If he doesn’t, he sure does freaking do it a lot.
I knock politely on the door. “My king?” I ask. “I need a shower too.”
“You can have one after I’m done.”
“But…” I try to think of another excuse. “Don’t you want me to clean your cock? With my mouth?”
There’s nothing but silence. Just as I’m about to think of something else to say, the door opens, and I preen.
Then deflate.
“You’re clothed,” I say accusingly. The shower is still running behind him, but he’s fully dressed in all black as per usual.
Rubbing a towel through his hair, he steps aside. “The shower is yours,” he says.
“Don’t you want to join me?”
“Yes.”
I smile. Then bat my eyes as I reach for his clothes. “Do you want me to undress you?”
“No,” he says as he steps back.
“So you want to shower in your clothes?” I ask, my head cocked to the side.
“No. I’m going to watch you.”
I blank. He continues to dry his hair.
“Go have a shower, my queen. We have a very busy day today.”
Blushing, I clear my throat. How does he make the tame, mundane things still sound so naughty? My legs as wet as the shower’s about to make them, I walk towards the glass door. I can feel his eyes on my ass, caressing the bruises he left on me. As I pass the large mirror over the sink, I glance at my reflection.Old bruises mar my front. New bruises mar my back. Every part of my body has been claimed by him, and the thought of watching him watch me as I lather those marks…Fuck.
He is going to edge me. Worse, he’s not going to let me touch him while he does it. He’s put a whole freaking panel of glass in my way.
“Gods, Iloveedging,” I say as I reach the shower, but the joy I tried to push into my words sounds flat even to me.
He chuckles. “Wash your hair first as you face me. I want to see those tits lift as I imagine sucking on them.”
I breathe heavily as I look over my shoulder. I expected him to have his cock in his hand, but he doesn’t. The towel is now draped over his shoulders. His arms are crossed. And he’s just staring at me. But dear gods can I feel him fucking me with those eyes, and somehow, it feels hotter with him fully clothed while I’m in a state of naked vulnerability.
I stumble into the shower. The steaming water adds to the heat inside me, so I turn it down, knowing I will need a bit of reprieve to make it through this. Reaching for the shampoo, I start to wash my pink strands.
“Face me,” he demands.
A shiver runs down my spine. I turn around. His eyes land on my breasts while I stare at his cock, hard beneath his trousers.
“If you were a good girl,” he says as I lift my gaze to his, “I’d be in there with you. I’d have your back against that wall –”
I stumble back, feeling the shock of the cold tiles against my skin.
“– with my hands in your hair –”
My fingers tingle, feeling the phantom of his touch.
“– as I stroke those lips of yours with mine.” His jaw tics, but no other part of him moves. “I’d kiss my way down your neck.”
My hands wash soap suds across my sensitive skin.
