He wraps his arm around my waist and I lean against him. His voice rumbles through his chest. “Relax. You’re here to enjoy yourself. I want you to be a good girl and come so hard you can’t remember your own name. Do you think you can do that for me, lass?”
I love how he keeps calling me lass. “Yes,” I breathe out, finally allowing myself to relax into his embrace. “This is better than going home to worry about my troubles.”
His fingers trail lightly over the hem of my skirt as he nibbles at my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “What troubles?”
Oh shit, what should I tell him? I try to sound casual. “I have to be out of my place before Thanksgiving and I don’t know where I’m moving yet. Everywhere I’ve looked is too expensive.”
He kisses my neck again. “Let me help you out of that costume, and then we’ll shower together. The water will help you forget everything.”
Somehow I think it’s his cock that will make me forget everything and not the shower, but I hold that thought to myselfas I remove my costume slowly like a striptease, drawing it out. The look of raw desire I get from him makes it worth it. I’ve never had anyone look at me like he does, or treat me with such kindness. I’m going to enjoy tonight and not worry about the future.
Once I’m undressed, he quickly takes off his costume as well and throws it in a wicker laundry basket. The moment I see his cock again, my pussy throbs. I really want him inside me.
“I know that look, lass, but patience. First, a nice, long shower.”
He leads me to the connected master bath and turns on the water in a massive shower that could easily hold four people. I give him a coy grin as I walk past him and test the water from one of the shower heads—there’s one on each end of the shower. It’s already hot—and I’m not surprised. He’s probably got a fancy tankless water heater that instantly heats up. I step in and close my eyes as the warmth cascades over my body. The sound of the water is soothing and I let out a contented sigh.
My peace doesn’t last long. He grabs me, pinning me against the cool tile, and I gasp in surprise. He kisses me passionately, his cock rubbing against my mound. His aggression causes my neediness to skyrocket and I mewl with frustration when the kiss ends. I’m wound tighter than a spring, and all I can think about is getting his cock in me again.
I pout at him, but he smiles and lathers a loofah in body wash. It smells like oranges, and I almost melt from pleasure at the familiar scent. He takes his time washing me, even my hair,before rinsing me off. When I make a move to grab his cock, he pushes me away and turns me around to smack my ass once.
“Behave,” he warns, and my pussy flutters in delight from his tone.
He quickly washes himself with the orange soap and rinses off. My ass tingles from the one smack and I desperately wish he’d given me more.
He turns off the water and guides me out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry me off. I giggle. “Shouldn’t I be the one drying you?”
He laughs and finds another towel to wrap around his waist. “If I let you dry me, you might get carried away and try to have your wicked way with me, lassie. Let me take care of you first. Just enjoy it.”
He winks at me and I feel like I’m a compliant puddle of goo. It’s a strange sense of contentment. “Okay, you can take care of me,” I say, giving in to his charm.
Once I’m dry, he leads me into the bedroom and has me sit in a chair while he brushes my hair. The gentle rhythm of the brush lulls me into a trance, and I sigh happily as he combs it.
I feel boneless, and I close my eyes, losing myself in the soothing sensation. He places a soft kiss on the top of my head, and I peek up at him in gratitude.
“Does this feel good?” he asks, and I nod, still feeling lazy as the brush works wonders on me.
His touch is gentle and caring, making me feel cherished. And as I sit there, letting him take care of me, I realize that I’m really enjoying being with him.
When he’s done brushing my hair, he moves in front of me and caresses my cheek. The firmness of his fingers feels good as he runs his thumb across my jawline. The scent of his body wash tickles my nose, and I feel like I’m under his spell.
“Do you like me being dominant over you?” His rough tone sends a thrill through me. My pussy throbs as I recall the dominance he displayed at the party, and I want it again.
The pressure between my legs grows, and I swallow nervously, uncertain how to answer. I love the way he’s making me feel, but I don’t want to sound so needy.
His eyes glitter with amusement and he steps even closer and threads his fingers into my hair. He tugs, pulling my head back. When he leans down and takes possession of my mouth, my mind races. Holy hell, how does he know what I like when I don’t even know it myself? I’ve never reacted this strongly to a guy, and I’m ready to give him whatever he wants.
He releases my mouth and smiles down at me. “Answer me, lass. Do you want to be my good girl and obey me?”
The pleasure he gave me earlier flickers in my mind. I want him, and I want to be his good girl.
I nod my head and say softly, “Yes, please.”
He looks pleased with my answer and pulls me out of the chair, leading me over to the bed. The plush carpet beneath my feet makes me feel like I’m walking on pillows, and I appreciate the luxuriousness of his bedroom. I didn’t set out to snare a rich dom, but I’m going to enjoy my time at Leo’s house.
“Then get on all fours on the bed,” he demands, and I nearly swoon at the dominance in his voice.
I can’t take my eyes off of him as I watch him open the drawer of his nightstand and take out a condom. As he opens it and rolls it over his thick cock, my mouth goes dry. I better do as he requested if I want to get fucked. I scamper onto the bed, spreading my knees wide and resting my forearms on the mattress so my pussy is stretched open to his view.
