27. Yes Please
YES PLEASE
R owan
I watched her strip the clothes from her curvy body and toss them onto the floor, but I leaned against the sink and watched. Not making a move toward her yet.
She took a step toward the running water and paused, looking back at me. “Are you coming?” she questioned. I knew what she wanted, but I wanted to prove a point first.
“I’ll be along, leave the door open,” I replied.
Aspen stared at me, the confusion as clear as a cloudless day in her eyes, but she’d understand soon enough. She stepped beneath the spray, and I watched in fiery fascination as the water hit her chest and streamed down her stomach and thick thighs.
The shower was a walk-in style with a clear glass wall and entrance, and then a black and white tiled wall and floor.
There was a small bump out that could serve as a seat it needed, but the rest was open.
It was easily big enough for three of me to comfortably stand in, which had been my intention, I just never imagined it would come in handy for something like this.
There were two shower heads. One that was attached and stuck out overhead, letting water fall down like rain.
The other was a handheld one that had to be turned on separately when used.
She glanced back over her shoulder at me as she used her hands to rub body wash over her shoulders.
“Enjoying the show, cowboy?”
“Oh, the show is just getting started, little angel. Do you remember my instructions this morning?” I asked casually.
Her hand froze midway down her arm, and her eyes widened as it all came back to her.
She was lucky I had the tracker already implanted, so I knew she was here in her studio; otherwise, with everything going on with her ex, I would’ve panicked.
I wasn’t mad by any means. I just worried about her safety with that nutball still on the loose.
Wyatt hadn’t been able to locate him; his phone was back at his house in Vegas, where it hadn’t moved or been used in five days.
Which meant he left it behind and was more than likely using a burner—if he had a phone on him at all.
“Okay, but listen, I get caught up sometimes. I’m sorry, Rowan,” she started, her eyes giving that pleading look that I only enjoyed when it was done in lust from her knees.
I held up my hand in an effort to stop her. “Aspen, little angel, I don’t want an apology in the form of words. I’m expecting a show right now.”
She released a breath, and her lips formed a small ‘oh’ . Her hands started slowly moving down her arms again. “I can do that,” she said as she turned and leaned against the wall, her hands slipping down over her breasts.
“Squeeze them, angel,” I growled as my jeans were beginning to feel tight as fuck. Her fingertips glided along and circled her nipples before she gently pinched them between her thumb and pointer finger. “Harder.”
She gasped as she did what I said. “Fuck, Rowan,” she whispered.
“Turn on the other shower head, Aspen, and pull it down.”
She stared at me for a moment before reaching over and turning the lever that turned it on. She pulled it from the holster and let the water run down her chest as she stared at me, waiting for instructions. I stepped out of my boots and pulled my shirt off.
“Rinse off, little angel.” I watched her release a quick breath as she started to rinse the soap from her body.
When she started rinsing around her hips, I smirked and unbuttoned my jeans.
I told her to stop, and she looked back up at me, waiting.
I knew her pulse was racing, waiting for what I’d tell her to do, and I loved it—the power and control she allowed me to have over her, even if she was truly the one in control the entire time.
The power given to me was just an illusion, but one I loved and cherished because it came from her.
I pushed my jeans and boxers off in one swoop and then stepped into the shower, standing next to the controls for the shower head.
She stared up at me as the water was running down between her thighs, and I stared back as her gaze slid down to my cock.
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she stared—I knew she wanted to touch me, and I was happy that she’d learned that during this game, she had to listen.
“Spread your legs apart, little angel,” I murmured gently. Her gaze snapped back up toward mine, and she stepped her feet apart. “Good girl, now I want you to grind that little cunt of yours against the shower head.”
“But…I—” she started, but stopped when I shook my head.
“Now, Aspen,” I growled. She slowly moved the shower head between her thighs and bit her lip again.
It was on full spray right now, so it would feel good, but not quite what we were going for right now.
But I’d let her get comfortable before I upped the pressure.
“Close your eyes and lean your head back on the wall. Then bring the water closer to your clit.”
She did as I said, her hips bucking slightly when the water started pelting her where I wanted. I smiled as her hips gently rocked against it.
“Do you want to come, little angel?” She nodded her head quickly. “I bet you do. Your mind may have forgotten because it was so involved in your work today, but your body hasn’t forgotten what a wet little mess I left you in today, has it?”
“No, Rowan. It hasn’t forgotten,” she whispered, her eyes still closed.
“Good girl.” I reached over, one hand wrapping around her wrist to hold her steady, while the other hand hit the button to switch the shower head from full spray to massage spray.
She gasped and tried to pull it away, but I held firm.
“Ah, don’t move, little angel. I want you to feel every bit of this. ”
I stepped closer to her, my hard cock pressing against her hip as I held the shower head against her clit.
“You’re going to love this next part, Aspen,” I whispered as her hips started grinding against the water jet. “We haven’t tried temperature play yet, but I think it’ll be one of your favorites.”
Her eyes slowly opened, and she looked up at me as I reached back over and turned the water from hot to cold.
“Fuck!” she moaned. “Rowan! It’s too cold, please,” she pleaded.
I gave it another few seconds before I reached over and turned it back to hot, where it was.
Her breathing started to even out as the temperature started to change back, but it picked up when it settled back on hot again.
“I’m so close, please. Please let me come,” she whimpered, her fists clenching down at her side.
“Maybe,” I replied as I reached back over, turning the water to cold again.
Her eyes were wide as she gasped and released a shaky moan.
I knew she was getting closer the more the cold water pelted her, but it was so foreign that her brain couldn’t accept it.
She pleaded again, and I smirked as I turned it back to hot, her breath returning back to normal.
“Do you trust me, little angel?” I whispered as I leaned down and kissed her collarbone and continued down to her breast.
Pulling her nipple into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it and gently sucked. She let out a breathy moan. “Yes,” she said.
“Good,” I replied as I let go of her breast. “So trust me when I tell you that my greedy little cunt is going to come.”
I turned the water back to cold, pressed the shower head against her clit, and then wrapped my hand around her throat, slowly cutting off her air supply. Her eyes closed as her hips thrusted against the water, moving the spray from her cunt to her clit over and over again.
“That’s right, angel. Ride it for me. Be a good girl and come for me,” I growled as I squeezed her throat again.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she went still for just a moment before I released my hold on her air supply, and she sucked in a shaky breath and moaned.
She looked up at me, tears in her baby blue eyes as she finally came.
I reached over and turned the shower head off, put it back in its holster, and stepped under the big one to rinse myself off while she caught her breath. She was still catching her breath when she looked over at me, and then her gaze fell back to my cock again.
“Please,” she asked quietly.
“Please, what, Aspen?”
She bit her lower lip and rolled it between her teeth before her gaze met mine again. “I want you to fuck my throat again.”
I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, handing it to her. “Get dried off and then I want you on the bed, head hanging off the side for me.”
She took the towel, wrapped it around herself, and then walked out of the shower. I grabbed a second towel, dried myself off, and gave her a moment to get ready for me. She wanted me to fuck her. I would be more than happy to oblige.
I hung the towel up and walked out into the bedroom to find her exactly where I wanted her. Her braided hair hung off the side of the bed, where she was lying flat on her back.
“Bring your knees up and spread your thighs for me,” I told her. Her brows came together, but she did what I asked. “Thank you, angel. Your hands won’t be bound this time, so if it becomes too much, just tap my thigh three times. Sound good?”
“Yes, perfect,” she said with a smile.
I walked toward her head, and she opened her mouth with her tongue out and ready. “Fuck, Aspen. Always so eager and ready,” I growled. I wrapped my fingers around my stiff cock and ran the tip over her tongue. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
She let out a breathy moan, and I smiled. “Do you know what happens to good girls, Aspen?” She shook her head slightly, leaving her mouth open for me. So I shoved my cock into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat, and she gagged around me.
“They get fucked, little angel,” I said with a groan as she wrapped her lips tightly around my shaft. “That’s right, be a good girl for me, okay?”
She moaned around me while I slowly fucked her mouth, her tongue swirling around me, and her mouth tightening as she sucked.
I looked down and smiled when I saw how wet she was.
Leaning down and shoving my cock further into her mouth, I used one hand to balance myself on the bed.
The opposite hand I used to run between her soaked folds.
It wasn’t until I shoved three fingers deep into her waiting cunt, though, that her mouth suddenly stopped moving.
“Oh, Aspen, is that distracting?” I asked with a smirk as I started to roughly fuck her with my fingers. “I bet if I made you come enough, I could fit all five fingers in here, couldn’t I?”
She started sucking harder then, her hands sliding up my thighs and wrapping around to hold my hips close to her as if I was going to try to pull away right now.
I was struggling to not come down her throat the second she started sucking—I wasn’t going anywhere.
This woman made me feel like a high school kid sometimes, who couldn’t last more than three pumps.
My thumb pressed against her clit in small, slow circles as I slowly added a fourth finger to her cunt. It slowly stretched around the addition, and I could feel her moan around my length as her thighs began to quiver.
“That’s right, angel. I want to feel you squeeze my fingers as I come down your throat. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?” I asked breathlessly.
I felt her nod her head and I sank my cock deeper.
Her nails dug into my back, and I knew I was cutting off her air supply like this, but her cunt squeezed around my fingers, and she started to come.
My thighs clenched as the tingling started at the base of my spine, and I felt myself shoot spurts of come down her throat.
I pulled back enough so she could swallow, and I pulled my fingers from her pussy.
I started to stand, but she kept sucking as she looked up at me, licking her come from my fingers. I stared back until I couldn’t take a moment more of her slick little tongue.
“Fuck, angel,” I muttered as I leaned down and laid a sloppy kiss on her lips.
She tasted like me, and when our tongues met and our tastes mingled, it took every ounce of willpower I had to pull away.
I ran my clean hand through the few hairs that escaped her braid and kissed her forehead.
“You are phenomenal. We have time for a shower, a real one this time, and then we can get ready for dinner.”
She blushed, and a soft smile graced her face. “Yes, please.”
I scooped her up and carried her back to the bathroom, turning the hot water back on. I took the shower wand and wet her hair, shampooing it for her, rinsing, and then adding in the conditioner.
“Can I do you? Wash your hair, I mean?” she asked while I let her hair set.
I smiled. “Of course you can.”
She wet my hair and shampooed it for me, running her nails against my scalp.
I could’ve stayed there forever, honestly.
I almost wish we could, but she wanted to meet my family, and I wanted her to feel welcomed.
We conditioned my hair, rinsed both of us, and then decided to wash our own bodies, lest we get sidetracked again with wandering hands.
We finished up together, and I thanked all of the gods above for the billionth time that this girl was all mine.