Page 60 of Cherry Auction

Fuck.

“Take your treat, kitty,” I growl, keeping my hands in what I feel are strict safety zones. I wash her underarms. “Take everything you deserve.”

My jaw locks, teeth gritted, as I scrub her back in slow, massaging circles. I’ve already washed here, but it’s another safe zone, and that feels very important at the moment.

Because she’s just set her hands on her widespread knees and bent over, rutting her pussy against the hard staff of my cock that’s all but bursting through my wet black slacks. She seems quite focused on rubbing her clit back and forth against just my tip.

Holy motherfucking Mary mother of Jaysus Christ?—

It’s taking every ounce of my so-called iron control not to yank open the button to my drenched slacks, flip her around, and drag her down on my cock.

What’s more healing aftercare than a good fuck?

That’s just my dick talking. I blink and keep massaging her back with the water.

But when she starts lifting up and down as if she’s trying to get my cock to goinher pussythroughthe layers of clothing, my control snaps.

I flip her around by her waist so that she’s facing me and settle her back on my lap. Her legs cradle my waist, knees on the bench on either side of my hips. My cock is cemented between us against her tummy, literally about to burst the fabric of my slacks.

“Put your head down on my shoulder,” I instruct thickly, shocked I can manage words at all. She obeys immediately. “Eyes closed.”

She nods against my shoulder, gently rocking against my hardness. Jaysus fuck.

I lift the shower head by the bench and start to run water through her hair, washing out any lingering shampoo and taking the opportunity to massage her scalp.

“I love your hands in my hair,” she murmurs, then she starts to thrust against my cock again.

Her arms fling around my back and her spread legs widen even further until she’s all but riding me. And I do mean riding me. Because my cock—oh fuck, she’s finding friction against me right where she needs it. I keep my hands in her hair long after I’m sure all the shampoo’s washed out. Jaysus fuck, she’s gonna fecking kill me. I’m in control— I’m in control— I’m in contr?—

Her mewls turn to little screams as her thrusts become even wilder, almost violent. But there are little notes of dissatisfaction, too. Like she can’t quite get where she’s trying to go.

Goddammit.

She needs to come. I’m a cruel dominant to deny her after the day she’s had. I said she could get a treat. So I stand up. She’s still wrapped around me like a koala, so she goes with me.

“That’s right, kitty,” I growl into her ear. “Take what’s yours.”

I press her body against the smooth marble wall, so she feels all of me.

Then I yank the manual shower spray back up and turn it to maximum pulsing mode. Lowering it, I hold the shower head down between our bodies, aimed upwards precisely where she needs it.

She’s got the pressure of my cock pressed against the top of her clit and now the pulsing water thrusting up from underneath.

She immediately lets out a little cry, her eyes flying open as I start to thrust my hips rhythmically into hers. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. I want to do such dirty, dirty things to you.”

“Like what?” she squeaks, her breasts arching out into my face as a spasm of pleasure wracks through her body.

“Like putting you over my lap and spanking you until your ass is red from my handprint. So you know you’re mine. I’ll enjoy your little yelps of pain. I’ll enjoy the way you squirm on my cock and beg me for more. I’ll slip my hand down between your legs after ten swats to rub your clit just the way you like, then I’ll allow you to beg me for ten more before I eat you out.”

“Now.” Her face contorts, so close to orgasm. “I want itnow. Touch me. Eat me now.”

“This is all you get until Brooke comes all the way back to me, not just kitty.”

I tease the pulsing spray right where she needs it. But sheand I know it’s not enough. It’s not my fingers. It’s not my tongue. It’s not her sitting on my face.

“Please, Sir.”

“That’s not my name,” I whisper in her ear, shifting the pulsing spray rhythmically back and forth along with my hips. “What’s my name?”

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