15. June #2
I step into the shower with him, my nipples hardening at the shift in temperature. I walk right up to him, craning my neck to look up at him as I reach down and grip his shaft. I stroke it, maintaining eye contact with him, and internally rejoice at how he immediately grows in my grasp.
“What are you doing?” he repeats through gritted teeth.
I turn around and press my ass against him, nudging his cock between my legs and gliding it over my wet pussy. “I want you to fuck me, Dom. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He steadies his hand on my waist and digs his fingers into my side. “I don’t think you want that, June.”
I guide him to my hole and penetrate myself with the tip of his cock. “You don’t know what I want, Dom, that’s the problem.”
He shoves into me with force, giving me exactly what I asked for. Dom tilts me forward, bending me at the waist and holds onto my hips as he thrusts inside me. Our bodies slap together, the mixture of tempo and water playing the perfect soundtrack.
I push into him, taking every inch of his wrath and reach between my legs, circling my clit between my fingers and using my other hand to brace myself against the wall. My pussy clenches around him, my orgasm building already at the intensity of the entire situation.
“Is that all you got, Dom?” I taunt him.
Dom slams into me harder and grabs my hand from pleasuring myself. “You’ll come when I say you will.”
I grin and bite at my lip, reveling in the bliss of getting him to do exactly what I want him to without him even realizing it.
“Stop,” I tell him, reaching back and putting my hand against his stomach.
He complies immediately. “Did I hurt you?”
I turn toward him, my gaze locked onto his. “You’re going to have to try harder than that.”
Water trickles down on both of us, our chests heaving at the passion and angst between us. I love this man so fucking much but damn it he pisses me off.
Doesn’t he see that I can handle him? I can handle this life? I can handle whatever fucking secrets he’s keeping from me? We don’t need the distance, the lies, the pushing each other away. We are better together, all of us are, and I don’t know why he can’t just fucking see that.
I prop my foot up on the bench and tug him toward me.
He wraps his arm around my waist and rubs his cock over my soaked pussy. Dom slips his thumb inside, and as he’s pulling it out, he thrusts into me with his shaft. He brings the same thumb up and traces it across my lips before popping it in my mouth.
I rock my hips toward him and suck on his thumb, biting down when he slows down his thrusts. I nibble on the tip of it as he drags it out. “I told you to fuck me.” I drop my leg and nudge him to the bench. “Sit down and I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Dom is anything but submissive—he’s dominant in every single fucking way, but right now, he is butter in my hands and he cannot gain an ounce of control over me—not when I’m so hellbent on giving him a taste of his own medicine.
I climb onto his lap and lower myself onto his rock-hard shaft. I move slowly at first, but then clench my pussy and ride him harder and faster.
With one hand on my waist, and the other gripping my tit, he sucks on my nipple and pulls it between his teeth.
I moan and hold onto his shoulders, my ecstasy just around the corner.
Dom moves his palm from my side and onto my ass. He slides his pointer finger down until it's resting on my puckered hole. He applies pressure, penetrating it gently.
I arch toward him, giving him permission, and savoring the heightened pleasure.
“One of these days.” He brings his other hand up to my throat and tilts my chin toward him. “We are going to fill every one of your holes.” Dom slides the tip of his finger in and rests it there.
I lean down and moan, my face just against his. “Why stop there?” Because after all, I have three holes and two hands…
He grips a fistful of my hair and forces my attention on his. “What is that supposed to mean?”
I fuck him harder and pull against his restraint.
The pain only fueling my orgasm that much more.
I grind his shaft, the pressure just fucking right to hit my clit at the same time.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders and climax around him, my body nearly convulsing with tremors.
But instead of riding him through until his hits, I stop moving and plant a kiss on his lips.
“This, right here”—I climb off of him, his aching cock throbbing with want—“is what it feels like to love you.”
He stares at me, a look of complete fucking bewilderment on his face as the water still flows onto him. “Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you.”
I don’t return and give him what he wants. No, I walk away and leave him there yearning for more and not understanding why I left him when he needed me the most.
It’s more difficult than I thought it would be, especially when I steal another glance at the beautiful man with flecks of silver in his beard and hair.
If this is what it takes to get through his thick skull that something needs to change, then so be it.
He doesn’t listen or pay attention to any of my other tactics, and if this is the only way to make him see something is wrong, then I’ll fuck him until his balls are blue every day of the week.
Maybe then his cock and balls will feel what my heart does when he gives me a little just to take it away.