I smile at him.
"You have nothing to worry about with me," I say, hoping that my words are not swallowed by the water stream. "Trust me. I got this. We got this."
He huffs. A crooked smile graces his face as he shakes his head.
"It's never as simple as that, Button."
It satisfies me to make him groan with another squeeze around his engorged cock that is fisted in my hand. I feel powerful and oddly loved, knowing that he wouldn't let just anyone handle him this way.
However, he makes sure that his next move puts me back into my place by pinching both my nipples so hard that I yelp out in joyous agony. The stinging pain only remains for a second, but he continues to hold my tortured buds between his fingers, and even without him applying any pressure to hurt me, the agitating throbbing is still there, still fueling my bliss.
Another pinch and another expression of happy torment, and he turns me around, cupping my tits with one hand while he uses the other to guide himself between my legs. I groan when he stretches me with his girth as he shoves his thick cock inside me, slowly, unyielding.
He grabs my tits from behind and begins fucking me with desperate need, our bodies slamming against each other with loud splashing sounds as he rams his length inside of me. Soon, he pulls me closer, his grip around me tightening so much that he almost lifts my feet off the ground, and I have to hold on to the warm tiles to keep my balance. His arms wrap around me, his buff chest pressed firmly against my back while he has his way with me.
"This is where you belong," he hisses next to my ear. "Wrapped around my cock. Mine. Always. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir!"
My words are more of a hoarse sigh than an actual phrase, released into the steamy shower with urgency and laced with need for him.
He pulls me closer, holding me in a tight grip while his hand wanders down to my core. His brute thrusts slow down when he begins massaging my clit. I throw my head back, warm water pouring down my face while he brings me closer to release in gradual waves, sending sparks of pleasure raging through my center with every deep thrust. I groan when he clasps my clit between two fingers, now pinching instead of massaging. He holds on to my throbbing pearl, holding it in a painfully tight grasp as his cock continues stretching me. He keeps himself buried inside of me, and begins to move his hips in slow circles, his girth stirring my insides.
My climax approaches so subtly that I don't fathom its intensity until it feels as if I'm being ripped apart. I can feel him pulsating inside of me, coating my channel with his cum, and I clench around him in quiet but violent tremors.
We don't move for ages, instead remaining in our hot and wet embrace, cocooned as the shower rains on both of us, washing away the pain of the evening’s preceding events.