9. Atticus #2
An idea from the previous night pops into my head, and I smile to myself. Lowering her to her feet, I guide her into the shower with my hands on her hips, walking her beneath the water until her hair and skin are wet.
Lifting my hands, I push the water off her face, then cup her cheeks, lean down, and kiss her. Our lips are wet as I slip my tongue into her mouth, tilting her head back a little so I can take control of the kiss.
Pulling back, I keep one hand on her cheek while I run the other down her throat, giving the collar at her throat a gentle tug as I make my way down her body, skimming the skin between her heavy breasts and over her stomach until I pause once I’m cupping her pussy.
“Are you sore?” I question.
“A little,” she admits, her gaze unsure.
“You took me so well last night, Princess. I filled you up with my cum over and over until it was dripping out of you. I bet you’re still wet with me this morning, aren’t you?”
Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, she offers me a minute shrug.
“I’m going to check. Would you like that, Princess?”
She nods.
Arching an eyebrow, I wait.
“Yes, please…Sir.”
“Anything for you, Princess,” I coo, carefully slipping a single finger into her cunt.
Despite the water sluicing over us, I can feel the remnants of my cum dried on her cunt and thighs, but she’s slick and hot and…wet as I push my finger into her body.
“Hmm,” I hum. “I dirtied this perfect little pussy up last night. I know exactly how to get it nice and clean again.”
Withdrawing my finger, I reach behind us for the removable showerhead.
The moment I lift it from its stand, water starts to gush from it.
Checking the temperature is not too hot, I guide it between her legs until it’s aimed straight at her clit and entrance, moving it up and down until her eyes widen and I know I’ve found the right angle.
“There we go, Princess. Let’s get that messy cunt all clean,” I rasp.
Lemon’s eyes go wide as the water starts to massage her clit and pound against her hole.
“Oh,” she exclaims. “I think that’s clean,” she mumbles, her fingers gripping my arm tightly as she tries to push it away.
“We need to make your pretty little pussy clench and squeeze out all the cum I filled you with last night,” I tell her, watching her eyes go even wider.
“I don’t…”
“Why don’t you try turning around and pressing those swollen nipples of yours against the glass. I think a little friction on them and the water pulsing at your clit will make you come nice and hard, don’t you, Princess?”
Her lips part, but I pull the water away from her core and quickly turn her to face the glass shower wall, beyond grateful that the designer convinced me that paying the extra cost for demisting glass was worth it.
Once I have her turned around, I place a hand on her back and move her forward until I can see the reflection of her tits pressed against the glass in the mirror on the wall.
Repositioning the showerhead between her thighs, I move it until she jerks and lets out a low moan, letting me know I’ve found the right angle.
The image in the mirror is just as obscene as I imagined it would be.
Her large breasts are pressed against the glass, her hands splayed out on either side of them while her face cycles through a range of emotions until it lands on need.
“There we go, Princess. Are you close?” I purr.
“I-I…” she stutters.
“Let me help,” I coo, dipping my free hand down and opening her pussy lips up so the water lands directly on her clit.
“Oh…Sir,” she gasps, her knees trying to buckle as the unrelenting pulse of water starts to do its job.
“There we go,” I drawl. “To get nice and clean, you need to come hard enough to squeeze out all of the cum I filled you with. So I don’t want you to come until you’re desperate.”
“I am desperate,” she rasps breathily.
“Not yet, you’re not. But you will be. I’ll tell you when it’s time.”
“What?” she questions.
“You heard me, Princess. I’ll tell you when you’re ready to come hard enough. If you don’t come hard enough, we’ll have to start all over again, and I’ll bet your clit is starting to feel almost as swollen and hot as your perfect nipples, isn’t it?”
“I’m ready,” she pants a little desperately already.
“Not yet, Princess. You’ll wait for me, won’t you? You’ll wait until I tell you it’s time, won’t you, Lemon?”
“I don’t think I can,” she admits.
“You can, Princess, because you agreed to do as I say, and I haven’t told you that it’s time yet.”
“I…”
Her words trail off as I start to move the showerhead, slowly rocking it and changing the trajectory of the water so it pulses first against her clit, then into her pussy in a slow wave.
“Sir,” she whines.
“Wait, Lemon. Wait until I tell you,” I coax, rocking the showerhead up and down as she starts to move with it, riding the stream like it’s a solid entity, not simply water.
Holding her pussy open against the onslaught, I move the spray so most of it is aimed at her clit, listening to her breathing catch as I roll the water in pulsing waves against her until her desperate words become a begging mantra.
“Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir.”
“There we go, Princess. I think you’re ready. Let’s see if you can come hard enough,” I praise, twisting the lever on the side of the showerhead until the water is focused into a powerful torrent from the center of the wand.
Lemon’s body bends almost double as she comes on a scream that echoes around the room, bouncing off the tiles that seem to amplify the sound. With the water hitting her clit without reprieve, she cries out again and again until I push the lever and the pressure lessens.
Sagging against me, her hands struggle to find purchase on the slippery wet glass, so I slip the hand that has been holding her pussy open up her body, banding my arm around her waist to make sure she doesn’t fall.
“Beautiful,” I rasp against her ear, holding her naked body against mine.
“Oh. My. God,” she finally pants.
“You did so well, Princess. Can you stand so I can check you’re clean enough?” I ask, smiling to myself.
“Yes,” she says, locking her knees and dragging her limp body upright as she grinds her full ass against my hard cock.
Carefully loosening my arm from around her waist, I make sure that her legs are steady before I let go, slipping my hand down her ass and between her thighs.
Pushing into her with a single finger, I make a show of slipping it in and out of her several times.
“Perfect and clean,” I declare. “Bend over, spread your legs, and keep your hands flat against the glass,” I tell her.
“What?” she questions, twisting to look at me over her shoulder.
“Your clit and pussy aren’t the only things that got messy last night, are they?” I say with a smirk.
Her eyes go wide the moment understanding dawns on her. “You want to…” She trails off, not managing to say the words.
“I might not have filled your ass up with my cum last night, but we still need to make sure that it’s nice and clean, don’t we?”
“No, I can.”
“What did I ask you to do, Princess?” I question.
“Atticus.”
“Sir,” I snap.
“Sir, I can. I don’t…”
Instead of repeating my order, I wait. Lemon isn’t a brat, and I’m not a strict Dom, but I want her submission, and part of that is her understanding that I won’t back down unless it’s something she really doesn’t want to do.
But I don’t think that’s the case here. She’s definitely inexperienced with anal play, but she enjoyed having me toy with her ass last night.
She pushed herself deeper onto my finger to get my mouth on her clit and came fast and hard when I finger fucked her virgin hole.
After a long, strained moment, she shuffles her legs wider and bends at the waist, her fingers turning white as she pushes hard against the glass.
Grinning happily, I open her ass cheeks with one hand and then aim the showerhead at her tight hole.
“Ohh,” she gasps as the water bounces over her pucker.
“Relax, Princess. Let me help,” I say, trying to keep the smug amusement out of my voice.
As I rub my fingertip over her hole, I watch as her muscles start to relax.
When most of the tension has subsided, I push the tip of my finger against her hole, watching as she tenses, then visibly relaxes, letting me slide my finger slowly inside of her.
Pulling out, I keep the water aimed just above her hole, then push inside of her again, repeating the action several times before she starts to push back against my finger.
But water isn’t a natural lubricant, and without using her own arousal like I did last night, I don’t want to try to do any more.
“All clean,” I reluctantly announce, hooking the showerhead back onto the wall as the water flowing out of it stops. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her upright, feeling the way her chest is heaving. “You did so well, Princess.”
“I thought…” she rasps.
“You thought I planned to take your ass?” I ask, amused.
“I…”
“Eventually, if that’s something we both want, I’ll enjoy seeing your ass full of my cock, but not like this, and certainly not today.”
“But you…”
“Played with your virgin hole,” I finish for her. “Yes, Princess, I did, and you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
Her wide eyes look up at me as I spin her to face me.
“It’s okay, I won’t make you say it, because your body already told me everything. You liked my finger fucking your tight hole. You liked feeling the water push against it, and when you ask me to, we’ll both enjoy the way it feels when I fill your ass with my cum.”
A soft whimper falls from her parted lips, and I bend down and capture them in a kiss, swallowing the sound as she melts into me.
Pulling back, I fill my hands with soap and help her clean the rest of her body just as thoroughly as her pussy and ass, working her poor engorged nipples between my fingers over and over until her breathing becomes shallow again.