by Grant, Livia
Within minutes, they were standing outside the Paris suite. It felt so weird to be there at night. Even knowing Mr. Ainsworth hadn’t rented his suite that night, she couldn’t help but worry, at any moment, he would come barreling out of the Hong Kong room, yelling at her.
Shane was fumbling through the bag, obviously trying to locate his guest key. Anxious to get safely inside, Nalani stepped up to the retinal scanner and supplied her eye print only available to employees. The lock clicked, and the door to the suite popped open.
The relief she felt the second they were behind closed doors quickly evaporated as the predatory look on Shane’s face had her heart racing. He took a moment to take his duffle bag with their clothes and supplies over toward the luggage rack near the desk before spinning to pin her with a devious grin.
“Now…” He rubbed his palms together gleefully. “It seems I have you cornered. I have so many filthy things I want to do to that sinful body of yours, I barely know where to start.”
He took a step forward, causing her to self-consciously take a step back.
“I was sort of hoping to start with a shower. Someone seems to have smeared bodily fluids all over me.”
“I wonder who would do that?” he grinned, taking another step.
They were in a game of cat and mouse. Step by slow step, he approached, and she took corresponding evasive steps until the hard wood of the door was at her back.
Her pulse raced with excitement. Despite his predatory approach, the only thing Nalani was truly afraid of was how fantastic it felt to have a man like Shane looking at her as if he wanted to consume her.
She waited, her back against the door, while he stalked forward—the hunter after his prey. When he was close enough to touch her, Shane reached out, placing his hands flat against the door, caging her between his body and the unforgiving wood without actually touching her.
His face was close enough for her to feel his breath on her cheek as he leaned in playfully. “What should I do with you now that I caught you, kitten?”
“I hear kitties love to be petted.”
“Oh, I’ll be petting you, alright—inside and out.”
Shit, the things he said should be outlawed.
“I know you mentioned a shower, but I’m not inclined to let you wash my cum off just yet. I love having you marked with my seed. And those lines of mascara from when I face-fucked you are a thing of beauty.”
She’d barely known him a few days, but he was already rubbing off on her. That had to be the only logical reason for the thought that came to her brain. Never in a million years would she have said these words a week before, but here… now…
“I’m disappointed,” she teased. Surprise registered in his hazel eyes. When she knew he was waiting for more, she added, “Here I thought you’d be able to produce plenty of cum to replace it if we wash it off, but if that’s all you got, well maybe I should go home after all.”
Nalani squealed with delight as Shane took the bait, leaning his shoulder down to press it against her tummy and scoop her up and over his shoulder. His palm lit up her tender ass as he took long strides toward the bathroom.
“Such a naughty girl. Challenge accepted. I’m gonna have so much fun keeping you nice and dirty.”
His promise went straight to her core. Shane Covington was anything but predictable. A sliver of fear ran down her spine, making her feel more alive than she could ever remember.
A niggle of worry about how much it was going to hurt when this tryst was over and Shane moved on to play with his next conquest tried to push into her brain, but she fought it. There would be plenty of time to wallow about what she’d lost after it was gone. She needed to stay present and try to enjoy all the new experiences now before they were lost.
He headed straight to the walk-in shower with the glass door that was a pain in the ass to clean. Pushing away thoughts of cleaning up any mess they made, Nalani instead focused on how nice it would be to use the spacious upscale room as a guest instead of caring for it as an employee.
Shane didn’t even bother taking their robes off before he turned on the faucet. The three different jets of water sprayed into motion. Nalani squealed when the cold water from the rain shower overhead drenched her upside-down head.
“It’s cold!”
“All the better to get those tits of yours nice and hard.”
The man was incorrigible. She should be outraged, maybe insulted—certainly scandalized—at the things that came out of his mouth, but with each filthy promise, the fire in her girly parts flamed higher.
By the time he’d set her on her feet and was helping to peel off the wet robe, the water had begun to warm. It took only seconds for them to stand naked, the robes heaped in the corner of the shower.
Nalani tried to step out of the direct water, but Shane held her still, looking down into her eyes with longing. Their stare down started to feel awkward, so Nalani closed her eyes and started to turn her face into the stronger jet of water coming from the back wall of the marble shower.
“Not yet. Leave the ruined makeup for a bit longer.”
“You seem to have a thing for my makeup.”
“Naw,” he grinned. “I have a thing for ruining your makeup while doing nasty things to you. You have no idea what it does to me.”
They were standing close enough to each other, she could feel the brush of his erection grazing her tummy. Feeling playful, she reached out to wrap her right hand around the base of his cock.
“Actually, I’m getting a pretty good idea of what it does to you.”
Shane groaned, wrapping his own fist over hers, stilling her playful strokes.
“You don’t want to do that, or we might lose one of those messy loads I’m planning on bathing you in.”
She felt like a whole different person than she was a few days before. Never in her life had she even thought of the dirty things flitting through her brain at that moment, let alone say them out loud.
“Promises, promises…”
Shane’s self-control snapped like a rubber band. In a split second, he went from playful and sexy to a man possessed—roughly spinning her around and hugging her back to his front, crashing them into the front glass of the shower so hard, it was a wonder it didn’t break. His lips were against her ear, sucking her right lobe into his mouth while grinding his hips into her, trapping her body between his hard muscles and the unforgiving glass.
“Look outside the shower. Do you see our reflection in the mirror?”
Nalani’s brain fought to hear his words and make sense of them. Her body was like putty in his hands. It took her a few long seconds to look out to the mirror, but when she did, the reflection staring back at her was surreal.
The vision in the mirror was so sexy, it didn’t register at first the ruined woman was her. The word he’d used at Black Light came to mind, although she’d never it admit it, but truthfully, the woman in the mirror looked like a well-used whore. Funny how, when her own brain formulated the word, it didn’t offend her nearly as much as when Shane had called her one.
His left hand slid down, off her hip, diving in to flick his fingers through her wet folds, teasing her swollen clit. As nice as it felt, his fingers were not what she longed to touch her there.
“Shane…” His name was a prayer on her lips.
“Tell me… Say it.”
“What?”
“What does your body need?”
Gone was all softness. His fingers pinched and probed hard enough, it hurt, yet when she got close to tipping into pleasure, he backed off—reading her body perfectly if his goal was to withhold the elusive orgasm.
“I can do this all night, kitten. You, on the other hand, won’t be able to walk because I’ll frig you raw until you say it. Now,” he demanded, “what do you want, Nalani?”
Christ, that tone, those words, the dominant glare in the mirror, his warm breath against the crease between her neck and shoulder—the sexy package that was Shane
Covington pushed her to beg.
“I need you!”
“Need me how?” He wasn’t going to make this easier on her.
She stammered, so horny she could think of nothing but what she needed.
“Inside me!”
“Getting closer, but I need to hear you beg for what you need.”
Nalani whined, frustrated at him pushing her out of her comfort zone. Still, as he edged her higher, she acknowledged she was the amateur—he was the pro. He would win this battle of wills.
“Fuck me! I need you inside me!”
It happened in a split second. One minute her core was cramping, desperate for something hard to scratch her itch, the next, his cock was buried so deep, it hurt. Shane was a man possessed, grabbing her hips and actually lifting her enough to pull her lower body away from the glass.
“Hands flat on the glass. Bend over so you can take it deep like the dirty girl you are.”
Nalani had no choice but to comply. She was putty in his hands, letting him maneuver her body the way he wanted while he never missed a beat of his piston action, pounding her hard enough, her forehead banged into the glass with each thrust, warm water flicking all around them.
She had never felt so full—ever. Shane’s pole stretched her until she burned, but he wasn’t slowing down. She could barely function as she neared her peak, driven higher by the passion of the moment. When Shane yanked the forgotten anal plug from her body in a fast motion before shoving it back in at the same time he was plunging his dick deep, Nalani cried out. Having come less than an hour before, he had excellent staying power, riding her pleasure to her eruption as she arched her back and cried out unintelligible words.
“That’s a good girl. I feel your cunt squeezing me as you squirt your juices all over me and down the drain. It’s a good thing we’re fucking in the shower. You’d be making a hot mess all over the carpet if I’d tried to fuck you bent over the bed.”
Oh my God. The things this man said were obscene—and she loved every single syllable. She wasn’t sure what that said about her moral fiber, but at that moment, she couldn’t have cared less.
“Shit…” His curse sounded legit, but she was too far gone in her rapture to try to understand. “We didn’t talk birth control. Please tell me you’re on the pill, so I don’t need to pull out.”
Did he expect her to formulate words at this juncture? His swat to her ass-cheek told her that he was indeed expecting an answer.
“On pill…” was all she managed to get out before her next climax hit hard. The only thing that could make it better was the corresponding growl of satisfaction from the man buried inside her. He hadn’t been joking about having plenty of cum—she could swear he shot so many ropes inside her, she felt hot jizz spurting out and onto her inner thighs.
The position was awkward, and once her sexual high crested, her strained legs started to vibrate under her. Nalani was pretty sure she would have toppled over to the marble floor of the shower if Shane hadn’t wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her steady as he let his erection die down.
The glass had started to fog over, courtesy of the hot steam and even hotter sex. At that moment, all she wanted to do was finish rinsing off and crawl under the luxurious sheets and take a nap.
After she peed, that was. As she felt Shane’s shaft slipping out of her pussy, the urge to pee hit her. Anxious to finish their shower, Nalani leaned back, stretching to get her head under the overhead jet of warm water.
“Can you hand me the shampoo?”
“Allow me.”
Within seconds, Shane’s fingers were massaging the shampoo through her thick hair, working it into a lather as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations. She lost track of time, enjoying the kneading, so gentle in contrast to the sex just minutes before. Did she imagine things when she heard Shane cooing soft words of how much he wanted to take care of her?
An application of conditioner followed before Shane’s slippery fingers roamed her body, pinching and squeezing while pretending to be washing her limbs. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched, enjoying his intimate exploration with her eyes closed.
Only when his hands arrived at her most private parts did Nalani tense. His yank on the butt plug sent a jolt of shock through her body. As full as she’d felt, she didn’t like the emptiness left behind after he pulled the hard sex toy from her anal cavity. It made a clunk as he dropped it onto the teak bench at the end of the shower.
When he returned to where she stood under the water, she reached for the bar of soap he’d been using, lathering her own hands before reaching out to glide her palms over the muscular chest she’d been admiring. She felt his heated stare as he turned himself over to her, allowing her to explore his body as he had hers.
She felt like a kid opening the best gift ever on Christmas morning. Working slowly to make it last, Nalani touched first his left arm, up and down his toned biceps, then his right. He was almost a foot taller, so she had to reach up to wash his shoulders, back down his chiseled chest, and through that sexy happy trail of dark masculine hair pointing the way to her promised land.
Wanting to prolong their fun, she knelt on the shower floor, slowly massaging up and down each of his legs, purposefully trying to ignore the semi-erect perfection at eye level.
Nalani may not know much about the movie industry, but she knew this. If his career as an A-list movie star ever tanked, he could make it big in the porn industry. Wonderfully long and thick, the best part of his cock was, the man clearly knew exactly how to use his tool as his most valuable weapon. She had certainly been slain by it.
Even being a bit sore from their play, she felt a renewed pang of desire, wishing he’d just sit down on the bench so she could climb onto of his lap and go for a nice ride.
“I think I’ve let you explore long enough. You’ve got me squeaky clean.”
She felt his hands on her wet hair, stroking her as she knelt in the center of the shower. She was about to push back to her feet when she felt Shane’s pressure, keeping her on her knees. Her heart leapt, assuming he was ready for her to give him another blowjob, but when she reached out to hold his cock again, he pulled his hips back and barked what sounded like an order.
“Eyes.”
Nalani did her best to look up from her knees, but she had to shield the left side of her face from the spray of warm water still showering them. They may not know each other well, but she already knew the lust-filled glare in Shane’s eyes spelled danger. Her pulse spiked, bracing for what she suspected would be his next dirty request.
“Do you remember my first rule?”
Her brain scrambled to recall their play at Black Light. It was only an hour before, but there was so much happening, it felt like it was long ago.
“I’m not supposed to use my hands when…” Her voice trailed off, self-conscious.
“When what, kitten?” He was enjoying this entirely too much.
“I’m sucking you,” she answered softly.
“Good. And what part of me is it you’re going to get very good at sucking again?”
The jerk. He didn’t even try to hide his lusty grin.
“Your cock.”
“Excellent. But technically, it’s any body part I ask you to suck.” Why did his grin grow at that statement?
“Time for rule number two. I’m guessing it’s going to be a bit harder for you to accept, but that’s why we’re going to get started practicing right away.”
Her heart pounding, she wished he’d let her stand up for this discussion. Somehow, being on her knees only inches away from his thick erection made his promise that much more frightening. Leaning down, he took her still dirty face in his hands, holding her tight and leaning in so there was no way to escape his dominance—not that she wanted to.
It wasn’t until an awkward silence fell between them, Shane spoke words she’d never dreamed she’d hear in her life.
“I’m gonna love showering with you often, kitten, si
nce God knows, I plan on keeping you nice and dirty as much as possible. But I have a rule for our showers.”
His predatory gaze had her overheating as she waited impatiently.
“Neither of us will pee before we get in the shower. Just like your orgasms, I’m taking control of toilet usage when we’re together.”
His words didn’t even register. What the hell did that even mean?
Unaware she was scrambling to make sense of what she had obviously misheard, Shane issued an order.
“Now, crawl over to the drain and squat like the dirty girl you are. I’m going to watch your bright yellow piss wash down the drain, then I’m going to wash my kitten’s pussy like a good Daddy.”
Chapter 9
Perfection. There wasn’t a better word to describe the lovely humiliation mirrored back at him from those golden-brown eyes as wide as saucers. His filthy rant had worked flawlessly, shocking Nalani into her role as the blushing innocent about to be corrupted.
He’d learned long ago just how powerful dabbling around with watersports was. It wasn’t necessarily he had a kink for pee play like other dominants he knew. To him, it was a means to an end. Few things pushed a reluctant submissive into deep submission better than controlling the bodily functions polite society told them was private—dirty. He’d even given scat play a shot once but now considered it one of his own hard limits.
But Nalani didn’t have to know that—at least not yet.
And while scat was out, everything about pissing worked for Shane. In fact, he’d found something as simple as having to ask permission to perform the most basic of human functions—peeing, touching themselves, orgasming—helped innocents like Nalani stay in a submissive mindset.
Taking it farther, forcing a reluctant sub to squat and pee while he watched or better yet, forced to pee in a diaper while in public—hell, that was gold. They were some of the most powerful humiliation tools in his kink toolbox. As any form of watersports was a hard limit for most women, his own pulse spiked as he watched Nalani struggling beautifully to accept his order.