Beth Kery

by Sweet Restraint

  Typical, given the power trip Shane was pulling.

  But then she’d taken a bite out of the still-warm cereal and discovered it tasted delicious. Much to her disbelief, she actually wanted more once she’d finished. She couldn’t bring herself to ask, though, and just watched sullenly while Shane rinsed off their bowls and cups and put them in the dishwasher.

  When he was done he looked at her and jerked his chin slightly, indicating he wanted her to get up. He followed her down the hallway to the bedroom and then passed her to turn on the lights in the bathroom.

  “Come here,” he said gruffly.

  Laura eyed him warily as she entered the large bathroom.

  “Do you have to go?” he asked bluntly.

  “No,” Laura replied, glad she was telling the truth. Otherwise Shane would have probably stood there and watched her while she went, in an attempt to further humiliate her.

  “Go ahead and sit down while I shave, then.”

  Laura felt his stare on her even though she refused to meet his gaze. He was waiting for her to argue, she could tell. So she sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

  Out of the corner of her eye she saw him whip first the T-shirt then the long-sleeved shirt over his head. Even though she tried to ignore him as he unzipped a leather toiletry bag and removed his shaving items, Laura found herself glancing over at him with increasing frequency. The sight of Shane stripped bare to the waist was a difficult one to ignore.

  Besides, shaving was such a personal ritual . . . such a masculine one.

  “Why don’t you shave after you take a shower?” she asked as she watched him apply shaving cream, the foam starkly white against his dark complexion.

  Shane shrugged and rinsed off his hands. “I don’t know. I like to get it over with, I guess.”

  Laura had already noticed the elegant silver box that he’d removed from the leather bag. It looked like an antique. The initials “S.J.D.” had been inscribed on the outside in a bold script. She watched as he opened the box and withdrew a chased silver razor. His morning growth was fairly heavy. The razor made a raspy sound as it passed over his skin.

  “Those aren’t your initials. Not your father’s either,” Laura commented idly as she watched him. Shane’s father’s name was Alexander and Shane’s middle name was Marcus.

  “It belonged to my grandfather,” Shane muttered before he stretched his mouth to one side and shaved a strip of skin beside his lips.

  “What was his name?” Laura murmured, unaware that she’d leaned subtly closer to him.

  “Salvador Joseph Dominic,” Shane replied as he rinsed the razor that was also an heirloom and then swept it across his jaw. “My mother worked with her jeweler to modify it to fit modern razors.”

  Laura smiled. “That sounds like something Elizabeth would do. She could have been a jewelry designer herself she was so talented,” she said, thinking how unfair it was that Elizabeth Dominic’s frail body had never allowed her to explore to the fullest a myriad of artistic talents. Laura and Elizabeth had been kindred creative spirits. She hadn’t said anything to Shane, but it had touched her deeply that Elizabeth had purchased some of her artwork without Laura’s knowledge.

  “So you remember my middle name?”

  Laura stiffened at the abrupt question. She hadn’t meant to reveal something so intimate.

  “I told you. I remember a lot of things about you.”

  “Right,” he said dryly before he resumed shaving. “Because you have a good memory.”

  Laura merely shrugged and turned away, refusing to watch him while he finished. Despite her actions, however, she was acutely aware of his movements beside her. Her heart seemed to swell unnaturally large in her chest a minute or two later, making it difficult for her lungs to find room to function adequately, when he removed his socks, then whisked his sweatpants and boxer briefs down his trim hips.

  “Stand up.”

  Laura rose hesitantly. He stalked toward her, completely naked. She stood rigid as he bent his head and grabbed her wrist. She wanted to look down and watch him as he unbuckled the leather cuffs. Or more correctly, she wanted to look down to ogle his glorious nude body.

  Being acutely aware of that desire was what made her stare straight ahead at his chest while he removed the cuffs and set them on the counter.

  “Take off your clothes.” He moved past her, sliding open the glass shower doors and turning the knob on the tap, testing the water with his fingers. When he turned around a moment later, she still stood there, unmoving.

  “I-I don’t want to take a shower with you.”

  “I didn’t ask your opinion on it,” he said. “Take off your clothes and get in.”

  Laura hesitated but Shane’s gaze suddenly flared with irritation. She quickly complied, not wanting a repeat of what had occurred earlier. Her bottom still smarted from her paddling.

  Her hands felt clumsy and useless as she removed her clothing and her necklace, probably because Shane stood and watched her. She would have been better off following his order immediately and undressing while he turned on the shower.

  Her step flagged when she saw that his cock had stiffened noticeably while she’d undressed.

  “Get in,” he said gruffly.

  Her gaze swept down him anxiously as she approached. He didn’t move. The space between him and the glass door was narrow. She squeezed past him, all too aware of his lengthening cock. She couldn’t prevent the smooth, velvety-soft tip from brushing across her naked hip. It lurched upward at the brief, electric contact. She glanced up to meet his smoldering stare.

  Laura stepped past him quickly beneath the warm jets of water. She wet her hair and let the water run over her face and body, shutting her eyes so that she didn’t have to acknowledge the naked, aroused, gorgeous specimen of manhood who had just shut the shower door, forcing her to share the steamy, confined space with him.

  Despite her tension it felt heavenly to wash herself. Had it really only been twenty-four hours since she’d last showered? It felt like an eternity.

  The thought made her open her eyes and reach for the soap in the recessed holder on the wall, but Shane’s large hand closed over the white bar before hers did. He reached over her head at the same time and grabbed a bottle of shampoo, handing it to her.

  “You wash your hair. I’ll do your body.”

  Laura’s hand slowly rose to encircle the plastic bottle. He waited while she squirted some of the pink liquid in her hand and rubbed it into her scalp before replacing the bottle. She massaged the shampoo into her wet hair but her gaze stuck on the sight of Shane lathering the soap liberally between his big hands.

  He reached out, sliding a white, foamy palm over her waist and upward. She stilled, realizing that her hair-washing had left her totally exposed with her hands on her head. Before she could drop her arms, however, he swept up with his soapy caress, cradling both of her breasts in his palm. He squeezed lightly as he washed her, slathering the foam over the damp globes, sliding his fingers over her erect nipples. Laura murmured in protest when he suddenly glided up to her underarms.

  “Put your arms back up,” he scolded, his lips twitching in amusement. Laura felt her cheeks heat as he cleaned her matter-of-factly, feeling embarrassed and yet strangely aroused by having him do something as intimate as washing her underarms. He moved on to lather up her shoulders and arms.

  Her face wasn’t the only thing that burned as he touched her body so intimately. Her pussy ached. Her clit simmered.

  God, she needed to come.

  She’d lain awake for hours last night listening to the sound of Shane’s even breathing, her pussy aflame after Shane’s purposeful depravation. Even her spanking and paddling had aroused her, although her lust had been mixed with fury and humiliation. Now she was forced to stand while Shane gently, almost lovingly caressed her vulnerable flesh with his large, capable hands.

  It was really too much to bear.

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nbsp; She sighed shakily when he stepped closer to her and his hands ran over the sensitive sides of her ribs. Her nipples pulled into painful erection as he slid both hands along the undersides of her breasts.

  “I can’t get over how soft your skin is . . . especially here. I’ve never felt anything like it,” he complimented huskily as he shaped her breasts, pressing the turgid nipples against his palms. Laura felt painfully aware of the fact that if she tilted her neck back their mouths would be only inches apart. Instead she remained with her head downcast. She stared as the tip of his fully erect, water-glistening penis slid against her lower belly while he languorously fondled her breasts.

  “Better rinse your hair,” Shane rasped.

  She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. The thick shampoo lather and warm water streamed down her back and neck, gliding over his wrists and hands as he continued to play with her breasts, running in rivulets down her belly and thighs.

  His hands left her breasts for a moment, briefly breaking her spell of sensual arousal. She blinked the water out of her eyes and watched him as he rubbed more soap into his hands. And then he was caressing her again, massaging her hips and thighs. Her legs quivered as a delicious heat and torpor weighted her flesh.

  “Open your eyes, Laura,” he ordered gruffly as his palms smoothed over hips and his fingertips gently glided over the sensitive skin of her ass.

  “No,” Laura whispered. She sensed his irritation at her refusal, but Shane held her at his mercy. He couldn’t expect to take everything from her.

  “Then open your thighs,” he demanded, his tone tinged with anger. That directive she followed eagerly.

  “Oh, God,” Laura cried out when she complied and he spread his lathered hand over her labia and rubbed, working his forefinger between the lips while his other fingers washed and sluiced warm water over the sensitive tissues of her outer sex. Laura clutched his shoulders, sinking her fingertips into the dense, warm muscle and held on for dear life.

  It felt delicious . . . decadent. She whimpered in pleasure when she felt the tip of his forefinger wash away the abundant cream at the entrance of her slit. The head of his cock, like a large, fleshy arrow tip, throbbed more insistently against her belly, the hard, smooth surface pressing against her wet skin, mounting her excitement exponentially.

  “I’d be fighting a losing battle if I tried to wash away all those juices. Besides, I’m too selfish to do it. You wash me now.”

  Laura’s eyes snapped open at the firm demand. She trembled in anguish when he removed his hands from her pussy.

  She’d never known Shane to be cruel. Why was he taunting her this way? Although, Laura had to admit, to be given the opportunity to run her hands over Shane’s glorious male body could hardly be called cruelty. But Laura wondered about that, as well, after she’d lathered up her hands and placed them on his rib cage.

  For a moment she didn’t move, the artist in her acutely attuned to the miraculous sculpture of masculine flesh that stood before her, his vibrant life force throbbing into her hands.

  Remember this, treasure it, a voice in her head called out plaintively.

  She slowly moved her foamy hands over his broad chest, relishing the feel of the wet, crinkly hair and the dense muscle beneath her fingertips. Neither of them spoke as she moved on to his neck, shoulders, and arms, her fingertips more than just washing, but exploring with sensual fascination the feeling of smooth, thick skin, the fascinating contours of muscle and bone. When she lathered up her hands again and transferred them to Shane’s hips and then his firm, muscular ass, she wondered if Shane held his breath just like she did.

  She dared to glance up at him then, one tight buttock curving into each of her palms. He watched her steadily, his eyes fiery blue flames. The sound of the water jetting from the showerhead and splattering onto the floor rivaled the drum of her pounding heart in her ears. Shane moved forward slightly, causing his heavy erection to slide along her belly, the thick head pressing against her belly button, the first few inches of the steely shaft rubbing against the softness of her abdomen.

  “Touch me.”

  Even though she’d refused to look at him while he’d touched her, Laura found that she couldn’t remove her eyes from his heady gaze now. She moved instantly, all too eager to comply when she was the one in charge of his pleasure. His handsome face convulsed slightly when she wrapped her soapy hand around the wet, thick shaft. She wondered if her own expression matched his at the moment as his facial muscles tightened with sublime excitement.

  She gripped his cock tightly, but her fingers couldn’t encircle the circumference completely. Her hand felt small and feminine on his steely length as she moved it up and down, her motions a frictionless glide due to the lather of the soap and warm water. A painful ache twanged her clit when she ventured downward to wash his testicles. Even though his large, heavy balls epitomized male power and potency, they felt strangely delicate in her gently massaging hand.

  She watched his face closely, fascinated by the subtle tension she saw grow in his features as she moved her hand back up the thick root of his cock. When she tightened her fist and focused her up and down movements on the lower portion of the sensitive head and the few inches below, he groaned thickly. Laura increased the pressure and pace, twisting her wrist for extra pressure on her upward motion, loving the flame that leapt into his eyes every time she did it. She was suddenly wild with a need to see his rigid features tighten even further into a rictus of mindless pleasure, to witness him coming thickly in her hand.

  Her fury of desire was interrupted suddenly, however, when he put his hands on her hips.

  “Turn around.”

  She noticed that he tilted the showerhead so that the warm spray went to the side of both of them. He pushed her forward until her hands went out to brace herself on the wall. She moaned when she felt him caress her ass cheeks.

  “Your bottom is still pink,” he said thickly from behind her. “Are you sore?”

  Laura bit her lip to prevent crying out in longing, to stop herself from begging him to put his beautiful cock in her seeping pussy. “N-not much,” she muttered. In truth, her ass was still warm and tingling from her paddling earlier, but what was that compared to the dull ache in her womb and the sharp, nearly unbearable burn of her clit?

  She glanced behind her, both anxious and eager to see what he was doing. Her eyes widened when she saw that he’d lathered up his hands again with a thick foam and now was reaching for the erection that jutted from his body. He slid his hand along the considerable length of his cock, spreading the lather. She groaned in anticipation when he came toward her.

  But instead of arrowing that delicious cock into her hungry pussy, he slid the length of his thick column into the crack of her ass cheeks.

  “Shane—” she cried out in confusion.

  “Hush,” he muttered as he put his hands on her buttocks and pulled them back while he pressed his cock deeper into the crevice. Then he switched the pressure, pressing her cheeks tightly together against his cock. Laura’s knees nearly buckled at the erotic sensation of his thick, throbbing penis sandwiched between her ass cheeks.

  “Your ass is gorgeous,” he mumbled behind her, almost as though he was talking to himself. Laura moaned in combined pleasure and agony when he began to shift his hips, causing his lathered cock to piston up and down in the crack of her ass. She could perfectly feel the thick, defined head as it burrowed up and down the crevice, sliding along that sensitive patch of skin on her lower back. “It’ll feel so good to come between these pink, paddled cheeks.”

  “No,” Laura moaned. Her pussy needed to be filled with him so badly at that moment that it felt like an open wound. “Fuck me, Shane. Please.”

  “You’ll see to my pleasure right now,” he grated out behind her even as he flexed his hips at a faster tempo. His big hands molded her ass cheeks more tightly against his thrusting cock. “I was about to make you come, you know. Maybe the next time I tell you to o
pen your eyes you’ll do it.”

  Laura glanced over her shoulder at him. When she saw the way he watched his ruddy cock fixedly as it poked in and out of the crevice of her ass she cried out in frustration and dropped her hand to her clit. She rubbed wildly at the burning piece of flesh but just as she was about to get the pressure she required, Shane grabbed her hand and placed it back against the wall.

  “What did I say?” he growled. He swatted her bottom once when she didn’t reply. Laura yelped, not so much because the spanking hurt as she was taken by surprise by the wet popping sound of his palm against her ass.

  “That . . . that I would see to your pleasure right now.”

  “That’s right. And all you have to do is hold still.”

  Laura sobbed softly in mixed misery and stark arousal as he continued to slide his cock between her bottom cheeks. It felt as if he was masturbating, but using her flesh to do it instead of his hand. The realization humiliated and excited her at once, because part of her wanted Shane to use her for his pleasure.

  She braced herself against the wall, tears spilling down her cheeks, while he pumped into the tight crevice with more force, his pistoning cock making lewd, sloshing noises as the thick cap plunged down into wet, lathered flesh, rubbing her intimately.

  “You feel that against your little asshole? Do you like that, baby?”

  God, yes, she liked it.

  “Answer me,” he grated out.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  She closed her eyes in anguish when he grunted a moment later and she felt his cock throb against her skin, then the erotic feeling of his warm come jetting onto her lower back and pooling in the crack of her ass. He growled like a well-satisfied animal as he continued to thrust while he came, his semen running down the crack thickly and anointing her sensitive asshole.

  A sound of profound frustration and longing vibrated in her throat.

  Shane straightened behind her, saying nothing as he moved the showerhead and rinsed his abundant emissions off her skin. She was glad he didn’t make her turn around to face him when he drew her up so that she was no longer leaning against the wall. She stood there, staring sightlessly at the control knob for the shower while Shane flicked open the top of a bottle of conditioner and massaged some into her hair.