“H-how many?” she gasped out.
Eric casually thumbed her clit, making her hips jerk. “As many as I think you need.”
“Sadistic bastard,” she muttered in Hungarian.
He replied in halting, but understandable, Hungarian, “Don’t be rude.”
Nikolett’s mouth fell open. “You speak?—”
She never finished the question because the water was back on her clit. This time, she fought, twisting to try and shift the water if only for a moment. She was too sensitive; it was too much.
He slammed her back against the cold tile wall. The forearm of the hand spreading her open jammed hard against her midsection to keep her in place.
This was what it meant to be truly helpless. She could not move him. Could not fight him. He was in total control of her body. Could and would use his size and strength to make her do whatever he wanted.
All you have to do is say no,a little voice whispered.
That little voice needed to shut the fuck up because it was ruining the moment.
Pulse, pulse, pulse. The water hit her clit which felt swollen and abused. Deliciously so. She shook her head, as much as she was able, given that her arms were pressed against her ears.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“You can.”
She was wound too tight, a spring that would break rather than release.
But then she did, the orgasm taking her entirely by surprise.
Nikolett screamed through her teeth, her thigh muscles trembling as her pussy clenched and pulsed.
When she sagged, he moved the water jets away as he had before, but this time, as soon as he put the shower wand down, he thrust two fingers up into her pussy. The final pulses of the orgasm had her clenching around him and the sudden fullness ramped the sensation back up.
“Eric,” she whimpered.
“Shhh, I know. I know, Nikki.”
He helped ease her foot off his leg. She brought her feet together, leaning back against the wall as she panted. Her closedlegs added pressure against her clit, and that was almost too much.
Eric turned her so she was facing the glass shower door.
She heard the beeps as he adjusted the intensity of the wand before raising it to mid back and holding it there. Warm water sluiced down skin that had chilled against the cool tile walls.
Then he brought the wand down, pointing it between her cheeks. A second later, his hand followed, sliding up and down between the globes of her ass, his fingertips grazing her rear entrance.
Nikolett stiffened, only then remembering what he’d said—that he’d take her mouth again before her took her ass.
He’d just fucked her mouth.
“Shhh,” he soothed, kissing her lower back. “Not doing much right now. I came prepared, but everything is in my room.”
“Prepared?”
He moved away for a moment, and when he came back, she felt the rough texture of a washcloth circling around and over her ass cheeks.
“I have anal trainers with me.”
Nikolett tried to look back at him, but her arms were stretched too tight.
