Chapter 3
Who knew that lathering someone in soap could actually be kind of hot? Because that thought sure as hell never crossed my mind.
Not until now, at least.
I was on my knees, running the loofah up Jake’s thick, meaty thighs. Water ran down his body, following the curves and dips of his muscles.
“Take your time,” he told me as he combed his fingers through my wet hair. “I want you to learn to take care of others. That’s how you become a good submissive.”
I wanted to argue, to roll my eyes, and tell him exactly where he could shove his rules.
But I didn’t, and instead, I continued working because part of me liked this unfamiliar experience of washing another person’s body.
It was novel and surprisingly sensual. It was something I would have never thought to try.
I continued, slowly working my way up his legs.
Jake rested his hand on my head while he stroked his cock with the other.
I worked my way up to his groin, feeling strangely calm, as though tending to him had some kind of relaxing effect on me.
It resulted in me being much too honest, much too quick.
“You know,” I said as I ran the loofah along the back of his thighs. “I really liked it when you held me by the throat and pinned me down.”
I could hear Jake’s smug smile when he said, “Yeah?”
A blush crept up my neck.
“I’ll keep that in mind then,” Jake added after a moment.
I ran the loofah back to the front of his body, and started working on lathering his cock with the sudsy soap. Eventually, I ditched the loofah in favor of my hands, gliding them all over his groin area.
Jake tilted his head back and groaned as I touched him. “Feels good, Dawson. You’re doing a good job.”
I used both hands, moving them in a twisting motion. “You like this?”
“Uh-huh.” A single nod. “You’re doing so well that I’m thinking of rewarding you.”
The thought of a reward made my stomach flip in ways I never thought possible. I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t at least a little bit curious about this so-called reward.
Would he, perhaps, finally fuck me? God damn it, I sure hoped so.
He carefully peeled my hands from his sudsy dick, and side-stepped me. To my surprise, and my frustration, he patted me on the head.
“There,” he said with a smirk. “Your reward.”
The simmering rage inside me returned.
What the actual fuck?
He couldn’t be serious. There was no way that was my big reward. I mean, come on, a head pat? I could do those myself, thank you very much.
I felt completely humiliated, and I decided he should know exactly how much. I glared at him as he rinsed himself off under the streaming water, his hands running all over his body.
I didn’t let it distract me as I continued to glare.
“You’re staring,” he said, eyes still closed.
“Yeah,” I snapped. “Because I’m wondering why the fuck you rewarded me with a pat on the head.”
Jake just laughed, his hands now running all over his chiseled torso. When he finally stepped out from under the shower head, he held out his hand to me. “Stand up. It’s your turn.”
I took his hand. He pulled me to my feet. “Honestly, I’d much rather get to the part where we’re having sex.”
Jake still had a devious glint in his eyes, and I wondered if he had been serious about the ‘no fucking’ part.
Without a word, he placed his hand back on my neck and leaned down to kiss me, deep and slow and full of tongue. “Maybe if you learn to beg,” he whispered against my lips. “I’ll consider it.”
I scoffed as he kissed me some more, his grip tightening around my throat.
“As if,” I rasped.
He continued kissing me, still smiling against my lips. “Try. You might discover something else that you like.”
His hand ran down the front of my abdomen, finding its way down to my cock. He ran his index finger along the length, making me go weak in the knees. It was as though every inch of me was sensitive to his touch.
“I’m waiting,” he purred, still running his finger along my cock.
Was this man seriously not going to fuck me unless I begged? I tried to tell myself that I’d settle for his hand, that I didn’t need to beg.
His hand wrapped around me, stroking me with painful slowness.
Who was I kidding? I wanted Jake to fuck me very much.
I muttered something unintelligible under my breath.
“Did you say something, Dawson?” Jake asked, trailing kisses along the top of my chest.
I wanted to scream. “I said,” I repeated through gritted teeth. “‘Please’.”
“Please what?” he asked as his grip tightened just a tad more around my throat.
I swallowed, my Adam’s apple pressing against his hand. “Please,” I rasped. “Fuck me.”
He held the pressure around my neck for a moment longer before releasing me. “Are you going to be a good boy and do as you're told?”
My cock throbbed, even though he had stopped. I kind of wish he had continued to hold pressure around my neck. It was such a fucking turn-on.
I met his gaze, heart pounding and with a slight blood rush to my head. “Yes,” I said with a slow nod. “I’ll be a good boy.”
Jake’s smile turned wicked as he grabbed me, turned me around, and pressed me against the wall. His body pressed up behind me, pinning me in place. I was very aware of the heat coming from his cock as it rested between my cheeks.
He took me by my wrists, pinning them above my head, and, as embarrassing as it was, I stuck out my ass, rubbing myself against his cock.
“Look at you,” he said, squeezing my butt with his free hand. “I think you might be liking this.”
I did. I really, really did. I never had this kind of hook-up before, and usually I treated sex like a means to an end. It was something you did to get off, nothing more.
But with Jake? I couldn’t deny that there could be much more to sex than I originally thought.
His fingers traced the outline of my entrance, teasing me.
“Lube,” I said quickly. “In my toiletry bag, on the counter.”
The pressure of his body against mine momentarily lifted as he stepped out of the shower to get my lube.
I realized that I didn’t dare move, waiting for his next instructions.
“Spread your cheeks,” he told me, stepping back inside.
I reached behind myself with trembling hands and spread myself open for Jake.
It only took a few seconds for the cold slick to make contact with my hole. I let out a soft whine as he slipped his fingers inside, covering my walls in it.
All it took was one look from him, and I knew I had to keep begging. “Please, Jake. Please put your dick inside me.”
He seemed satisfied, as he grabbed me by the hips and arched my ass out further. I held on to the wall, fingers curling into the small space between the tiles for grip.
I wiggled my hips, rubbing my ass against his cock, whining. I was bordering on sexual frustration, so I chased after whatever friction I could get.
He leaned over me, one hand gripping my hip and the other lacing itself over my neck, exactly where it should be.
“You’re so sexy when you beg,” he said, voice low, as he pushed his cock inside.
I let out a pained gasp as my ass stretched, taking his thickness. It had been a while since I had taken a cock quite this big. It took a moment for the both of us to settle and another for me to unclench my cheeks.
He tilted my head back and kissed me, pulling his hips backward and gliding his cock halfway out before plunging back in.
“Mmph—” I said into his mouth.
“It’s alright,” he reassured me against my lips.
He kept a firm grip on my neck and repeated the motion of his hips a few more times, easing me into it.
For a man who liked to dominate and tease, I had to admit that I appreciated how considerate he could be. Was this also the appeal of having someone else take control like this?
He picked up the pace, and my fingers struggled to keep a firm grip on the slippery, wet wall. He thrust in short, hard bursts, filling me as far as his cock would go.
With each thrust, my guard chipped away some more.
“Please don’t stop,” I moaned.
“You like—” He grunted. “—Getting fucked by a Dom?”
“Uh-huh,” I mewled.
“Say it.”
I wanted to say it. I wanted Jake to know.
“I love getting fucked by you,” I cried.
I didn’t even care that I was saying such embarrassing things right now. That was tomorrow’s problem. Jake even rewarded it with a kiss.
He grabbed me by my midsection, pulling out, and spinning me back to face him. Without a word, he lifted my leg over his shoulder and slipped back in.
“Please choke me,” I gasped as he started fucking me.
He responded with another, bruising kiss and grabbed me by the throat. As he squeezed me, my eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure. Our tongues danced, circling each other in a sloppy, heated exchange.
Jake fucked me hard, grunting into my mouth with each pounding thrust. My body was on fire, every inch of me burned with intensity and want.
I had become his, and I didn’t even know it yet.
My dick was leaking as it was caught between the friction of our bodies. I cried into his mouth, so close to my climax.
I broke away from his mouth. “Jake—” I gasped. “—I’m gonna come!”
He growled in response, pressing deeper into me, picking up the tempo. Rolling waves overtook me, and the next thing I knew, I was coming all over our bellies. I cried out as my body shuddered with the violent release.
Jake didn’t slow down. He rumbled under his breath and continued pounding into me.
I cried out as his fingers curled into the soft part of my throat.
Jake let out a deep, primal growl. “I’m almost there—”
His hips jerked forward one final time, and I felt his cock filling me with his warm seed. He called out my name, keeping a firm grip on me as he came.
“Ah fuck,” he groaned.
We both went very still. For a while, the only sound in the bathroom was our panting breaths and the running water. It was a miracle that the water hadn’t gone cold yet.
Jake pulled out, his cock starting to soften, and he helped to steady me.
“You alright?” he managed between breaths.
It took a second for my brain to come back online and respond. “Yeah.”
I let him help me out of the shower. He kept a firm grip around my waist as he sat me down on the small bench just outside the stall.
“Here,” he said, taking a towel from the shelf above my head and wrapping it around me. “I’ll dry you off.”
I was too damn exhausted to even consider arguing against it. Plus, I was starting to realize that Jake might actually enjoy this part of the game. The part where he got to take care of me afterward.
Who was I to take that away from him?
He dried off my body with a gentle, effective touch. “Submitting to someone can do a lot to someone’s psyche,” he explained. “So if you have anything to say, this is a safe space. I’m listening.”
I looked at him, my mind still half mush from what had to be some of the best sex I ever had. It took me a moment to process his words, and when I did, I felt my face turn warm.
I averted my gaze. “It was definitely different from what I usually do.”
“Yeah,” Jake nodded. “I bet it was.”
“And,” For some reason, I continued. “I really liked that pressure feeling on my neck.”
Jake smiled at that. “You like choking. Noted.”
I still had more to say, I guess. “And, well, submitting to you wasn’t half bad.”
Jake nodded. “And you’re quite fun to try and tame.”
I felt as though I had to protect my pride at least a little. “I’m not saying that I’ll do it again, though,” I added quickly.
He didn’t even bat an eye. “Didn’t assume so.”
Something about his indifference to my claim left me uneasy. Deep down, part of me already knew that I was way more into him than I was ready to admit.
“But I’m also not saying that this’ll never happen again either.”
His gaze met mine, steady and dark. A small, patient smile formed on his lips.
“Dawson,” he ran his hand through my hair. “You don’t need to figure it all out tonight, you know. You need time to process. That’s normal.”
I stared back at him, unsure what to make of his words.
He stood back up, grabbed another towel, and started drying himself off. I watched as he worked, a question forming in my mind.
“Can I ask you something?”
He was bent forward, drying off his legs. “I’m listening.”
“What the heck is a brat?”
That gave him pause. He cracked a crooked, easy smile as he looked up at me. “If you want to know what a brat is, all you gotta do is look in the mirror.”
I let out the most offended gasp I could muster. Which was surprisingly good, considering how spent I was.
“I am not a brat,” I told him for the second time tonight.
He just shrugged and resumed drying himself off. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
I pointed my index finger at him. “Fuck right off, Jake.”
He ignored me as he wrapped the towel around his waist and held out his hand for me. “Come. Let’s get you to bed. You have an early schedule tomorrow,” he said. “If you’re really intent on arguing, we can continue that tomorrow.”
I glared at him even as I took his hand and let him lead me outside the bathroom and into my bed. He waited until I changed into fresh clothes and had gotten into bed before bidding me good night.
Once he had left, it didn’t take long for me to pass out, faintly aware of my last, sleepy thought.
Submitting to Jake really had been fun in the end. I really hoped it wouldn’t be a one-time thing.