Chapter 8 #3
I couldn’t even form words. Could only gasp, my body arching as he pounded into me, the water cascading over us, turning everything slick and obscene. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through me, my pussy clenching around him, desperate to keep him deep.
“Scream,” he commanded, his lips brushing my ear. His hand tangled in my hair again, yanking my head back.
His hips slammed into me, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. A broken sound tore from my throat, half-moan, half-sob.
“Louder,” he growled, his free hand gripping my ass, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “Tell your Daddy how thankful you are for him teaching you a lesson."
The next time he drove into me, I screamed, my cry echoing off the tiles, raw and unhinged.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his pace never faltering. “Take my cock like a good little slut.”
I was dripping. Soaking. My pussy was a mess of arousal and water, my thighs slick with it, my ass sliding against the tile every time he fucked me into the wall.
The sounds we made, skin slapping skin, my wet gasps, his grunts, the squelch of my cunt taking him over and over. It was filthy. Obscene. It was perfect.
His mouth crashed into mine again, his kiss just as brutal as his fucking.
His tongue invaded my mouth, tangling with mine, his teeth nipping my lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
I tasted copper, felt the sting, but it only made me hotter.
Made me grind down on him, my nails scoring his shoulders through his soaked shirt.
He tore his mouth away, his breath ragged. “You like that, don’t you?” His hips rolled, his cock dragging against my G-spot with every thrust. “You like it when I use you. When I make you mine.”
“Fuck you,” I panted, but my body betrayed me, my pussy fluttering around him, my back arching to take him deeper.
His laugh was a dark, triumphant sound. “No, baby. Fuck you.” His hand left my ass, his fingers finding my clit again. “You’re going to come on my cock, and then you’re going to thank me for it.”
I was already close. So close the world was narrowing to nothing but the feel of him inside me, the way his fingers circled my clit, the way his voice wrapped around my mind like a vice. “I hate you,” I gasped, my body coiling tight.
“Liar.” His teeth sank into my neck, his cock pounding into me, and I shattered.
Pleasure ripped through me, my orgasm so violent my vision whited out. My pussy clenched around him, my walls milking his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. I screamed again, my voice breaking, my body trembling like a live wire.
Sebastian didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down. He fucked me through it, his grip on my hair tightening, his hips snapping against mine with a force that had to leave bruises. “That’s one,” he grunted, his voice rough. “Now you’re going to give me another.”
I was still coming down, my body oversensitive, my clit throbbing under his relentless fingers. “I can’t.”
“You will.” His cock swelled inside me, stretching me even wider. “And you’re going to do it with my cum dripping out of you.”
The thought alone had another wave of arousal flooding me. I was a mess, my pussy so wet it was obscene, my body trembling between pleasure and exhaustion. But he wasn’t giving me a choice. His fingers worked my clit faster, his cock pistoning into me with a rhythm that stole my breath.
His mouth sealed over mine, his kiss swallowing my cries as his fingers pinched my clit.
The pain-shot of pleasure sent me spiraling, my second orgasm hitting me like a freight train.
My back bowed off the tile, my pussy clamping down on his cock so hard I saw stars.
I came with a sob, my body convulsing, my nails drawing blood from his shoulders.
Sebastian groaned against my lips, his cock pulsing inside me. “Fuck, Amanda.” His voice was rough, strained. “Take it. Take all of it.”
Then he was coming, his release hot and thick, filling me so deep I felt it in my stomach. His hips stuttered, his cock jerking as he emptied himself inside me, his cum mixing with my arousal, dripping down my thighs.
For a long moment, the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the pounding of the water. His forehead pressed against mine, his body pinning me to the wall. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest, his cock still half-hard inside me.
Then his lips brushed my ear, his voice a low murmur. “You took that like a good girl. But you aren't good yet.”
Something inside me twisted. Not anger. Not shame. Something worse, something like need. Like I’d do anything to hear him say it again.
I closed my eyes, my heart pounding for an entirely different reason now.
This wasn’t over.
"Now that I have punished you for being naughty and fucked the filth out of you, all that is left is to clean you into the good girl I know you can be."
Sebastian’s hands worked shampoo into my hair, his touch firm but precise, the suds sliding down my shoulders, over my breasts, pooling in the dip of my navel before cascading between my thighs.
I could feel his breath against the back of my neck, steady and controlled, even as his fingers lingered a second too long on the swell of my ass.
The body wash came next, thick, slick, the scent of sandalwood and something darker, muskier, filling the steamy air. His palms glided over me, smoothing the lather along my arms, my ribs, the undersides of my breasts where my nipples tightened under his touch.
Then he stopped.
The air around us shimmered, the droplets suspended in the shower’s spray hanging motionless for a heartbeat before they rippled, bending toward me like metal to a magnet.
My breath hitched as Sebastian’s form dissolved, as he melted into his liquid form.
One second, he was there, tall, imposing, his slicked-back hair dark with water, his brown eyes locked onto mine with that infuriating, knowing smirk. Next, he was everywhere.
A wave crashed over me, not cold, not harsh, but thick and warm, like being submerged in a bath set to the perfect temperature.
Only this bath had a mind of its own. It coiled around my ankles first, then my calves, my thighs, each current pressing, kneading, massaging deep into my muscles.
I gasped as it surged higher, swirling around my waist, my hips, the swell of my ass.
My fingers scrambled for purchase against the slick tiles, but there was nothing to grip, nothing to ground me as the water tightened, pulsed, moved like living hands.
“Sebastian!”
His name tore from my throat, half protest, half moan, but the sound was swallowed by the rush of water filling my ears. He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His liquid state spoke for him, sliding between my thighs with a pressure that made my knees buckle.
A jet of water lashed against my clit, sharp and precise, and I jerked, my back arching as pleasure lanced through me.
Another current circled my nipples, tight and unyielding, pinching and releasing in a rhythm that had my breath coming in ragged bursts.
My skin prickled under the assault like every nerve ending had been lit on fire.
“Fuck. Fuck.” My voice broke as the water thickened between my legs, not just teasing now, but pushing, spreading me open. I could feel it—him—inside me, a liquid intrusion that filled me with a stretch that burned and ached and oh god, it was too much.
My hands flew to the wall, palms flattening against the tile as my body betrayed me, my hips rocking back, seeking more even as my mind screamed at the overwhelming sensation. The water fucked me in deep, rolling strokes, each one hitting that spot inside that made my vision white out for a second.
My thighs trembled, my muscles locking as the pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter in my gut. His fluid physiology was more demanding than his human form, because he could be everywhere, inside and out, and there was nothing anyone could do.
And then his water split.
One current remained buried inside my pussy, thrusting with a relentless, hypnotic rhythm, while another snaked lower, pressing against my ass. I barely had time to tense before it breached me there too, stretching me open with a slow, inexorable push.
The dual penetration was obscene, a fullness that stole my breath, that made my toes curl against the shower floor.
My moans turned to broken sobs, my body caught between the need to clench and the instinct to relax, to take it, to let him own me like this.
The water in my ass pulsed in counterpoint to the strokes in my pussy, each movement dragging against the other, the friction maddening.
“Sebastian, I can’t!” My voice was a wreck, my words dissolving into a keening whine as the water inside me twisted, curling upward to press against that sensitive patch of nerves inside my ass.
My orgasm crashed over me without warning, a violent, shuddering release that had me screaming, my body convulsing as I squirted, the gush of fluid mixing with the water already swirling around us.
The shower tiles were slick under my hands, my forehead pressing against the cool surface as my pussy clenched around nothing, my ass burning from the stretch, my entire body trembling like a live wire.
But he wasn’t done.
The water inside me surged harder, fucking me through the aftershocks of my climax, drawing out every last tremor until I was sobbing, my legs threatening to give out.
It felt like my tattoos were moving, the designs writhing under my skin as the pleasure bordered on pain.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, the currents pulled back, retreating from my body with a slow, taunting drag that left me empty and aching.
One last orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave around me. I didn't know I could have another back-breaking orgasm after everything else I’d experienced in the last two hours. Tears of pleasure dripped out of me as I tried to catch my breath.
Then the water receded.
It sluiced down my body, pooling at my feet before draining away, leaving me gasping, my skin prickling in the sudden absence of his touch.
My heart hammered against my ribs, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts.
The shower spray was the only sound in the room now, the water beating against my overheated skin.
And then he was there.
Solid. Real. Sebastian’s hands closed around my hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with a possessiveness that made my stomach flip.
His chest pressed against my back, his cock, thick, heavy, throbbing, nestled against the crease of my ass.
His breath was hot against my ear, his voice a low, dark growl.
"Now you are a good girl. All squeaky clean for Daddy."
He spun me around to face him. Then his mouth crashed onto mine, his kiss brutal, owning.
His tongue forced its way past my lips, tangling with mine, tasting like mint and something darker, something him.
His hand in my hair tightened, angling my head just so, deepening the kiss until I was dizzy, until the only thing I could focus on was the way his cock twitched in my grip, the way his body pressed me back against the tiles.
“Do you still feel like someone everyone shoves away?” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.
I swallowed, my body still humming, my mind a haze of endorphins and the lingering sting of his hand in my hair. I should’ve had a comeback. Should’ve taunted him, challenged him, something. But all that came out was a breathless, “No.”
His smirk returned, slow and satisfied. “Good girl.”
What the hell just happened.