Page 435 of S is for SEX

He looked massive in the small area of the shower. I stepped into the shower facing him, with my back toward the shower head. The warm water against my body startled me and I shivered.

His chest muscles quivered as he stood facing me.

“Water too cold? Too hot?” his biceps flexed as ran his hands through his hair.

“No, it feels great…just wasn’t ready for it,” I said as I tilted my head back, allowing my hair get wet.

“Turn around and face the shower,” he lowered his hands and whispered.

“Yes sir,” I responded, turning to face the shower head.

As the water pelted my face and chest, his hands worked from my upper back to my thighs. Back and forth they massaged, the feeling of his fingertips pressing into my skin became hypnotic. My eyes closed and my hands against the shower wall, I tried to anticipate where his hands would move next.

With his thumbs pressing into my inner thighs and his fingers on the outside, his hands slid up and down the length of my legs. As his thumbs met the bottom of my butt, I felt the pressure of his body against me. His hips pressing against my butt, and his chest against my back, I bent my knees and pushed encouragingly against him.

His right hand slid around my stomach and slowly up my torso to my breast. As he cupped my breast in his hand, he whispered into my left ear.

“Grab the shower head, baby girl. Don’t let go of it. Do you understand me?” he whispered.

“Yes…yes, sir,” I answered as I reached for the shower head with both hands.

His left arm brushed against me as he reached down and turned the water temperature to hot. My muscles tensed as the water temperature increased. As my legs straightened and my knees locked, he began to pinch my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Bend your knees, and back your little ass up to me, baby,” he insisted.

I grasped the shower head and bent my knees. I felt the pressure of his cock against my pussy. His left hand reached around my hip and slid between my legs. As his finger began to massage my clit my legs started to shake. I felt his finger penetrate me and I started to tingle.

“From this day forward, from this moment forward, you will ask permission to have an orgasm. Heaven help you if you have an orgasm without permission,” he whispered into my left ear.

I let go of the shower head and turned toward him.

“Excuse me? Permission? For orgasms?” I asked, wondering why he would even say such a thing.

“Turn around, Kelli. Grab the shower head,” he demanded.

I turned, grabbed the shower head, and asked again. “You’re serious? Permission?’

“Yes. For every one of them. You ask, I either give you permission, or I tell you to wait. You comply, it’s simple,” he responded as he grabbed my waist.

“And this isn’t a joke?” I asked, confused.

“No, Kelli, this isn’t a joke,” he whispered into my left ear.

I held the shower head and thought about what he had said. For every one of them. You ask, I either give you permission, or I tell you to wait. You comply, it’s simple. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought he would ever think of some crazy shit like this. Tie me up, blindfold me, beat me, spank me, slap me, pinch me, poke me, hell…even burn me. But no orgasms?

What the fuck?

I felt his thumb slide inside my pussy. The web of his hand pressed against my clit with each stroke. He began to pull my hair tighter and tighter. As he pulled my head backward, he whispered into my left ear.

“Fuck my hand, baby girl. Fuck it. Fuck it hard. Push your little pussy against my thumb. Grind it,” he rasped into my ear.

I bent my knees and pushed against his hand as he pressed his thumb deeper inside of me. As I held the shower head, the hot water sprayed onto my face and chest. My hair still in his hand, he pulled firmly as I arched my back to relieve the pain. The more I gave, the harder he pulled.

With his chest pressed tight against my back, he began to bite my shoulder as he continued to pull my hair. His thumb worked in and out of me, the web of his hand pressing against my clit with each stroke. His mouth worked across my shoulder, up my neck, and to my ear, dragging his teeth along my skin. As his mouth met my ear, he began to whisper.

“Baby girl. Focus. Focus for me. Keep your eyes closed and focus,” his face pressed against the side of my head, his lips touched my ear.

He slid his thumb in and out of my pussy at a more rapid pace. His hand pressed my clit with more force. I kept my eyes closed and relaxed. The water pelting my face, and his hand working in and out became hypnotic. I relaxed my legs, and my pussy began to contract. Oh lord. This is going to be huge.

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