She was a temptation that was going to drag me down to hell.
I'd go willingly and happily if it meant I got to bury myself in her tight heat every night.
I pulled out of her, stopping to admire my work.
The faint outline of handprints on her pale ass, her swollen pussy lips, the mixture of both of our come dripping from her tight little cunt.
That sight alone was almost enough to tempt me into fucking her again. Especially when I glimpsed her reflection in the mirror, still watching me, her teeth sinking into her lush bottom lip.
Did she know she had stolen my control?
It didn't matter. I was reclaiming it immediately.
I turned on the shower, the water near scorching. Steam began to rise immediately, curling between us.
Anna hadn't moved. She was still bent over the sink, her body shaking as she tried to catch her breath.
I pulled her upright, then lowered the zipper on her dress. The rasp of metal teeth cut through the humid air.
Steam filled the room, and condensation formed on the mirror. She remained motionless, silent, as I pushed her dress off her shoulders and let it float down to the floor.
My hands went to her breasts, cupping them, weighing them, and then pinching her pale pink nipples, making them so taut they pointed to the sky.
"Tell me, Anna, do you like the way I touch you?"
She turned her head to the side, refusing to answer.
I leaned down to whisper in her ear as my fingers tightened around her nipples in warning. "Do not make me punish you. The spanking was nothing. You will tell me the truth...or the punishment will be severe."
"I like the way you touch me, but I hate that I like it."
I chuckled at her brutal honesty.
"Why do you hate it?"
"Because I shouldn't want it. You are using me to hurt my mother. Your touch should be repulsive. It makes me feel used, like a toy."
The condensation on the mirror was getting thicker. Several drops gathered on the glass and slid down, clearing a path through the haze.
"You are my little sex doll. Do you want to know the real reason you hate it?" I asked.
She met my eye in the foggy glass where the condensation had cleared a path just wide enough. "Why?"
"Because you fucking love it. I think you like it when I fuck you hard and dirty because then you can tell yourself you didn't have a choice."
"No—I?—"
"Yes, that's exactly it. That's why when I left you wanting this morning, you weren't relieved. This will go so much easier for you if you admit you like being my little plaything."
She glared at me in the mirror, but I saw the way her pupils were wide and the way her fingers curled around the edge of the sink. She couldn't hide the way her pulse raced and her hips pushed back against me, begging for more.
"Here is what you are going to do. You are going to get in the shower and get cleaned up. Then, when you get out, you will put on the dress I picked out for you. I am taking you out tonight."
With a quick smack on her ass, I left her alone in the bathroom.
If I were in there another moment, I wasn't sure I wouldn't break under the temptation and fuck her again.
And bending her over again, putting her on her knees, and having her lick her juices off of my cock was really fucking tempting.
