He tapped the digital controls, and the rainfall of water shut off. A handheld wand switched on. Instead of a round showerhead style, this was a silver cylinder with two lines of holes on the top half. Eric pointed it at his own leg as he adjusted the temperature.
“This is my punishment?” She eyed the water. “A cold shower?”
It sounded like a genuine punishment, and the fact that she was well and truly unable to get away, thanks to the cuffs, was starting to make her nervous.
“Cold water is good for you.”
Shit. Didn’t Danish and Swedish people like to do things like swim around in the ocean in the middle of winter?
He turned the spray on her and she braced herself, eyes squeezed shut. But it was perfect warm water that hit her legs.
She blew out a noisy breath and he laughed.
“I know you said no kneeling, but I’ll need to for this.”
Eric dropped down to one knee, then took her injured leg, propping her foot on his thigh her leg raised and bent at the knee. Now was not the time to tell him Gus had done something similar, especially when the intentions were clearly different.
Eric angled her knee to spread her thigh and make sure he had a perfect view of her pussy. He spread her sex open with two fingers, one on each labia.
Then he angled the spray at her pussy.
The firm jets of water hit her clit, still sensitive from earlier, and Nikolett moaned. He adjusted the angle, tapped a button on the handheld piece to change the settings until he was finally satisfied.
Rhythmic hard pulses of water hit her clit. Each time they did, her pussy clenched on nothing, and after only a minute, she was desperately rocking her hips, wishing for something more. Something to drive her over the edge.
Eric moved with her, keeping the water steady, his fingers ensuring she stayed spread, her clit mercilessly exposed.
She came faster and harder than she thought she would, given it was just water.
But it wasn’t just water. It was him using water to make her come while she was bound and naked in the shower. It was him putting her in restraints after brutally fucking her throat and making her swallow his semen.
It was him offering her the punishment as absolution.
Nikolett turned her face into her arm, panting through the trailing end of the orgasm as he lowered the shower wand.
When her breathing had evened out, she blinked, her eyelashes damp from the heavy steam. She looked down at him, prepared to smile and thank him.
He raised the shower wand, aiming the water at her clit once more.
Nikolett shrieked, both in surprise and at the intensity of the sensation. He had neither increased nor decreased the pressure. She was the changed variable, her body more sensitive, thanks to the orgasm from mere minutes ago.
All the muscles in her pelvis and lower belly clenched tight. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to fight the orgasm or force it to come faster.
“Eric,” she gasped.
“Give me another.”
Water hit her clit again, again,again. The firm, warm pulses so brutally precise that her teeth started to ache from clenching them.
The second orgasm ripped from her with a moan.
Nikolett sagged when it was over and he’d moved the water away, wrists starting to hurt in the cuffs. That sensation was faint and far away compared to the way she could feel her heartbeat in her clit.
“That’s two.”
Though she considered herself an intelligent person, it wasn’t until that moment that she realized the full extent of this punishment. He was going to force her to orgasm again and again. Each time, she would get only more sensitive, which would in turn blur the line between pleasure and pain.
Instead of pain morphing to pleasure, this covered the other end of the spectrum pleasure compounded until it tipped into pain.
