His hand was down there still, stopping me from pulling away.
“Yes. You did it for me. Just like I wanted and it was beautiful.” Then he bowed his head and kissed me, crushing my mouth. My head thumped into the tiles. I gasped as he forced his tongue inside. My thighs trembled.
“Stay. Stay there.”
With no other warning he put his hands under my butt and lifted me up enough so he could slide his cock in. That first probe as the head of his cock found my entrance made my eyes roll back. Rapture poured through me. I was wet like he’d said. Nothing stopped the pump and exquisite glide of his cock. Water poured over us, drowning my whimpers when too forceful a thrust battered my hurt flesh into the wall. My pussy clamped onto him and he hammered in, again, again. I put my hands on the muscles of his shoulders and hung on. I was a woman swept by a storm. Every thrust sank home to the last inch, stretched my inner walls, and slid my back up the tiles. Each stroke wrenched a cry from me.
When he came the warm swell of his cum triggered another ripple of pleasure. I groaned loudly, and slumped, held there only by his body. Used and tired, and everywhere on me either hurt or thrummed with pleasure.
He hadn’t put on a condom. I guess he figured I was still on the pill. Maybe he’d seen the packets in my bag. I was on the pill. Luckily. Right then I didn’t care about the whys. All I cared about was my new appreciation of Klaus. Scary at times, yes. I had no inkling as to what he would do tomorrow, let alone in the next minute.
I fumbled to understand myself. Humble, overwhelmed, yet I also had a strange sense of belonging. The world was a frightening place and for once I had someone who saw me at my most basic, as who I truly was, and still wanted me.
