Chapter 5
Evie
The bathroom fills up with steam as Dru undresses, then slips the robe from my shoulders and pulls me with her into the oversized shower stall.
Inside it’s all sleek gray subway tiles.
There’s a bench built into one side, and a waterfall fixture overhead, plus two hand sprayers, one on each end of the shower.
“Mmm, this is nice,” I tell her. “Decadent. Such a sybarite, you are.”
Dru answers with a low growl as she pulls me in tight, dragging me under the warm fall of water to kiss me.
Her lips are soft, demanding as she slips her tongue into my mouth.
She tastes of coffee and a hint of maple syrup, and her mouth on mine is too good.
Her naked, wet flesh right up against mine feels amazing, filling me up with an aching desire.
But she pulls away after only a few moments and spins me around until my back is pressed against the front of her lean body, and her hands are hard on my hips, holding me tight.
“Tell me I can spank you,” she says.
“Yes, I need it. Please.”
“Say it, Evie. Tell me exactly what you want.”
I draw in a breath, savoring the words before they’re even out of my mouth. “I want you to spank me. Please, Dru.”
She kisses my neck, her mouth trailing down to my shoulder, where she bites into my skin, just enough to hurt, and I go hot all over as pleasure swarms my system.
“Mmm, I love that…”
Her hands move over my stomach, up to my breasts, and she gathers them in her palms, her thumbs sweeping over my nipples.
Sensation is like one jagged bolt after another skimming over my skin, then spearing deep into my body.
My pussy is soaking wet and throbbing. When she pinches both nipples at once, I gasp, need shimmering through me like a shock.
“Do you like that?” she asks. Demands.
“Mmm, yes.”
She does it again, then again, pumping my nipples between her fingers while she kisses and bites my neck and my shoulders until my legs are shaking. With sensation. With the dominance she wields so naturally.
“Ah, God, that’s good, Dru.”
“How good?” Her voice rumbles in my ear, the heat of her breath hot on my cheek.
“So good,” I answer between panting breaths. “So, so good. I need more.”
Her hands slide over my sides, then down my stomach, and my body clenches in anticipation.
“Spread,” she commands, and I do.
One hand slips over my folds, and I’m sure she can feel how wet and ready I am for her. Her other hand goes into my hair and pulls.
“Ah, yes, please…”
Her fingers dig in, and she slowly pulls my head back until it rests on her shoulder, and I love the sensation of her gripping my hair so tightly.
It hurts a little, but that only adds to the pleasure of it, the sense of really being held.
Possessed by her. And as she holds me so tightly, her fingers slide over my mound, between the folds of my aching pussy until she finds my clit.
She begins to work it right away, rubbing in tight circles, hitting all the most sensitive spots, and pleasure rises up in me.
Very quickly I lose myself in the sensations pouring through my system: her kissing and biting my neck, pulling my hair, her fingers on my needy little clit sending shockwaves through me.
And behind me, the hard contours of her naked body pressed up against mine. The knowledge that it’s them.
Dru.
“Come for me, baby,” she murmurs, a rough edge to her voice that in itself is like another physical touch to me, as if she had one more hand stroking over my hungry flesh.
I want to answer, but all that comes out of my mouth is a ragged, panting breath as she gives my clit a hard pinch. It hurts; it feels fucking amazing. And I fall over that edge, lost in pleasure as my hips arch into her hand, begging for more.
Before my climax has a chance to fade, she lets go of my hair to slip her other hand down my back, then under me so she can fuck me from behind.
Her fingers slip inside my pussy—two, maybe three—and she pumps into me, still working my clit.
In moments I shatter again, shivering against her, crying out as pleasure roars through me.
“One more time, baby,” she commands.
I don’t even have time to think about it.
She curves her fingers to hit my g-spot, and releases my clit to move to my nipple.
She twists it, pinches it, and the pain and the pleasure are all one thing.
Sensation rises so quickly, taking me with it, and my head empties out before yet another climax washes over me, my body shaking with the power of it.
As it begins to fade away, my legs are almost too weak to hold me up, and she eases me down onto the bench.
She takes the sprayer and aims the water at my shoulders, then my breasts, her hands following, smoothing lightly over my skin, and it feels amazing.
Tender. Caring. Lovely. Then she gets down on her knees in front of me, caresses my face and kisses my mouth, then my hands one at a time, making me shiver.
She tilts my chin with her fingers. “How are you doing, baby?”
“Mmm, so good,” I say, then a giggle escapes me. “Sorry…”
“No need to be sorry. You’re just full of all the feel-good brain chemicals. And I haven’t even spanked you yet. But from the way your body responds to pain, I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it.”
“So am I,” I tell her. “Can you spank me now, please?”
She smiles, brushes a kiss across my lips. “Since you ask so nicely. Do you think you can stand?”
I nod and get to my feet. “Yes, I can stand.”
“Good girl. Now face the wall and bend over a little, and brace your hands there.”
I do as she says, a strange sensation coming over me.
Maybe it’s because of the three mind-blowing orgasms I’ve just had.
Or maybe it’s the way she’s commanding me and caring for me all at the same time.
All I know is my body is buzzing and my mind is sort of floaty, although I’m very much present, in the moment, hyper-aware of everything: her beautiful body, her voice, her touch as she steadies me.
The warm water, the sensuality of the steam floating like clouds around us. The scent of sandalwood from her soap.
She presses her body against my back once more, and kisses the back of my neck, then trails kisses down my spine as one hand comes to rest on my belly, and her other hand sweeps over my ass before she gives it a little smack.
I find myself smiling; I can’t help it. Then she smacks me again, harder this time, and my smile spreads.
“Are we green, Evie?”
“Yes, definitely green.”
She smacks the other cheek, then begins an even cadence, slapping one cheek, then the other.
And it’s lighting me up inside, a light that’s pure desire, and something else I vaguely remember feeling when my ex spanked me, except it was never like this.
No, now I feel like every smack of her hand on my flesh is stroking between my thighs, and making my heart throb with need and happiness.
She spanks me harder, the sound echoing off the shower walls, and my wet skin makes it really sting in a way that’s entirely new to me. And god, I fucking love it.
I realize I’m moaning, but I can’t seem to stop. Not that I really want to; it all feels too good.
Her mouth is next to my ear when she murmurs, “You still good, darlin’? We can stop any time.”
“Noooo,” I wail, then stop myself when I realize what I’m doing.
She chuckles, a low, soft sound. “You’re doing really well, Evie. I’m so proud of you.”
Her words just fill me up inside. It’s warmth and a kind of joy, along with the sensation itself. My pussy is throbbing, needy. I need to touch her.
“Dru, please,” I gasp.
“What is it? What do you want, baby?”
“I need to touch you. I need to please you.”
“You are pleasing me. You have no idea how much.”
“Yes, but I want to feel your skin under my hands… under my mouth. I need to kiss you. Please?”
She immediately spins me around, and her mouth comes down on mine, opening for me. No one has ever kissed me the way she does; as if I belong to her. As if she wants to drink me in. And it’s heady as hell.
When she finally pulls back, she sits down on the bench. “Do whatever you need to, darlin’.”
I smile as I use both hands to part her thighs, then I take the hand sprayer and meet her sparkling gaze, her eyes more ferociously golden than I’ve ever seen them.
Lioness. Lion. Both all at once, which defines her so well. Masc and fem energy so beautifully blended, it’s intoxicating..
“May I?” I ask.
“Yes, anything,” she says. They say.
With my hand on one of her smooth thighs, I aim the sprayer between them, and she spreads a little wider, leaning back against the tiled wall.
I pause to get down on my knees, and use my free hand to part her folds until their pink clit comes into view.
And holding their labia open, I point the spray right at their clit.
In moments they’re moaning, and I can’t wait to touch her, taste her.
I put the sprayer back into its bracket, and go in with hands and mouth.
I stroke their clit first with my fingers, then bend to use my tongue, one long, slow lick after another.
Her hands go into my wet hair, and I drink her in, that fresh taste, like musk and the ocean.
I carefully press two fingers inside, thrusting gently her while I work their clit with my tongue.
I shift the tiniest bit, and she lets out a sharp groan, signaling her pleasure, and I stay in that spot, licking and licking that tight nub.
“Oh, fuck… Evie…”
I keep at it, loving every panting breath, every arch of her hips, the clenching of their hot pussy around my fingers and they begin to shake. Then the hard clenching and their wild groans as she comes into my hand, into my mouth.