Wet Ride (Toys-4-Us) by Samantha Cayto

adult. He was usually self-assured but with Emily the stakes were fast becoming too high to screw things up with the wrong word. “Yeah, well, I understand. Jumping into bed with your contractor and spending a wild weekend with him is probably not your usual M.O.” He paused and chose his next sentence carefully. “It was obvious that guy means a lot to you and you didn’t want to scare him away.”
     
    “Meant,” she corrected. Their eyes locked. “He meant something to me.” She shrugged. “At least I thought he did, once. I found out pretty quickly this week that he doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.” Her lips quirked into a smile. “The revelation may have had something to do with finding out how awesome sex can really be with the right guy doing the right things.”
     
    Stepping into the bathroom, she closed the gap between them. She raised a hand tentatively and placed it flat on his chest. The simple touch was electrifying. “I’m sorry, please forgive me.”
     
    With his heart beating wildly, he strained for calm, to resist the urge to grab her, kiss her, ravish her right there on the bathroom floor. “There’s nothing to forgive,” he answered in a gruff voice.
     
    Her fingers curled against his chest and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “I’ve been a bad girl, Master. I need to be punished.” There was a wicked glint in her eyes. She held his gaze for a few seconds more before dropping to her knees.
     
     
     
    Emily’s hands trembled, with nerves or need or both, as she worked Kevin’s fly open. No, if they were going to play, she needed to think of him as her master. If she was serious about being a submissive, she had to do it right. She prayed he wouldn’t stop her and stomp out of her house in disgust and anger. He was entitled to do just that after the way she had treated him, but he didn’t seem to mind her change of heart. In fact his erection was making her task all the harder. Tugging gently on his jeans and shorts, she liberated the gorgeous, hard flesh she was intent on having.
     
    His cock sprang free, and she wasted no time pulling it down so that she could slip her lips over the flared head. Her eyes closed as she welcomed as much of the hot rod into her mouth as she could. She reached up to cup his tightened balls with the palm of her other hand. Her head and hand began the familiar rhythm of sucking and tugging the cock while her second hand gently massaged the sack. She groaned with delight. Such a simple act, and so much fun. With her tongue, she laved the sensitive underside of the taut skin below the head. A lower, more masculine groan sounded above and made her smile. She wasn’t the only one enjoying themselves.
     
    A gentle hand on her head held her still. “Stop!”
     
    Breathless as it was, the command was clear, so she did what she had done the previous weekend, she obeyed. The cock plopped out of her mouth as she pulled back and she looked up at her master with a sad frown. “You don’t want me to do this?”
     
    He looked down at her and chuckled. “Seriously? Sweetheart, having a beautiful woman on her knees and sucking me off is just this side of heaven. But,” he added hauling her up by her shoulders. “I have a better idea right now.” He turned them both around so that they were standing side-by-side and facing her grotto. “Take a good look.”
     
    She did and wanted to clap her hands with delight at the beautiful glassed-in sanctuary before her. Tumbled marble in soothing green with pink accents tiles turned the back of her bathroom into a mini-spa. The two shower panels could soothe her tension away while she stood on the tiled floor or sat on a tiled bench attached to the corner of one end. “Oh, it’s gorgeous,” she cried out and swung around to encircle Kevin with her arms. She planted a quick, hard kiss on his lips. “Thank you.”
     
    He smiled warmly before catching her by the waist and pulling her in for a longer, slower