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Her hair brushes against the porcelain as she nods. “Yes. But in a better way than before.”

“I appreciate your honesty. Brush your fingers over your lips. You have a beautiful mouth: full, but not overly so. Bring your hands down your neck, to the line of your throat. It’s softerthere.”

“How do you know that?” she asks, but I don’t answer. I want her focused on herself.

“Any man would be lucky to kiss the curve of your neck.”

She lets out a sound of protest. Fuck. Any allusion to her past will pull her out of the moment.

“Cup the water in your hand. Pour it over your collarbones, your chest.” There’s a trickle of water accompanied by a sharp inhale, and I have her again. “Slide your palms up to your breasts. Do you play with them to orgasm?”

She makes a sound that has my blood pumping. “Sometimes, but sometimes I forget about them. Is that normal?”

Little doe, so forthcoming now. “Simply personal preference. Cup them in your hands and squeeze gently, slowly.”

“But what doyoudo? Do you touch your nipples when you…”

I chuckle, because Iknewshe wouldn’t blindly go along with a scene. “When I what?”

“When you touch yourself.”

“Brush your thumbs over your nipples, Pet.” I wait for her breathless moan before I answer. “Not often. A long warm up is almost never necessary.”

“Do you enjoy it when women do? Touch yours, I mean.” She giggles then, and the water shakes around her. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Me either. I’m fucking dying to replace her hands with mine. “Yes. Touched, licked, and bitten. You?”

The water splashes and she moans. “Not sure about the biting.”

“Are you skipping ahead?” I scold.

“No,” she grumbles. “I always want to.”

A wide grin spreads across my face. “Oh?”

“I—” The water moves again and she lets out a hiss through her teeth. I can guess what the sensation is.

“Is that good? When the water shifts across your clit? Your leg must be getting cold. Switch.”

She does, the water shifting and trickling as she gasps. “Fuck.”

The sound goes directly to my cock. I’m hot from the steam, wound tight from her noises. My dick is begging for attention, but I rein it in. “That’s right. You’re open, wet, and wanting. Does it get you hot knowing that if I ripped open this curtain you’d be completely exposed to me?”

“You wouldn’t,” she says, but I know her sounds now. She’s not frightened. She’s exhilarated. She blazes through my cells until I can’t remember my own name.

“Iwon’t, because that’s your boundary. Doesn’t change how much it turns you on. You want it and won’t let yourself have it.” I don’t give her the chance to deny it. “Walk me through what you enjoy.”

She swallows. “I press harder, and I use my whole palm because it makes my hand feel bigger.”

“Like mine?”

“Like yours.” Her breathless tone puts each muscle in my body on high alert. “Sometimes I run my hands down to my knees and shift back up my thighs, to tease.”

“Do it.” The order comes out too harsh. I’m reaching the edge of my control, and I yank it back. “Show me, Petra. And switch out your feet on the tap.”

“You can’t even see me,” she protests, but the water is already rippling and moving around her. “Thank you, sir. I was getting cold.”

I want her on edge, not uncomfortable. “Should we add hot water?”

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