Chapter 10
Georgia
The back of my head thumps into the shower glass. I’m gasping, half drowned by the rain of water, half-blind, and tormented by the near-ecstasy about to shatter me into a million pieces as his tongue does one…last…sweep across my clit. Then he gives me an unhurried suck and his mouth leaves me.
Stunned, trembling, I look down past the shower water pouring over my stomach to where I’ve thrust myself at him.
One of his hands is on my thigh, kneading me, the other holds the base of the pink dildo he inserted in my pussy as far as it would go. Not a big one, but enough. I’m clenching around it and fairly quivering. I let out a weak groan. His head is thoroughly wet with his dark hair plastered to him.
And he’s staring at my clit, where his mouth should be. He kisses my left thigh then the other.
I’m so fucking close to coming.
“Rafe,” I croak out.
“Yes?” The bastard cocks his head and looks up, pretending he has no clue.
“Please?”
“Please let you come?” Idly he screws with the dildo, pumping it in and then drawing it out, enough that it comes partway, stretching my entrance, before he plunges it back inside. I gasp and arch some more, hear him chuckle.
“Fuck.” It’s a hushed fuck, but I said it.
And the warm water keeps pouring, muffling the sounds in this cubicle.
“You want me to beg?” I ask, bitter but also pleading.
“No. I want you to not come. I want you fucking well half dead and crawling on the floor because you’re desperate but your master won’t let you come.”
I frown. “Master? Presumptuous.” But my inner muscles spasm onto the dildo.
“You’ll say it. No hurry.” Then he bends the long, slender handle of the dildo until the bulbous little tip touches my clit and he presses something. It erupts into an industrious buzz that melts me, nails me to the shower wall in one second flat.
“Get the... Oh god. Oh. Ffff…” I close my eyes and clench on it, concentrating on that delicious buzz— Until it ceases.
“No?” My voice squeaks.
“No, master?”
“Fuck, off.” I scowl, though I’m breathless. I promised to obey but calling him that, hell no.
“Good.” He straightens, and on his way up my body he cups one breast, before he plants his whole mouth over the nipple, engulfing it, devoting exquisite time to sucking on me while he idly presses at my clit.
My hands end up wrapped in his sodden hair, clutching and playing with those thick waves while he sucks on both my nipples, leaving them aching, one then the other then back to the first. It’s not enough to come but it’s enough to make me want to climb him and do things to that hard erection poking at my body whenever he moves the right way.
“Want to beg?” he asks, standing and looming over me with both of my breasts in his possession. “Ask.”
I curl my leg up, wrap it part way around the back of him, sliding it down his leg and I almost slip. “Oh shit!” I scramble to regain my footing.
He catches me, using my tits as anchors, though I’ve raked his back with my nails. “Ouch. Payback.” He digs his fingers into one breast then leans down and takes the nipple in his teeth, biting me there, slowly increasing the pressure.
Until I hiss and make a weird “Eeee,” sound as I try unsuccessfully to pull away his head without wrenching off that precious part of me. “Stop, stop.”
He stops then kisses the spot then switches the evil vibrating dildo back on, increasing the power until I’m one with the wet glass at my back, again.
“Good girl,” he intones as he plays with me below, before he forces me harder against the glass with a bruising kiss, a grinding kiss where I’m panting around his mouth and begging him for more, for release, with his hands on me everywhere.
His mouth is on me, biting my lip, tugging it, kissing me some more then taking my mouth.
“Keep going,” he says to my face while he slowly worms a finger inside me beside the dildo, shoving me up the wall of the shower a few inches, using that hand. My back slides.
“Your cunt makes a good hand warmer.”
He kisses me again, moves his mouth aggressively down the side of my neck by taking large, mouth-sized bites. The sounds I’m making are unhinged little squeaks and grunts, but I can’t stop myself. He lingers, my neck in his mouth, leaving dents in the muscle.
And all the while he massages my clit or slides his hand down my side.
Every inch of my body is worshipped or assaulted with bites or kisses.
I’m covered with the echoes of his heated touch.
Brought to the quivering brink of orgasm, with my protests or whispered pleas ignored, I finally surrender and leave him to do what he wishes to me.
The urging of his hands and words brings me to the floor of the shower with the water streaming over my back.
Half kneeling, one hand flattened to a shower wall, I raise my head to look up at him.
The dildo is off but still inside me. My poor clit pulses from the abuse and is annoyingly ready to explode with sensation.
I’m bruised of mouth, neck, and breasts, and definitely a little broken.
My inner thighs are slick with more than water.
I’d probably fuck the shower head itself at this stage.
While he rinses soap from my back and his legs, my hand drifts up my thigh and I fondle my clit, secretly pressing on myself.
Somehow, he managed to squirt some soap on both him and me, and he gets us somewhat clean in the middle of this carousel of orgiastic torture.
Only now, I have to watch as he soaps up his cock and works his fist up and down it.
“Me? You must want me to—”
“No. Fuck no.”
He smiles in that sinister yet sexy way he has, sinks his hand into my hair to hold me still, then feverishly ups the pace of his stroking.
I fantasize about impaling myself on that rampant thing, and possibly I whine a little as he stares at me and keeps on fist-pumping, until he finally swears and releases a spray of come that splatters onto my face, even as I slam shut my eyes.
“Your mouth. Open it.” He twists his hand in my hair, and I open my mouth in time to receive the final spurt on my face and tongue. I’m strangely happy with that result, as if I’ve been bestowed with something…right and good.
His hand slides from my hair and he half squats to circle my neck with that hand then kiss my forehead, my mouth. “Putting a collar on you soon as I get one, dear Georgia. Bow your head.” Then he stands up and plays the shower over me, rinsing away his come.
I liked that. Damn.
I’m aching everywhere.
I am dying to come, to be fucked even. After everything that happened to me, I’m back to being a needy little slut.
If I knew why my mind worked the way it does, I’d be a millionaire instead of the captured pet of one.
There is a knock at our door. “Sir Benjamin would like to see you in the library in twenty minutes, sir.”
“Thank you!” Rafael yells.
He turns off the shower then appraises me where I’ve stayed on my knees. Water trails down his stomach over those perfectly delineated muscles, past the veins running down it, over his now semi-erect cock and through the hair on his thick thighs.
I remember how I used to worship a man with thighs like this. Hesitantly, I place my hand on his knee, rapt in the strength and masculine warmth that fairly steams off him.
His dark eyes seem to brim with triumph. “You were very good for me. Let’s get dressed now. I’ll fuck you later if you continue to be good.” He smiles. “Planning to be good?”
I pinch my mouth, wanting to say yes but my stubborn, arrogant self conquers my needy-slut self and I say nothing.
He shakes his head and crinkles form around his eyes. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
I follow his disappearing, well-sculpted ass with my eyes as he goes to get a towel.
That was…something. I put my hand between my thighs.
“Take out the dildo but do not touch yourself!” he sings out. “You’ll have to wear the dress again, but there’s some underwear for you out here.”
Really? Sighing, I search for and find the long neck of the thing. My steady tug makes it begin to slide. Though tempted to turn it on, I don’t.