After turning on the water and checking the temperature, he drenches my rear.
In silent protest, I wrinkle my nose.
Then he stands to one side and sets the spray to pulse and directs it between my legs, finding my pussy, making me gasp.
For balance I spread my fingers even farther apart.
“Ask for a spank,” Pax says against my ear.
He’s so beastly. “Please. I’m ready.” The first is always the worst.
Link brings the water closer to me, ratcheting up my pleasure. Helpless, needy, I moan.“Yes.”
As I hoped, Pax uses the back of the brush and taps my rear as a warmup.
I exhale, relaxing into trust as he lands a second on my other butt cheek.
He continues, alternating sides, each a little firmer than the last. The sting builds, but the pleasure from the pulsating wateron my clit balances it out, creating a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure.
“Where are you, little dove?” Link asks, adjusting the showerhead to change the pattern.
“Still green,” I gasp out.
“Still green,Sir,”he corrects.
Sir?He expects me to call him that?
Tensing, I wait for Pax to go on, but he doesn’t.
“Say it.”
Can I? Will I?
Link moves the water away from my aching pussy.
I need this…everything we’re doing.
“Still green, Sir.”The word rolls from my tongue easily, naturally. It feels so right.
“Fuck, yes.”
Pax lands another strike, this one harder.
Simultaneously Link increases the water pressure, the spray pounding against my clit. I moan, bucking my hips back, wordlessly demanding more.
Behind me, Pax continues with the bath brush, creating a delicious sting that radiates across my skin. The combination of the water and the punishment makes me throb with need.
“You’re doing so well.” Link’s voice is thick with desire. He leans in, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the pulsating rhythm of the water.
As Pax lands the implement again, I whimper into Link’s mouth, my body shaking. He slowly ends the kiss, his eyes dark with lust and something deeper—love.
“We’ve got you,” Pax says, his voice steady and reassuring. He spanks me again, the bath brush hitting a particularly sensitive spot, and I gasp, digging my nails into the tile.
“Doing okay?” Link asks, his gaze locked onto mine.
I nod.
Link adjusts the showerhead yet again, the stream now relentless against my clit.