She was his fantasy—she loved that idea.
Braze’s hand drifted lower, through the wet curls at the apex of her thighs. He cupped her entire pussy in his big hand and massaged lightly. His lips brushed her ear.
“Do you want me to wash you here, Mistress?” His voice was pure sin. “Should I wash your soft little pussy and make you moan some more?”
A shudder wracked her.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Wash me there. I want you to.”
Braze rumbled his approval—a dark, satisfied sound. He spread her open, exposing her completely to the water and his touch. Long fingers stroked her slippery inner lips, already swollen and eager for him. His touch was knowing—completely unerring.
Unlike Mark, who’d always fumbled, rubbing uselessly to one side or the other, Braze found her clit immediately, as if drawn by a magnet.
Kaitlyn moaned and bucked against him as he circled the aching little button with the pad of one finger using a perfect, maddening pressure—not too rough and not too light. He seemed to know exactly how a woman’s body needed to be touched—something her ex had never learned despite years of marriage.
“Oh, God!” Kaitlyn cried, her hips rocking, grinding herself against his hand. “Oh, Braze, that feels so good!”
“So responsive,” he whispered, his breath hot on her neck. “So wet for me already. Can I wash inside you, Mistress? Do I have your permission to fingerfuck your hot little cunt?”
The filthy words, spoken in that deep, hungry growl, pushed her right to the edge.
“Yes! Do it, Braze. Wash inside me!” she heard herself begging.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he rumbled.
As he spoke, two long, thick fingers slid into her, filling her utterly. He pumped them slowly…deeply…the heel of his hand keeping up a relentless, circling pressure on her clit.
The dual sensation of being penetrated and stimulated at the same time was overwhelming. Kaitlyn found she was panting—her fingers scrabbling against the wet marble wall for purchase.
And all the while, Braze—who was usually so taciturn and silent—was talking to her, his voice a constant, dirty prayer pouring into her ear.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take my fingers,” he growled, his voice a rough vibration against her neck as his fingers curled deep inside her. “Nice and deep—open up for me.”
Kaitlyn gasped—a sharp, needy sound in her own ears.
“Braze…!” she moaned.
His name was a plea and a prayer. She pushed back against him, trying to take him deeper, her own hips moving in a frantic rhythm against his hand.
“Your soft little cunt is so tight, so perfect,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. He added a third finger, stretching her exquisitely, and she cried out, her nails scraping the marble. “I’ve wanted this…wanted you since the first time I saw you, baby.”
“You have me,” she panted, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush. Her head lolled back on his shoulder. “God, you have me…I’m so close.”
“I know you are, Mistress. You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” His praise was a dark rumble in her ear as his thumb pressed against her clit, circling with pinpoint precision. “Let go for me, baby. Come for me. I need to feel you shake apart in my arms.”
“I’m close…I’m so close…” she moaned, the spring in her belly winding impossibly tight. Her entire world had narrowed to the heat of his chest against her back…the scent of soap and steam…and the devastating skill of his hand between her legs as he rumbled those sweet, dirty words into her ear.
“I love how you get so wet for me.” He pumped his fingers slowly, letting her feel every deliberate stroke—every movement. “My good girl. My perfect Mistress.”
That did it. The combination of praise and his knowing touch shredded Kaitlyn’s last shred of control.
“Braze—I’m coming!” she moaned as the orgasm tore through her—a white-hot detonation that shattered her thoughts into sparks. She cried out, her hips bucking, her body shaking and helpless in the circle of his arms. Her knees buckled—completely useless—and she started to go down.
Braze’s arm banded around her waist, pulling her back against him, holding her upright as the waves of pleasure crashed through her.
“Easy, Mistress,” he murmured into her ear, his voice thick with satisfaction and care. His fingers were still inside her, gentling now, drawing out the last pulses of devastating pleasure. “It’s all right. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
Kaitlyn went boneless against him, spent and trembling, the water washing over them both. She felt clean and safe. The only marks left on her were the one on her ankle, and the new, searing brand of Braze’s possession on her soul.
