My Naughty Little Secret by Tara Finnegan

my head was still ringing with his accusations. It was his fault; he was always disapproving, wasn’t he? I followed him to the bathroom to give him a much deserved mouthful.
    His silhouette behind the shower door was wonderful and I was getting hot and bothered again. He seemed totally oblivious to my presence. As he hummed, barely audibly above the sound of the water, I slipped the robe down over my shoulders and felt it trickle off my alert body, creating a puddle of terrycloth at my feet. Before he even knew I was in the room, I was beside him under the cascading water. He turned to me, shocked. Without giving him a chance to object, I went down on my knees and took him in my mouth. With one hand, he grabbed me by my hair and I sucked and thrust my moist mouth up and down on his shaft. Ok ,that wasn’t the mouthful I had been intending, but hey, it was still a mouthful.
    I felt him harden rapidly. He used his other hand to steady himself against the shower wall as he pumped himself into me, the first still tugging on my hair. He pulled back to stop himself, but I thrust my mouth harder and pulled against my thrust with my hand at the base of his hard shaft, making the feeling more intense. The more I felt him resist, the more determined I became, until he had no choice but to shoot his load into my moist welcoming throat. I filled my mouth with shower water to help it slip down. I’d never had a man come in my mouth before and I wasn’t too sure what it’d be like. All I remember was the triumph, not the taste or the texture. He collapsed against the walls of the shower, unable to talk or move for a couple of minutes, and I felt like some sort of invincible siren. I may have been the submissive, but I still held some power.
    “What happened to the innocent Irish lassie?” he asked.
    “She got corrupted by the English and their heathen ways,” I teased.
    I showered and shampooed as he recovered. Then his hands were exploring my body. I felt his fingers penetrate my already swollen sex. He pushed me with his full body weight against the cold walls and I could feel my breasts being forced against the tiles. His head trailed down the length of my body ‘til his mouth was on my behind. He licked, sucked, and nipped. As he turned me around, I felt his mouth trail my navel and thighs until it reached there, that spot where I so badly wanted to feel it. Still nipping and biting, interspersed with licks and kisses causing an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. I begged him to stop. I’d never known how closely they were related. His mouth was warm, the water was scalding, but his hands were freezing from holding on to the shower wall. All the different sensations assaulted me at once and I didn’t know which one to focus on. His cold fingers pumped me in and out rapidly as his hot tongue worked my clit. I soon lost all control of my body and could not prevent the inevitable and explosive orgasm.
    “I’m taking you to lunch,” he announced as I leaned against shower, recovering under the hot steamy cascade. Again with the demand, no polite invitation or consideration that I might have other plans. This seemed to be his modus operandi. He said jump, and all I was allowed to reply was “How high, Sir?”
    “Mmm, I need to change, I can’t go to lunch in yesterday’s clothes,” I reminded him.
    “I guess not! We’ll go via your house; you can change: then I’ll bring you for lunch.”
    “Only if I’m paying,” I countered.
    “No deal, I asked you, I’m paying.”
    “Technically, Michael, you didn’t ask me, you informed me…”
    “Same thing and I’m still paying,” he grinned.
    Hmm, I’d see about that. I had my ways and my means. No point in wasting time arguing about it. We drove out to Ruislip. The house was thankfully empty and I quickly changed out of the evening dress into a pair of light blue skinny three-quarter-length jeans, a camisole and a pastel blue chiffon blouse. I left Michael in the