Page 25 of Addiction

A gasp escaped her lips as his cock slipped between her ass cheeks, and his hands rose to cradle the weight of her breasts. The touch of his body against hers was exquisite, and with the constant running warmth offered by the shower, there seemed no end to the ecstasy they could create together.

“I want this to be good for you.”

“Oh God.” Her lips parted reflexively.

She was losing control again. The same way she’d done in the cabin when she’d consented to their sexual escapades, yet even in acknowledging the alleged errors, she realized she didn’t regret them.

Tucker had been brutal. He’d pushed past her boundaries at times and taken her right to the brink, but he’d also bestowed the type of pleasure she’d only thought had been possible in fiction. She couldn’t imagine walking away from him and risking never experiencing that desire again. It was the reason she’d wanted to stay with him, even when the possibility of Alexander taking her home had been bandied.

She couldn’t give this up.

“I know.” His digits brushed over her tightening buds, lengthening them between his thumb and finger and sending a shot of fresh arousal flying around her body. “You have amazing tits.”

“Fuck.” She arched against him, silently inviting his shaft to spear her. She’d never longed for anything more intensely.

“Look how well they respond to my touch.” His voice was a growl as he slowly steered her in the direction of one of the nearby jets. “I bet they’ll like this, too.”

He edged her closer to the spray, his body cajoling her to inch forward until the closest fountain landed directly on her stiffened nipple. The torrent rained over her sensitive flesh, his strong arms holding her in place as she registered its force.

“Ow!” She fought against the stream at first, panting as her brain initially processed the sensation as hurt. Then, as she yielded, her mind accepted what should have been clear from the beginning—the experience was insanely erotic. The jet of water seared her skin with an animal intensity, and the fact he ensured she couldn’t resist it drove her even closer to hedonism.

“Never mind, ‘ow.’” His lips lowered to her nape, nuzzling the side of her neck as he steered her body around so the other nipple could receive the same treatment. “I’m going to wake up all your senses, little girl.”

“Sir, please.” She leaned away from his mouth, exposing more of her neck to him. Each kiss was the perfect tonic as her breast endured the sensual water torture.

“What?” He chuckled, presumably well aware of what she wanted.

“Please, fuck me.”

She didn’t care how needy she sounded or that her hair was still full of suds, and she hadn’t even thought to shave yet. All she could think about was having his swelling dick own her once again, this time in the confines of his perfect shower.

The only thing that mattered was Tucker doing what he did best—taking control of her and making her feel alive.

“Ella.” He maneuvered her away from the shower glass and back under the torrent. “Close your eyes.”

She held her breath as the water washed away the shampoo suds before he guided her in the direction of the wall. Pressing her palms against the cool tile, she arched her back as he nudged her ankles apart with his foot.

“You make me so fucking hard.” His breath was warm against the side of her face.

“I’m glad.” She risked a smile at him as she peered over her shoulder. “Are you, sir?”

He raised his palm, answering her with one sharp swat to her prone backside. Her mouth fell open at the sting, the echo ringing in her ears as he landed another three hard strikes to her exposed ass.

“Yes.” She bit back on her moan as she rested her forehead against the white tile. “Spank me, sir.”

On some level, she scarcely recognized herself. Where was the woman who’d been so outraged when he’d first tipped her over his lap for an impromptu punishment? Where was the one who needed to be tied to contain her? This version of Ella yearned for his authority and seemed to bloom with each smack.

“I’ll fucking spank you when you deserve it, little girl.” His palm stretched out over her cheeks, pressing down toward her needy sex. Her breath caught as his finger slid beneath her and teased her bud. Tucker, it seemed, knew what she wanted better than she did. “Don’t you worry about that. But remember, a spanking is over my knee. This is just a little pain to warm you up.”

“Oh.” She ground her hips back against his hand, frantic for the stimulation. “Yes, please.”

“Stick that ass out.” He moved behind her, his voice a snarl in her ear. She complied immediately, not wanting to do anything to jeopardize the looming pleasure. “Do you need the pain, little girl?”

There were no thoughts of what was deserved as she replied, only the promise of gratification to come. She wanted an orgasm, and she knew Tucker had the means to provide it.

“Yes, sir.” She pushed her ass out toward him as if to prove the point. “Please punish me.”

His hand withdrew, crashing back to her sex a moment later. She groaned as the warmth of the strike spread around the area, cognizant of how horny she was and how few swats it would take to topple her.

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