Page 66 of Beautifully Savage Butterfly

“Wash my hair.”

The demand is so far from what I expected that it takes me a few seconds to process it. I’m not sure what I thought the shampoo was for, but it wasn’t this.

“You want—” I break off with a sharp gasp when he flicks the tip of my cock. It twitches heavily, an electric jolt tightening in my gut and making my toes curl against the slippery stone under my feet.

“You heard me,” Orion says gruffly. “Wash my hair.”

He bends his head forward. I’m not sure I understand the game, but I suppose I don’t have to. Actually, there’s a new kind of thrill in the off-center feeling. I bring both my hands to his head, massaging his scalp, and start to work the shampoo into a lather. He moans quietly and leans in to drag his tongue over the length of my hard, needy cock. He traces a scorching path from balls to tip, catching the clear string of precum that dribbles out of my slit.

“Oh, fuck,” I rasp, jerking my hips forward. My eyelids droop closed and my fingers go still, tangled in his hair.

“I didn’t say stop,” he growls.

Oh, right. I pry my eyes open, my chest heaving with a trembling breath, and try to focus again on gathering all the loose strands of his hair and working the rich, pine scented lather through them. Orion does it again, skipping the straight path this time and taking a more leisurely route from root to tip, tracing every throbbing vein with the tip of his tongue while heavy droplets land on my cock from the shower spray, making it feel like at least three tongues are on me at once.

I manage to keep my fingers moving. Barely. When he reaches the head of my cock again, he grazes his teeth along the roll of my foreskin, and I pant and whimper.

He braces his hands against the wall on either side of my hips and leans his head back into my touch, closing his eyes and moaning. The sound settles in my balls, tingling and tightening, my cock bouncing eagerly for another lick, for his hand, for anything.

“Orion,” I whine, canting my hips and fruitlessly trying to drag his head back, to bring his mouth to where I’m fucking desperate for it.

Orion lets out another low, deep chuckle. Fuck. I just figured out what the game is.

“You wanted stubborn, Brat? You’ve got it.” He smirks and then purses his lips and blows on the tip of my cock. The contrast of his breath against my overheated skin and the scorching water makes my eyes roll back. “Keep washing,” he reminds me.

“Sorry,” I gasp, forcing my fingers to move again.

“Mmhm,” he hums with amusement.

He catches my head between his lips, and I huff out a frantic breath, using every ounce of willpower I have to hold still and keep working on his hair. Maybe if I’m good…

Orion purses his lips around the swell of my head and sucks, lapping at the unending drip of precum that dribbles out. The rest of my shaft throbs in protest, thickening even harder, swelling between his lips.

“Please,” I gasp, losing the battle with my own self-control and thrusting my hips.

He’s ready for it though. His hands come off the wall instantly, his fingers digging into my thighs as he shoves me back into place with bruising force, the mildly rough stone dragging against my bare ass like sandpaper. He releases my cock with a wet pop and wipes the back of his hand over his lips as he looks up at me.

“You like having a tongue in your hole, Brat?”

Normally? Yes. The way he’s likely planning to do it to punish me…?

I whimper again, just as pathetic as he labeled me earlier, and nod eagerly.

“Yes, Boss.”

“Then rinse my hair out and turn around.”

My hand is shaking so badly it takes me two tries to unhook the spray nozzle from the wall. When I manage it, Orion closes his eyes and hums softly as I rinse the suds out of his long locks, watching them run down his skin and disappear down the drain.

While his eyes are closed, I stare down at him greedily. The cut on his jaw is an angry pink line now, no doubt preparing to leave a scar, and the bumps on the bridge of his nose tell the story of at least a few breaks. Every inch of him is rugged and real and so goddamn perfect it hurts.

“I love you.” I untangle my remaining fingers from his hair and ghost my fingertips over that pink future-scar.

He opens his eyes and bares his teeth in a feral kind of smile that sends another shiver down my spine.

“Sweet talk isn’t going to save you, Brat. Turn around.”

I huff out a laugh, replace the shower nozzle, and then do as he says.

---