Another wave of heat curled through me, crazed and dizzying. I was sliding down the wall. No, he was holding me, keeping me in position.
When he raked his finger around my clit, I was certain there was no chance I could obey him. I did. Somehow, I managed tocling to the invisible leash he had, willing myself to be that good girl.
Yet when he thrust his finger inside, touching mine, I was ready to beg. My muscles clenched around him, the hard pulse thrumming in my ears.
His chuckle was dark and deep and I watched in utter fascination as he slipped his finger into his mouth, sucking while I stood shaking and gawking.
“Please. I need to come.”
Why was every expression on his face more dominating than the one before? He was in total control, taking me to the highest of highs before ripping me back to reality. I couldn’t focus, echoes of my moans bouncing in my ears.
“Not yet. Not until you’re ready.”
What in the hell did he mean by that?
He pulled away, his eyes darting to another area in the shower. What was he looking for? I realized what he was doing only seconds before he jerked me around to face the wall.
The bath brush?
What?
My heart almost stopped beating as a wave of adrenaline pumped through my veins. He planted my hands where he wanted them, forcing my palms against the wall. I threw a look over my shoulder, licking drops of water off my lips. Trying to see. Longing to know what he had planned.
He twirled the long-handled brush several times. Every sound he made left me spinning, losing control of my mind and body.
The brutal crack of the wood against my bottom was jarring and I rolled onto the balls of my feet. “Shit. Shit.” I bit my cheek, trying to keep from screaming. The pain was biting, tearing through me faster than the shard of electricity.
His sounds escalated as he smacked my buttocks several times, moving back and forth. When he took a breath, allowing me to come down from the near high he’d driven me to, I pressed my cheek against the wall. My pussy was still throbbing, the scent of raging desire stronger than before.
Yet I knew his required discipline wasn’t finished.
As he rolled his fingers down my spine, he hummed as if thinking of the perfect song. I almost laughed. Maybe he thought this was romantic. This side of him was even more exciting, keeping me tingling all over.
Another hard crack was jarring.
My mind spinning.
My pulse racing.
My eyelashes fluttered across my cheeks as the brutal pounding of my heart drowned out almost everything else. We were in a sweet vacuum, both becoming lost to the intense moment.
Another three smacks.
Another rush of desire.
“Please. I need to come.” Now I was begging shamelessly, no longer concerned about surrendering to him.
It was my choice.
My need.
“Mmm… Soon, little butterfly. Soon.” The touch of his fingers was stimulating yet comforting, but soon I was reminded that I’d yet to become his good girl.
With every crack of the brush, my pussy clenched tighter. I was so wet and hot, steam rising in the shower so I couldn’t see clearly. But why was it necessary? I was able to feel everything clearly. So alive. So on edge. So…
As the spanking continued, I licked my lips, melting against the wall and opening my legs wider for him. When I arched myback, jutting out my hips in a blatant invitation, he cursed in Russian. There was no need for clarification.
He wanted me as much as I craved him.
