they could do in the shower? She was willing bet her next cosmetic contract check that master could come up with all sorts of wonderful things a horny couple could do in the shower. If nothing else, she could suck on his cock again. That would definitely get things rolling.
Just in case, she dipped her hand into the drawer and pulled out a couple of condom packets.
The steam parted slightly as the cooler air from the bedroom rushed into the bathroom. She quickly closed the door. As the heat caressed her body, she tossed the condoms onto the counter. Through the shower door she could see the outline of his body. Her knees went weak just looking at him. He really was magnificent to look at. Broad shoulders, deep chest and rippling muscles everywhere from head to toe. Her fingers itched to touch him.
“Come here,” he rumbled. He opened the door slightly. His finger crooked at her.
Obediently, she went and he pulled her into the warm spray.
“How do you feel?”
“Wonderful.”
He gave her a ‘don’t try that on me look.’
“A little sore,” she admitted. “I’m not used to this kind of activity in one month, let alone a few hours.”
He chuckled. “The shower will help and then we’ll eat before I show you more of what’s in the playroom.”
“The playroom?” she repeated as he guided her under the water. “Is that what it’s called? You make it sound like we’re in kindergarten or something.”
“Not hardly,” he drawled. “Some call it a dungeon or a toy room. Or make up their own words for it.”
“Where are we?” she wondered as his ran his hands through her hair to get it thoroughly wet.
He hesitated.
“Can you tell me in general terms?”
“We’re at a club. A very exclusive, difficult to be admitted to, club for people who like their sex a bit different than what society considers acceptable.”
“You mean, tying a woman to a bed or a spanking bench and fucking her brains out until she’ll do anything you tell her to isn’t acceptable?” she wondered, running her hands over his shoulders.
“Not hardly.” He smiled at her as he poured shampoo into his palm. “So, have I satisfied your needs enough for you to do anything I tell you to?”
“Just about,” she admitted. Closing her eyes, she sighed as he massaged her head to work the shampoo through. There was something so intimate about her lover washing her hair. “I don’t know who you are. What you do. Or anything else about you, but…” she shrugged. “I just know that you’ve made me feel alive. More like a woman than I’ve felt in my life. It’s as if you’ve tapped into a part of me that I didn’t even know existed.” A short laugh and she shook her head as he gently pushed her back under the spray. Emerging, she wiped the water from her face. “God, I sound like the sappy romance stories I stole from my sister’s bedroom.”
“This isn’t a romance,” he reminded her. “This is just a fantasy.”
“I know,” she nodded, a smile curving her full lips. “It’s more like the erotic stories I download in the middle of the night. I’ve always wondered if men like that really existed. If the sex could really be that good.”
“How good?” he asked, now rubbing the soapy washcloth over her.
“Make you pant, sweaty, hungry, burning for more until you collapsed sex.” She ducked back under the water, turning to get all the suds off. Grinning, she reached for his half-erect cock. “And you keep coming back for more. You can’t get enough no matter how many times you’ve done it. You need more.” She felt and saw the tremor that swept through him. “I’ve never liked sucking a man’s cock before. Now, I can’t get enough.”
“What’s different?” he asked in a rasping voice.
“Because you took care of me first. Because…” She stroked the stiffening length, tilted her head and met his eyes. “Because I could see how good it made you feel. And I want to.” She stepped closer.
Just in case, she dipped her hand into the drawer and pulled out a couple of condom packets.
The steam parted slightly as the cooler air from the bedroom rushed into the bathroom. She quickly closed the door. As the heat caressed her body, she tossed the condoms onto the counter. Through the shower door she could see the outline of his body. Her knees went weak just looking at him. He really was magnificent to look at. Broad shoulders, deep chest and rippling muscles everywhere from head to toe. Her fingers itched to touch him.
“Come here,” he rumbled. He opened the door slightly. His finger crooked at her.
Obediently, she went and he pulled her into the warm spray.
“How do you feel?”
“Wonderful.”
He gave her a ‘don’t try that on me look.’
“A little sore,” she admitted. “I’m not used to this kind of activity in one month, let alone a few hours.”
He chuckled. “The shower will help and then we’ll eat before I show you more of what’s in the playroom.”
“The playroom?” she repeated as he guided her under the water. “Is that what it’s called? You make it sound like we’re in kindergarten or something.”
“Not hardly,” he drawled. “Some call it a dungeon or a toy room. Or make up their own words for it.”
“Where are we?” she wondered as his ran his hands through her hair to get it thoroughly wet.
He hesitated.
“Can you tell me in general terms?”
“We’re at a club. A very exclusive, difficult to be admitted to, club for people who like their sex a bit different than what society considers acceptable.”
“You mean, tying a woman to a bed or a spanking bench and fucking her brains out until she’ll do anything you tell her to isn’t acceptable?” she wondered, running her hands over his shoulders.
“Not hardly.” He smiled at her as he poured shampoo into his palm. “So, have I satisfied your needs enough for you to do anything I tell you to?”
“Just about,” she admitted. Closing her eyes, she sighed as he massaged her head to work the shampoo through. There was something so intimate about her lover washing her hair. “I don’t know who you are. What you do. Or anything else about you, but…” she shrugged. “I just know that you’ve made me feel alive. More like a woman than I’ve felt in my life. It’s as if you’ve tapped into a part of me that I didn’t even know existed.” A short laugh and she shook her head as he gently pushed her back under the spray. Emerging, she wiped the water from her face. “God, I sound like the sappy romance stories I stole from my sister’s bedroom.”
“This isn’t a romance,” he reminded her. “This is just a fantasy.”
“I know,” she nodded, a smile curving her full lips. “It’s more like the erotic stories I download in the middle of the night. I’ve always wondered if men like that really existed. If the sex could really be that good.”
“How good?” he asked, now rubbing the soapy washcloth over her.
“Make you pant, sweaty, hungry, burning for more until you collapsed sex.” She ducked back under the water, turning to get all the suds off. Grinning, she reached for his half-erect cock. “And you keep coming back for more. You can’t get enough no matter how many times you’ve done it. You need more.” She felt and saw the tremor that swept through him. “I’ve never liked sucking a man’s cock before. Now, I can’t get enough.”
“What’s different?” he asked in a rasping voice.
“Because you took care of me first. Because…” She stroked the stiffening length, tilted her head and met his eyes. “Because I could see how good it made you feel. And I want to.” She stepped closer.
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