Chapter 8 #2
Tiffany appeared in the doorway, completely naked, with wide eyes as she stared at his erection. God, she was so beautiful she took his breath away. He reached out and skimmed his knuckles down her cheek. “You’re nervous, pet.”
It was a statement not a question. The evidence was in her twisting hands, quick breaths, dilated pupils, and pounding pulse at her carotid.
Cordell had interviewed or interrogated enough subjects over the years to easily spot the anxiety cues.
But Tiffany wasn’t scared. She was anticipating what was to come.
Her nipples were distended, despite the warmth of the bathroom from the shower, and he was certain if he ran his fingers through the folds of her bare labia, he’d find her soaked.
“What’s your safeword?” His knuckles dropped to her breast and brushed over a taut peak. Tiffany hissed and closed her eyes. Her body swayed toward his touch, not away from it.
She moaned when his hand found her other nipple and tweaked it. “Eyes on me, and I expect an answer, pet.”
Her gaze found his. A dreamy expression was on her face, as if she were already on her way into subspace. Fuck, how had he resisted her for all these months?
“It—it’s red, Sir, but I don’t think I’ll need it. I trust you.”
“I thank you for your trust, but I expect you to use your safeword if I do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my girl. Step inside.”
He shut the bathroom door, to keep the cooler air out, and then followed her into the shower.
Within seconds they were both drenched. Retrieving one of the washcloths, he poured some body wash onto it, then squeezed it until lather formed.
He placed it in her hand. “Clean me, pet, from head to toe. Take all the time you want—within reason, of course.”
He gave her a wink, and a smile spread across her face as her shoulders relaxed a bit. “Of course, Sir.”
Cordell watched Tiffany’s face as her gaze followed her hands and the washcloth as they worked over his neck, shoulders, chest, and arms. It was as if the act of washing his body was mesmerizing to her.
She made circles as she ran the cloth over his skin, taking extra swipes over any large or small scar she came across.
He’d gathered quite a few of them over the years—a few from his youth and others from his time on the force.
In addition to the ugly scarring on his hip from the bullet and hip surgery, there was a white slash that went halfway around his left bicep.
It was a reminder from when a psycho with a knife had suddenly attacked him while Cordell had been standing in line at a deli for lunch three months after graduating from the police academy.
His field training officer had been able to shoot and kill the guy before he could inflict any more damage.
It’d taken thirty-two stitches to close the wound and was a lesson learned—never let down your guard, no matter where you are and what you’re doing.
When his front upper torso was clean, Tiffany asked him to turn around.
Cordell smirked as he pivoted to face the other wall.
The little imp was saving the best for last. His cock throbbed, as his skin tingled wherever she touched him.
His blood burned in his veins, and his fingers itched for him to say to hell with the cleanup because they were just going to get dirty again.
He should be exhausted after driving all day, but he’d be damned if he’d pass on this opportunity to get inside the woman he’d been craving for months.
After she was done with his back, Cordell gritted his teeth as the washcloth ran down his spine to his ass and then between his legs. His thighs, calves, and feet came next. Christ, he hadn’t meant for her to take him so literally.
When she tapped his leg, he glanced down to see she was on her knees. “Turn around again, Sir.”
“With pleasure.”
His new position put her face right in front of his erection, and it twitched when her breath caressed the base of it.
The washcloth slowly climbed his legs until it reached his groin, where she cleaned the ugly scars on his hip. Tiffany bit her lip as she carefully washed his cock and balls. When she’d lathered him up good, she glanced up his torso. “Rinse, please, Sir.”
He stepped back under the shower head and let the water sluice down his body, taking the soap suds with it. Cupping some water in his hands, he splashed his face a few times, wiping away the last of the day’s dirt and sweat.
“May I, Sir?” She was staring at his erection as she licked her lips. Who was he to deny his sweet submissive?
Closing the distance between them, he grasped his cock, tilted it downward, and rubbed the head against her lips. “Open, pet, and take me, but do not make me come.”
“Yes, Sir.”
When her lips closed around the shaft, Cordell’s knees nearly buckled.
Her mouth was hotter than the water beating his back.
After months of not allowing himself to take advantage of the recovering submissive, his only sexual release had been at his own hand.
Now, he was moments away from coming in her mouth if he didn’t wrangle in his control.
As she took him to the back of her throat, over and over, licking and sucking, he grasped her wet hair in his hands. “Slow down, pet.”
He guided her to a tempo that wasn’t as much a threat to his self-restraint and moved his hips in short thrusts. Her tongue stroked the underside of his cock as he fucked her mouth. The entire time, her eyes were focused on his face. Cordell gave her a sweet smile. “My beautiful sub.”
Reluctantly pulling back until she released him, Cordell held out his hand. “Come here—let me get you cleaned up.”
Once she was on her feet again, he grasped her shoulders, switched places with her, so she was now under the water spray, and made certain she had her balance before releasing her. Grabbing the shampoo, he poured some in his hand, then set the bottle back on the shelf.
Slowly and luxuriously, he massaged it into her hair, loving how her eyelids fluttered shut as she moaned. “That feels so good, Sir. I’ve never had a man shampoo my hair before.”
“Then I’m honored to be the first.”
Instead of turning her, he reached around her and lathered the back of her hair. “Step back, pet.”
Once he had the shampoo all rinsed out, he repeated the process with the conditioner.
Grabbing the second washcloth, he applied body wash and then started with Tiffany’s neck before moving his way down her chest. He teased her nipples with the terrycloth, eliciting a moan from her as she thrust her breast out.
God, she was going to be the death of him tonight.
He made quick work of cleaning the rest of her body before tossing the cloth to the floor of the shower.
Grasping her hair, he pulled until her head was back as far as it would go.
He crashed his mouth against hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth when she parted her lips.
His hand palmed her breast before dropping to the apex of her legs. She was slick and ready for him.
Cordell eased one then two fingers inside her and found her walls already quivering.
She was so responsive it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.
His thumb brushed over her clit, and Tiffany screamed into his mouth as she clamped down on his fingers.
He drew out her climax as long as he could until her body sagged against his.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Tiffany, this is going to be hard and fast. I’ve waited a long time to get inside your sweet body, and I doubt I’ll last long this first time. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
Tiffany rubbed her abdomen against his cock and her breasts against his torso. “It’s okay, Sir. I need you. Please, fuck me, please?”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He spun her around. “Hands on the bench.”
“Yes, Sir—oh!” she burst out when he smacked her ass.
“Spread your legs wider, subbie.” When she complied, he tugged on her hips, so she had to bend over even further. “You’re up to date on your birth control, correct?” He sure as hell hoped so because he didn’t want to stop to retrieve a condom from his wallet.
“Y-yes, Sir.” She was panting. “I-I had my latest shot last—last week.”
Cordell stroked the tip of his cock against her slit, then slid in and out of her, a little more each time until he was sure he wouldn’t hurt her. Tiffany’s vagina squeezed him hard. “God, pet, yes!”
Clutching her hips, he thrust his pelvis until he was balls deep. His body was threatening to come from the pure pleasure of being inside her, but he wanted to take her with him. Reaching around, his fingers found her clit, and he pinched it as he pounded into her.
“Oh, God!” she screamed. “Cordell! I’m coming!”
His shock at her using his name wasn’t enough to stop his own orgasm that raced through him. “Fuck! Tiff—Tiffany! Oh, shit!”
His cum filled her as he held her flush against him.
His legs shook, and he slapped his hand on the tile wall in front of him for balance to keep them both from crashing to the floor.
Gasping for air, he laid his forehead on Tiffany’s back.
After a few moments, he withdrew from her heat.
Despite the intense climax, he was still semi-hard and ready to take her again.
But he had to move her onto the bed for the next round because he didn’t think he could remain on his feet if they did that again.
He’d suspected sex with his sub would be off the charts, and, boy, he hadn’t been wrong.