Chapter Sixteen
Waterboarding has Nothing on This
Rachel Williams
Turning and flipping the shower on, he forces me under the cold spray. His hand clamps down over my mouth to contain my shriek of surprise and keeps it there as he lifts one leg and leverages me up.
Forcing his thigh between mine until I was straddling it, my feet no longer touching the tile. The sparks and tingles of pleasure radiating and spreading as I moaned against his hand.
“I need you.” He growls in my ear.
His lips suctioned to my neck, his teeth indenting and scraping sending shivers down my spine and hardening my nipples. I writhed against him, chasing the feeling that was building in my core.
Pinned and helpless I could only take it as he made his way down and took one breast almost completely into his mouth and sucked hard enough I could feel it down in my toes.
I needed this so badly. Not just the physical sensation, but his attention. I wanted irrefutable proof that he didn’t regret last night.
I have his undivided attention now.
He continues on to the next breast, nibbling down and making me gasp through my next moan as he presses harder against me in his now wet jeans.
Im nearly there, and I grind down harder, thrusting against his thigh, feeling his hard cock against my belly.
My still sore pussy throbs remembering how deep he had pressed in, how hard he had fucked me like he was crazed.
The cold water splashes over me again as he turns me into the water and my impending orgasm dissipates in the shock as I try to squirm away from the icy fall of the shower.
Screaming now against his hand while he watches me with single minded focus.
“Im not done with you yet.”
I shiver with more than just the cold as he steps back, breathing hard. Watching me as I nearly stumble and removing his clothing.
“You are not allowed to come until I give you permission.” His eyes are narrowed down at me, and I want to protest, unsure how I will be able to stop it, but scared of what he will do if I argue.
I don’t care what he does to me next. I want it.
Taking us both down to the shower floor and out of the spray, he takes me by the neck and squeezes.
“I have been lenient, but you will obey.” He continues squeezing my neck and I don’t know what Im supposed to do.
His eyes narrow further and he twists my nipple roughly.
Realizing what he wants, I cry out. “Yes Daddy.”
Like I gave him permission, he sinks down with his hand still around my throat and fits his whole mouth to my core. Heat blazed through me despite my chilled skin, his tongue pressing flat against my clit and roughly working in circular patterns that have my eyes nearly crossed.
Lack of oxygen from being choked is starting to make my head swim. I was supposed to be doing something besides rocking against his mouth.
With a flick of his tongue and gentle suction I can already feel my release building. My muffled groans and cries come out strangled. But Im not worried about it. He will give me air if I need it.
The only thing I want is to come.
Then I remember I cant. He hasn’t allowed it.
I grip his wrist, trying to communicate that he needs to stop, Im too close. But it only seems to drive him on harder, the intensity ratcheting up a couple notches. The noise I make is indecent.
Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. I need to be good.
Im fighting with my body but losing the battle. I have no practice or experience with denying myself orgasms. I don’t have a lot of experience having them at the hands of anyone but myself either.
I am in uncharted territory, and I am about to be a bad, bad girl.
I squeeze his wrist, tapping wildly as I try to think of how to delay the inevitable. Moving away from him does no good, he has me in his grip. It’s getting harder and harder to think as his mouth and his tongue glide against me in the sweetest agony. Each stroke of his tongue igniting more heat.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to take a deep breath, but his hold on my airway is too tight.
My breasts are heavier, my nipples ache from the stimulation and the cold. The heat from my center is burning me from the inside out and then he slides a finger into me, followed by two more and Im screaming, back arched, my body and legs lifting up in spasm as the orgasm hits me.
He continues pumping in and out of me, sucking on my clit with hard pressure and then; pulling away, he slaps my pussy with force.
Then drags me under the cold spray, releasing my throat, and leaving me to gasp for air under the onslaught of so many sensations at once.
“I told you.” He threatens. “You did not have permission to come.”
He grabs my nipples as the waves, that I was barely starting to enjoy, fade. But far from gone, my clit is throbbing with the force of it.
I think tonight I am going to be punished.
I shiver in anticipation and the freezing cold that stings my overheated body.
Grabbing me by the hips, Bishop slams into me, thrusting again and again, grasping my knees and holding them up at an angle and pressing down to keep me in position he pistons in and out.
The force of each thrust sending me sliding against the tile floor.
Pounding into me with punishing brutality that has my eyes rolling. The rushing of my own blood filled my ears, blocking out everything else.
Too much, it was too much. I struggled. He held me down harder.
“Please, please Daddy, I want to……fuck I want to be…..fuck…. I want to be…..fuck…. good.” I was so close I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore.
His only response was a deep throated sound of pure need.
He wants to punish me.
The thought tips me over the edge and I fracture, nothing but a thrumming in my blood that renders me boneless. I swear to Christ my soul leaves my body, and I can vaguely feel him continuing to fuck me somewhere in the vicinity.
“No.” He grunts. “You want to be my bad girl.”
An all new tingle starts up and Im crying with pleasure. The sharp sting of each new pulse hits me like never before. It should be fading, but its growing. I can’t hold back the tears, and I think Im begging for mercy.
“You disobeyed.” He breathes. “You didn’t have permission.” Each thrust now pressing my head against the tiles as he lifts me, his hips slamming into mine. “And now you don’t have permission to stop.”
He can’t be serious.
He pulls out and clamps his mouth down on my pussy and continues the assault.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh god oh god. Screaming through the next orgasm is cathartic, but it no longer feels like a release. Now it feels like another level of the climb.
I don’t think I will survive the next one. I can see the devilish smirk on his face as he doubles his efforts. His tongue thrusting into me as his thumbs stroke my clit roughly.
Against my will, I begin to rock to the motion.
More. I need more, please god let it end. Im almost there.
Pushing off from me and laying another slap on my open and bare pussy stalls it again. I want to scream through the tears how much I fucking hate him. But I am equally terrified he will and won’t finish me.
My hands reach without my permission and he clamps onto them.
“Oh no, this is your punishment.” He smiles, seeing my suffering. “I will take you to the edge over and over again before I let you come again..”
This time I can’t hold back my anger.
“Fuck you!” I scream, fighting to get my hands free, flailing my limbs and trying to get out from under him. I realize I am acting crazy.
But I feel crazy and I can only hold it back for so long.
He only laughs. “Ask nicely and I will fuck that sweet pussy.”
Taking my wrists and pushing them down, he presses onto me. Im not sure if Im struggling to get him off of me, or trying to get him into me, but the point is that Im not surrendering.
Changing tactics, I slide my wet pussy up and down his length. The smirk disappears.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were asking to be punished.” He observes me carefully for my reaction.
I don’t know what I want or what Im doing but I need more before I fucking implode. I rub against him harder.
Without another word, he rolls us. Impaling me on his cock in one swift motion and landing a firm smack on my ass, followed by another.
Holding me in place, he slowly fucks me and beats me.
Until I don’t know which sensation Im looking forward to most.
Each one blends into another and impossibly, I am climbing again.
Im throwing myself back against him, just for something to ease the ache that’s spreading and taking over my entire body, begging him. “Please, please, please, please.”
I don’t even know what I’m asking him for.