Chapter 34 A Show #2
She presses her lips together then mutters, “Touché.”
I give her another stern look and cross my arms over my chest as I say, “As I was saying, I’ll make a deal with you.
” I pause, waiting for her to acknowledge what I’m saying and when she nods, I go on, “Finish conditioning your hair and getting you washed up and then, once you’re dry and comfortable, I’ll set up a little scene for you so that you can watch a show. ”
She thinks it over rather dramatically and then gives me a beaming smile as she says, “Deal.”
I condition her hair far more quickly than I washed it. When I move to grab a washcloth to wash her body with, she puts her hand up and says, “No, all that’s clean enough.”
I quirk a brow at her not quite buying her statement but she eyes me steadily until finally I look away, placing the washcloth on the shelf.
I assist her to stand but no sooner have I released her then she’s almost at the shower door, reaching haphazardly for a towel and stepping out onto the rug. “Are you in a hurry?”
She peeks at me over her shoulder, giving me her most salacious smile as she nods. “Don’t want you to chicken out.”
I step out onto the rug beside her, leaning in and whispering, “As if.”
She giggles and I grab another towel, helping her dry her hair so it’s not a sopping mess around her shoulders.
I manage to slide the towel over her shoulders, gathering her hair until it rests against the towel and then attempt to wrap the whole thing up in a high twist as she’s shown me before.
It doesn’t quite work, but it will get the job done for now.
She smiles up at me and offers, “It’s easier when you start upside down.”
I bend down, kiss her nose, and then she’s shooing me away. “Get to business, sir.”
“So demanding,” I respond, my fingers dipping into the waistband of my underwear and sliding along the edge. Her gaze flits between my hands and my eyes as I add, “Is there something you wanted to see here?”
“Stop teasing me, Rafferty.”
I laugh and then push my underwear down my hips, shaking my legs until they fall down to my feet before I kick them to the side. Then she’s staring at my hard cock rather hungrily so I ask, “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
Her eyes jump to mine as she exclaims, “It’s the best idea.”
“I mean, won’t it be like edging yourself?”
“Maybe,” she responds, her eyes still focused on my dick. “But it’s a small price to pay.”
I step into the shower, leaving her in the doorway, and then she says from behind me, “How about you just get ready like you normally would in there and I’ll come back randomly and catch you.”
Lowering the control on the steam I turn the water back on, stepping under it and turning to face the door. She stands there waiting for me to respond so I reply, “Whatever you want, babe.”
She’s already putting her arms through her robe and then tying the sash. “You keep your eyes closed. But please, speak freely.”
Leaning my head back into the stream of hot water, my eyes close as I murmur, “No problem.”
The room falls silent so I assume that she’s left.
I wash my hair, a much quicker job than washing hers, then grab a washcloth, lathering it up with soap before slowly rubbing it against my chest, down my stomach, intentionally not coming in contact with my dick as I let thoughts of her take me away from reality.
I turn into the spray of water, washing the soap away before turning back, adjusting my stance so the water streams down my back, so I won’t get chilled, but the water also won’t wash away the little lubricant my saliva provides.
Then I slide both my hands down my body, one cupping my balls, the other gripping my cock firmly.
I tease myself first, stroking lightly down my shaft and twisting the tip, my other hand squeezing my balls firmly, tugging slightly.
After a few moments of this, I pool saliva in my mouth and lift the hand that was holding my cock close enough to spit in it.
I smear my saliva on the tip, dragging it down my shaft, already feeling those tingles of pleasure in my spine and I whisper, “Cassidy.”
I’m not certain, but I think I hear her soft gasp from the doorway. So I pretend she’s there, watching me, her hands massaging her breasts, her fingers playing with her nipples.
I don’t continue to tease myself, instead setting up the quick, familiar rhythm I know will get me there. A curse falls from my lips on a gasping moan, punctuated by her very audible gasp of appreciation.
That desire inside of me immediately ignites, knowing she’s watching me, hearing her needy sighs of approval. “Look at me, Ren,” her voice breaks through the silence and it may as well be her touch directly on my cock for how it affects me. “I want you to look at me when you come.”
I hold off for a moment, knowing the moment I see the flames of desire in her eyes it’s going to be all over. “You fucking look at me when you fucking come for me,” she commands, and having little choice I immediately open my eyes.
She looks like a fucking goddess. The towel has fallen from her head, her damp hair spills over her shoulders, her robe haphazardly fastened so it’s mostly open to her waist. Her eyes connect with mine, a jolt of desire stabs me in the chest and shoots straight down my spine to my balls.
She lifts her chin and her lips part as she whispers, “That’s right. Now you fucking come for me.”
I don’t bother trying to fight it, knowing it’s a completely lost cause. No sooner are the words out of her mouth than I moan, “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Cum spurts out, some flying through the air while most of it just overflows from the tip onto my hand as I curse and moan, eyes locked with hers as she continues to talk me through it.
I stroke myself a few more times after I’ve finished, wanting to make sure I’ve gotten every last drop out.
She’s now standing there looking particularly proud of herself, though I can tell from her stance that she’s likely feeling a certain way.
Reaching back, I pull the shower head down, keeping my eyes locked with hers as I let the water run down my chest and over my dick before lowering the stream of water, making a good show of washing my cum down the drain.
She shakes her head and says, “What a waste.”
I chuckle and then say, “For now, it will have to do.”
I give myself a quick soaping up to remove the residual film of ejaculate from my skin.
I turn off the water, making sure all the rest of the fancy dials are off before walking toward the shower door.
She’s standing on the rug holding a large bath towel out in front of her and I stop just inside the door and say, “Are you going to dry me now?”
She nods and says, “Just the parts I can reach easily.”
I consider arguing but can tell by the look in her eye there’s no point, so I step out and then stand there allowing her to dry me in all the places she finds accessible.
Then I take the towel from her, quickly drying the harder to reach places.
Once I’m done drying myself, I hang the towel to dry, and when I turn back she’s standing there holding clean clothes for me.
“Thank you,” I say as I take the clothes from her and then as I’m dressing myself I ask, “Are you okay?”
She bobs her head back and forth, but she’s smiling as she responds, “Happy to report that the thrums of desire are still a thing.”
I frown, completely unsure of what I should say. I open my mouth to apologize but she puts her hand up and adds, “It was the perfect way for me to test the waters, so don’t you dare apologize.”
I search her gaze, needing some sort of reassurance that she’s truly okay.
She stares back steadily, lips curved up in a smile that meets her eyes, so I say, “I’m going to need you to take the lead on this, Cass.
This may require you to provide more explicit instructions than you’re used to, but until I know for sure that you’re physically and emotionally ready for that kind of intimacy, I’m not going to be taking the lead. ”
She nods her understanding but then her expression turns coy as she drawls, “So you’ll do anything I ask?”
“Uh,” I hesitate, already hearing the echoes of Declan and some of the guys having a laugh at the demands their own wives have made on them. “I mean, maybe.”
“Don’t look so worried, Ren,” she teases. “You can trust me.”
The look on her face does not scream trust at all, but she doesn’t wait for me to respond, just saunters out if the room, making a show of waving her ass at me.
And I just stand there, knowing full well I’m in trouble.
And not giving one fuck about it.