Page 18 of Wear Me Out
“Of what, sorry?” I asked, moving on to her taut stomach and circling my hands around to her back.
“You know…the lady version of blue balls. Blue walls,” she said matter-of-factly.
I burst out laughing and a lazy grin passed over her face. “That’s a new one.”
She shrugged. “Have I not used it before? I swear I have.”
“Never, pet. I would’ve remembered that.” I squirted another dollop of soap into my hands and dropped to my knees. Trailing my palms down her thighs, over her knees, and around to her calves, I took in all the little moans and whimpers she made as I touched her.
“I love when you get on your knees for me,” she whispered, head tipped forward with her gaze now trained on me.
“Yeah? What else would you love?” I teased, running my nose over the skin beneath her navel and pushing her back into the hot spray of the shower.
“Your tongue on my cunt,” she sighed, thestream of water soaking her dark hair. “Your fingers inside me.”
“Have you been a good girl tonight?”
She nodded eagerly. “Yes, boss.”
“You took our friends' cocks so well, didn’t you?”
“Yes, boss.”
I chuckled. “You played well with others, yes?”
“I did.”
“You think you deserve to be fucked by me now?” I posed.
She nodded and a whimper escaped her lips.
“You know…I almost forgot what got you into this situation in the first place,” I taunted, running my hand up the back of her thigh, over her ass. “Almost.”
I slipped my finger between her ass cheeks and pressed lightly on the plug still resting there. She moaned and the noise went straight to my dick, which was standing at attention once again.
“Do you recall me saying I wanted you to be a sobbing, begging mess before I fucked you?” I mused.
She squirmed. “Yes…”
“Then beg me, Lilah,” I rumbled against her stomach.
“Please, boss. No one else compares to you. I miss you,” she breathed.
“That’s a good start. You can have a reward.” I held one hand under the stream of water to rinse off the soap before easily slipping two fingers inside her eager cunt.
My wanting little pet let out a heady groan at the intrusion. “Thank you.”
I worked my fingers up and in, stroking her repeatedly the way she liked. Her mouth dropped open further as her breathing deepened. The flush in her cheeks was exacerbated by the heat of the shower. Steam filled the room, fogging up the glass. We were enclosed in our own wet, private heaven.
“You exist for my pleasure. Tell me why I should reward your bratty ass tonight,” I demanded.
“I’ve done everything you’ve asked me.”
I slapped her ass with my free hand. “Not good enough.”
“I teased you and I’m sorry,” she cried. “Wearing a toy without your permission is against the rules. I fucked up on purpose. It won’t happen again.”
“We both know it will,” I chided.
