Page 6 of Chaos Luck Wrath

He twisted the faucet on the dark granite tub, filling it with steamy water. Tapping a switch on the wall he activated the feature that kept the tub at a warm temperature.

Gage stepped over to her, his eyes melting into soft brown hues. His fingers slid the zipper of her hoodie down. “Layne, I want to take all your worries away for a little while.”

As his hands pushed the sweatshirt from her upper body, she felt her breaths fill with the familiar heaviness of desire. Her body began to ease as the scent of the oils and salts in the bathwater began to fill the air with eucalyptus and mint.

He hooked his finger onto the thin gold chain of the discreet collar he had bestowed on her, pulling her closer to him. His lips drifted across the side of her face until his mouth was at her ear whispering, “Let me.”

Her hands came to the front of his chest, fingertips exploring the curve of each of his muscles underneath the cotton t-shirt. “I don’t even want to remember where I am when you’re done.” She pleadingly gazed up at him with her eyes still reflecting the pain of tears long since dried.

“Baby, the only thing I need you to remember is how goddamn good my cock feels stuffed inside you.” His finger released the thread of metal around her throat and grabbed her by the back of her neck. Gage’s lips crashed against hers, kissing her hungrily.

Each of their hands worked at removing the other’s clothing. Layne’s hands shoved Gage’s shirt up hastily until she couldn’t reach up any further to get it over his head and he assisted in yanking it the rest of the way off. He in turn lifted her shirt from her and relieved her of her pants and underwear in one downward motion. Layne’s fingers popped the clasp of her bra, dropping it to join the pile on the floor.

Now free of all her clothes, she eagerly pulled at his belt until it gave way and she worked his zipper down over the large size of his cock already trying to spring free. Layne’s hand slid into the front of his boxers, seeking out his stiff length. Grabbing him, she worked her hand down to the hilt of his swords and back up to the tip.

The deep groan of his voice echoed against the tile walls of the bathroom. The way her fingers curled around his thick cock, firmly working over each inch, had him spiraling into thoughts of the rest of her body squeezing around his dick.

Falling prey to her distraction, he nearly forgot his place. He smirked and grabbed her jaw. “Did I give you permission to touch my cock, baby? Are you so fuckin’ needy for it that you forgot how to get on your knees and beg for me?”

Layne pouted and tried to kiss his observation of the minor infraction away as her hand continued to stroke him. He wasn’t having any of it though. His hand took the length of her ponytail around his hand and tilted her head back before she could try to distract him any further.

Gage grinned, dropping his other hand to remove her grasp on his solid length. “It seems you need a little reminder, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she purred.

“Hands on that towel rack and stick your ass out for me.” He took his hands off of her to motion at the stainless steel bar that currently had two white body towels folded over it.

Layne looked over at the bar affixed to the wall and smiled. Without arguing, she nodded and walked over to it, her hands yanking each towel hanging from it onto the floor. With some sass in her movements, she curved her hands around the cool metal before she bent at the waist and pushed her ass backward.

Seeing her in a position that he could easily sink himself into, he gave another groan of approval. He quickly finished the job of removing the rest of his clothes. Despite the temptation to just ram into that perfectly tight pussy of hers, he had other plans. He walked over to one of the drawers of the bathroom vanity and reached inside retrieving one of the few gifts he kept for such an occasion.

Standing at her side, he smirked knowingly at his intentions. His hand reached behind her, dragging a cool metal object between her thighs coating it with her arousal. “You know what happens when you don’t keep your hands to yourself, baby?”

She moaned quietly, feeling the smooth object drag along her slit. Her eyes begged him for something more to sate her lustful appetite. Layne shook her head in response to his question. “No.”

“I’m going to make sure you keep them busy.” With the small plug now coated in the wetness from her body, he dragged it to her tight back entrance. Gage slowly pushed the acorn-shaped toy into her until it was seated deep inside of her.

Her hands tightened around the rack as she groaned out feeling the plug gradually stretching her while it was worked inside. It took much more effort to accept Joey into her ass, but the sensation of the toy now inside of her provided an equally welcomed sensation.

“Good girl. You like taking it in your sweet ass, don’t you?” His cock was throbbing as he inspected the flare of the metal base between the rounds of each cheek. He gave a hum of approval at the sight.

“Yes, it feels so good.” Layne began to straighten up but was met with Gage’s hand against her back.

“Oh, you’re not done learning your lesson yet, Lucky Charm.” His sinful desires prompted the corner of his mouth to pull up into another smirk. Backing up one slow step at a time until he was at the edge of the bath, he sat on the ledge of the rectangular inset that surrounded the infinity pool-style tub in the middle of it. His eyes never left the gorgeous sight of her partially bent over for him with her ass filled with the toy he had filled it with.

He leaned over and turned off the running water that had the tub at their disposal whenever they got around to it. Right now, there were more pressing matters requiring his full attention.

He gave his order, “Come for me. If you want to use those hands for something, you’re going to use them on that greedy cunt of yours. I want to watch as you get yourself off.”

She hadn’t even made a move yet and he already had a grip on his hard cock, fisting it in long strokes.

Layne peered over her shoulder back at him. “But I’d rather have you.” Her eyes lowered to the sight of his swollen dick in his hand, her body aching for it fiercely.

Sternly, he spoke to her, “Baby, I can take in this view all damn day, but you better hope you come before I do if you want any of this.”

Holding her position at the towel rack, she dropped a hand between her legs and stroked her fingers over her clit, slick with her desire. Her first moan pierced the air. The tips of her fingers began to rub circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves prompting her body to fill with pleasure. “Mmm…” Imagining Gage’s rough hands coursing over her body, she got lost in the sensation of her fingers working her body over hills of pleasure.

Hearing Layne’s moans of self-derived excitement, Gage took his time with himself with each stroke. His cock grew harder as he witnessed every movement she made. He couldn’t wait to fuck the ever-living daylights out of her the moment she made herself come.

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