Page 44 of Tyrant

He brings the washcloth back up the front of my body, all the way to my right breast. He lifts it. He squeezes.

“You finish,” he whispers to me in that deep voice.

I take the washcloth from him and finish washing my breasts. I move my hand up to my neck and I tilt my head back once again.

I look back and see Tyrant’s black mask. My inner thighs shiver with need. I move the washcloth to my left shoulder.

“Down,” he speaks just one word.

I drop the washcloth down my body.

“Around,” he then says.

I move my left hand back around to my left ass cheek.

“In between,claimed one,” he growls.

I let out a breathless sigh. I mean, yeah, I’ve touched myself back there for personal hygiene reasons. I swipe the washcloth between my cheeks. I press. Gently massage.

“Drop the washcloth,” Tyrant says.

I release my hold and hear the washcloththumpdown behind my feet.

“Touch again,” I’m told.

My fingertips are at my ass. I use my pointer finger and touchthere. My tight, gently puckering hole.

“Harder, Sera.”

I press. Harder. My fingertip gently starts to open my hole. I realize it’s just soapy hot water that’s aiding me right now.

“There you go,” Tyrant growls.

I realize his hands are now holding my ass cheeks. Spreading me open. He’s watching me as I touch myselfback there.

“What do I do with my right hand, Ty?” I ask in a shaky voice.

Tyrant grabs my right wrist and pulls my hand behind my back and lifts. A dull pain burns in my wrist and elbow.

“Take your fingertip out of your ass,claimed one. Right now.”

I move my left hand away from my ass.

Tyrant spins me around and pushes me against the shower wall. His right hand grabs my left breast with aggressive force. His fingers curl, dig. He wants me to feel pain in my breast. And I do. Yet it’s not enough for me to scream or tell him to stop. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to keep going. Do more.

Do… anything…

My left wrist is in Tyrant’s hand and he lifts my hand toward his mouth. He curls my fingers down, except my pointer finger. As my jaw slowly starts to open, his mouth moves toward my finger. He takes the tip of my finger into his mouth.

The same tip that had just been back there… pushing into my ass at his command.

Tyrant pulls my finger out of his mouth with a wet popping sound. He then lifts his mask, showing his face to me.

His perfect jawline. His thin lips. A strong nose. Those evil looking eyes. His hair, getting more and more wet as the shower water hits his head. I’ve never seen someone look so sexy before. At the same time I want him to take his clothes off. All of them. I want to see his body. All of it.

It’s not up to me to decide. It’s Tyrant’s decision. Everything is his decision.

Including what happens next to my body.

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