The sweet torture continued, building her arousal slowly. Unable to move, Emily whimpered with ever greater frequency as her only outlet. The tension within her climbed higher and higher but still her master tormented her. Her whimpers became cries. Her cries turned to begging. She needed to come or she was going to burst out of her skin.
“Please, please.” A scream ripped out of her as his lips latched onto her clit and sucked hard. Her body shook with the force of the orgasm rushing through her veins, turning her muscles to jelly.
Her master held onto her and kept sucking until she sagged against his hold. But she kept her grip on the handle as ordered. When she had calmed, she felt a sense of pride that she had managed to hang on. Her reward was a rain of kisses and teasing laps starting with her mons and working their way up to her mouth. Her master’s wet body clasped hers into a tight embrace.
“Good, girl,” he praised. “I knew you could take the paddle, and I knew you had another orgasm in you.” He paused and clasped her head between his hands. His eyes gleamed with hot arousal. His cock, hard and pulsing, pressed against her belly. “And I know you have one more to give me.”
Dazed, satiated, her energy washing away with the water still spraying her, Emily barely understood what her master was saying. She closed her eyes and rested in utter bliss when he slipped away from her. Moments later, she felt him at her back. His hands, strong, firm commanding, took her waist again. A gasp erupted past her lips as his rod filled her pussy in one fast thrust.
He fucked her from behind the way a stallion might a mare. With her foot resting on the little shelf, she was perfectly positioned for him to cover her. He pumped his cock in short, fast strokes. Her fingers tightened on the grab bar and she braced her legs against the assault. She could feel the energy and power raging through him. He had held off so long, giving her more and more pleasure while denying himself. Well, it was his turn to slake his need. She wanted more than anything to give him a taste of what he had given her. So she clenched her pussy as hard as she could around his penis, fighting to keep it inside her as he pulled out.
He grunted his appreciation. “That’s it baby,” he encouraged in a husky voice. “Grab me and hold on tight.” Even as he said the words, he picked up speed, pounding against her still stinging backside.
Pain drove pleasure once more and Emily’s arousal began to climb for a third time. She panted with the effort to give her master the ride he deserved. It was all so primal, that warm water drenching their bodies as they joined, the slapping sound of wet skin hitting wet skin. Her hips rocked to meet his thrusts and this time, he gave her the freedom of movement. Her cunt pulsed with need. But the pressure inside her was not enough to make her come.
She groaned in frustration.
Somehow her master understood. As his thrusts became even more frenzied and his grunts louder, he reached around to slide two fingers into her slick folds. They rubbed her clit in time to his cock working her pussy. With a final push, he squeezed her body into his and yelled his release. Amazingly he had done as promised and wrung a third climax out of her. Their cries mingled and their bodies slammed against each other.
When it was over, when their bodies finally stilled, they stood for long seconds, Kevin molded around Emily. She couldn’t do anything else. She was sated to the point of exhaustion. Her fingers still clung to the grab bar, but her foot had slipped from its resting place. She vaguely wondered if that was a punishable offense. Kevin pressed a quick and gentle kiss on her temple before letting her go.
He turned off the water and left the shower. He returned with a towel secured around his waist and two more in his hands. He gently pried her fingers from the handle, kissed and flexed each one before folding a towel around her body. He dried her skin and wrung out her hair before he wrapped her in the towels and carried her out of the shower.
She rested her head against his shoulder, content and delighted with his tender treatment. Once he placed her on her bed, she found her voice.
“Thank you.” She wanted to say more for all he had done.
He put a finger to her lips to stop her from speaking. “No, thank you. Giving me your body like that, trusting me, is a humbling thing. I appreciate it, and I’m glad you liked your shower.”
She smiled like the proverbial cat. “It’s a very nice shower.” Taking his hand in hers, she added, “Thank you for giving me another chance.”
“Again, not necessary to thank me. I’m the lucky one to have a second chance with you.” He paused. “I like you, Emily. I’d like for us to try for something more than fantastic sex. You know, like dating. May I take you to dinner tonight?”
She chuckled. “I’m not sure I have the energy to leave this bed, but how about tomorrow night?”
“Works for me.” He brought her hand up to kiss the back of it. “I know we run in different social circles. It will be hard, maybe, for us to work outside of the bedroom as a couple, like mixing with each other’s friends.”
Emily raised her eyebrows. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about getting along with my friends. The six women I’m closest to each have a pink bag like mine, albeit with different toys.”
It was his turn to raise his eyebrows. “Oh?”
“Yup, and you never know, they might want to hire you to redo their bathrooms too.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Not too much pleasure, now. I want you playing in the shower only with me.”
“Still giving orders, darlin’?”
“This time, you’re damn right.”
He laughed and pulled her into a tight embrace. “I’ll only play with you, I promise.”
She felt the power in his body, heard the affection in his tone and relaxed.
About the Author
Samantha Cayto is a Boston-area native who practices as a business lawyer by day while writing erotic romance at night—the steamier the better. She likes to push the envelope when it comes to writing about passion and is delighted other women agree that guy-on-guy sex is the hottest ever.
She lives a typical suburban life with her husband, three kids and four dogs. Her children don’t understand why they can’t read what she writes, but her husband is always willing to lend her a hand—and anything else—when she needs to choreograph a scene.
She is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the New England Chapter and credits RWA, NEC and the wonderful friends she’s made there with helping her become a published author.
Email: [email protected]
Website: www.samanthacayto.com
Also by Samantha Cayto
Illegal Moves, written with Dalton Diaz
Locked and Loaded
Mistress Mine
Arousing Memories
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