Page 123 of Falling for the Boss's Son

Jesse didn’t comment as he finished up and headed into the shower. He held out his hand toward her, and she took it, letting him lead her into the spray.

Turning her so her back was to the water, he wet her hair, then took a step back. He moved her out of the water and reached for the shampoo bottle.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands in her hair. He was careful around the tender spot on her head but made sure to remove any dried blood from the area.

He rinsed the suds from her hair before squeezing a large glob of conditioner into his hand. She could stand here all day if he continued to touch her like this, his fingers massaging her scalp.

Once the conditioner was on, he focused on washing her body, taking his time as he worked over her skin from head to toe. She was a ball of nerves by the time he was done. All she needed was a little pressure on her clit and she’d explode.

But he didn’t touch her there. Not like she wanted him to.

He used the detachable shower head to rinse between her legs, opening her folds so he could clean her, but it was all very clinical. The only attention her clit got was when the water hit it as he moved it over her skin. It wasn’t enough to do anything but tease her.

Jesse replaced the shower head and rinsed her hair before shifting her to the side and wetting his own hair. He lathered his head with shampoo, rinsed, then picked up the conditioner. She didn’t know what to do. “Would you like me to wash you, Sir?”

He rinsed his hair before answering her. “You can wash me after.”

“After?”

He reached behind her and tossed what looked like a garden mat onto the tile in front of him. “On your knees.”

Cassie looked down at the mat, then lowered herself onto it. She’d been wondering when her punishment would start. Although she wasn’t sure how sucking his cock would be viewed as punishment. She enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth. Loved hearing his breathy moans as she pleasured him.

His erection stood proud, pointing directly at her. She wasted no time circling her fingers around his base, opening her lips, and taking him inside.

Jesse put one hand at the base of her neck. He cupped her cheek with the other, careful to avoid her tender spots. His thumb grazed the side of her face as she bobbed her head, rubbing her tongue against his length.

Her clit was pulsing with need as she serviced him. She was so horny, she wanted to reach between her legs and relieve the pressure.

With her free hand, Cassie went to touch herself.

“No.” His grip tightened on her neck.

She froze.

“You are not allowed to touch yourself without my permission.”

Cassie balled her hand into a fist and pressed it against her leg. She began bobbing her head along his erection again, but it must not have been to his satisfaction because he started moving his hips, driving his cock into her mouth faster and harder. She was having trouble keeping up with the pace.

She concentrated on her breathing as he used her mouth. His cock hit the back of her throat and she tried her best not to gag. Then he was coming down her throat, the saltiness coating her tongue.

Jesse pulled out of her, his erection softening. He tilted her head up, making her look at him. His thumbs brushed the tears from her cheeks—tears she hadn’t realized had fallen.

He helped her to stand, then handed her the soap. “You may wash me now.”

Blindly, she ran the soap over his body. She could still taste him, her sex still aching with need. When she washed his cock, he stood stoically while she did it, as if it were no big deal for her to have her hands on him—as if he hadn’t been in her mouth minutes before.

When she finished soaping up his feet, he helped her to stand once more and leaned into the water to rinse. He made sure her hands were free of soap, then turned off the water.

Jesse was waiting with a towel when she exited the shower. She felt self-conscious, exposed. More so than she’d ever felt with him.

He dried them both, then went to his closet to dress. She had a feeling she’d be left naked for the day, and she’d been right. Sort of.

After dressing himself, he disappeared into his closet for a few minutes. When he returned, he held a pair of red heels in one hand and something she couldn’t make out in the other.

He set the heels in front of her and offered a hand to steady her as she slipped them on. They were taller than she was used to, which made her feel unsteady. Jesse was patient, allowing her time to adjust to them before releasing his hold on her.

It was then he opened his other hand, letting her see what else he’d brought with him from the closet. It looked to be two red hearts. She didn’t get to look too closely, though, before he began securing the first one to her right nipple.

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