Page 47 of Taming Scarlet

“Good girl,” I said, snagging her chin between my thumb and forefinger for a moment, then watching her turn to walk away.

I went back into the kitchen, getting the espresso machine ready, knowing she would want one before she went out to get the coffee she really wanted.

Then I made my way into her bedroom.

I didn’t even need to open her bathroom door.

She left it mostly open, the steam from her shower drifting outward.

I moved inside, watching as her gaze shot over to me, her hands frozen, holding the sudsy luffa between them.

“Want some help, pet?” I asked, watching as her lips parted and her eyes went all hazy before she gave me a little nod. “No,” I said, shaking my head as I moved closer. “You have to say it.”

“Yes, sir,” she said automatically.

Again, I shook my head.

“Say what you want, Scarlet.”

“I want you to help me,” she said, voice so low I could barely hear it over the water slapping against the tile floor.

“Of course I will,” I said, flicking off my towel, then moving into the shower with her.

Her gaze immediately lowered as I towered over her.

“No,” I said, pressing her chin up with my thumb. “I want you to look at me unless you are kneeling,” I told her as I reached for the luffa.

She was practically trembling as I started to run the soapy luffa down one arm, then the other, before moving down her chest.

She was so fucking sensitive.

I couldn’t wait to show her all the ways I could make her fall apart.

For now, though, I was going to go ahead and enjoy the way she shivered and sighed as I washed her.

By the time I was done with all the tame places on her body, her thighs were shaking.

I know I wanted to wait.

But didn’t she deserve a little reward for being good? For taking her punishments without complaint?

Decision made, I reached downward, running the luffa between her thighs.

You’d have thought I’d fucking shocked her by the way her entire body jolted, by how hard she gasped.

A growl moved through me at her reaction.

“You need help with something else, pet?” I asked, hearing her ragged breathing.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“What do you want?” I asked, discarding the luffa, then pressing my fingers against her pussy. “This?”

“Yes,” she cried. “Sir,” she added as her hips rocked her pussy against my touch.

“You’re so wet for me already,” I said as my fingers moved up her cleft, finding her clit, and starting to circle it. “Feel how much your pussy wants me?” I asked as my thumb worked her clit, and I slid a finger inside of her, feeling her walls tighten around me. “You want more?” I asked, getting a desperate whimper from her in return.

I slid another finger inside of her, grinning a bit at the moan that escaped her.

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