He raised his eyebrow defiantly.
Reaching down, I tugged the sheets off him, groaning to find him locked in his cage.
“I’m going in the shower. Take the cage off and try not to get into any more trouble.”
I stepped into the en suite, stripping off my clothes and tossing them into the hamper before turning on the shower.
The water was hot and stole my breath as I let it cascade over my skin, but as large hands cupped my breasts and a hard cock pressed against my cheeks, I let out a moan.
Charlie’s mouth found my neck, licking and sucking as his hands moved down my body.
“I took my cage off,” he murmured against my skin as he ground into me.
“I can feel.” I braced my hands on the wall.
“I want to be inside you. I want to make you come. Can I?” His fingers edged by folds, skimming my clit. “Spread your thighs.”
I did as he asked and he notched his cock at my entrance, driving in with one long thrust. He filled me, the burn of his stretch being replaced almost instantly with pleasure as my body welcomed his familiar fit.
“Charlie,” I panted as he thrust into me. “I thought I was punishing you.”
He groaned as he tilted me forward, his arm tightening around my waist. “You are… I want you to, but I wanted you to come first.”
My body tightened with need as he fucked me; the warmth of the water, the way he circled my clit, his hand splayed across my stomach, intensifying the pressure on my G-spot. This man could play my body as beautifully as he played his guitar.
“You’re so wet, Princess. Fuck. You need to come before I do. You feel so good.”
Deepening his thrust, it finished me off, and I came, screaming out Charlie’s name. He fucked me hard until I was a whimpering, shaking mess, my heart hammering and my clit throbbing.
“I’ve had a plug in all day, so you don’t need to worry about hurting me. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me. I want you in every way I can get you, Princess.” His words skimmed the shell of my ear as he pulled out, vanishing from the bathroom, leaving me breathless.
Turning off the water, I stepped out of the shower and reached for a warm towel from the rail to wrap round my sated body. Rubbing the condensation from the mirror, I stared at my reflection. Pink cheeks, my now damp silver hair piled messily on top of my head, my skin tingling as I dried off and slipped on the black panties that had been in the box. Lifting the dildo from the side, I ran my fingers over the length of it before fitting it into the underwear.
The change in me was instant as power surged through my body and I knew I could do this… I could give him what he’d asked for.
Walking out of the bathroom, I was met with Charlie staring at me through hooded eyes as he stroked his purple, angry looking cock. I noticed how his body trembled and his breath hitched.
“You just need to say the word and I’ll stop. You know that, right?”
“Yes,” he husked.
I climbed onto the bed, laying down next to him before running my finger over his cockhead, collecting the precum dripping from him. “Did you really come three times today?”
He nodded.
“Such a bad boy.” I glanced up, noticing that the door to his walk in closet was open, giving me an idea.
“Stand up against that side of the bed.” He moved quickly to where I’d pointed, while I tried to dampen down the butterflies bouncing in my stomach. I took the lube from the bedside table and walked toward him.
“You look so stunning with that on,” he whispered. “Can I touch it?” His Adam’s apple moved slowly as his eyes locked onto the dildo. I handed him the lube.
“Cover yourself before you touch me.”
He opened the bottle and tipped the clear liquid onto his palm without breaking our gaze.
“You nervous?” I asked softly, watching him fist himself slowly.
He shook his head. “I trust you. I want this from you.”
