“What’s wrong, Kitty Cait?” he taunts.
I slam the door shut behind me and turn on the bath. I kick off my stockings and strip down in record speed. I feel like a horny teenager about to fuck for the first time and the high is intoxicating.
I look at myself in the mirror, seeing my body with different eyes. I’m flushed, and hot, and sexy. My hair is curling around my shoulder, obscuring parts of my breasts. I push into the button on the bottom of my toy, turning it on. I run my vibrator over my chest to my nipple and hiss at the sensitivity. The bud peaks quickly, and I give it a pinch with my other hand as the silicone moves down my stomach.
The pounding water in the tub drowns out my first moan, but I know I can’t stay quiet.
I don’twantto stay quiet.
I want Bastian to hear me and wonder what noises I’d make with him on top of me, inside me.
I put my leg up, resting my foot on the edge of the bath, and drag the vibrator to my opening. It’s so wet, but thoughts of embarrassment are far away. It slides into me with little effort, and my muscles clamp down on the cold shaft. I groan loud as I push it in farther, until the second vibrating piece rests against my clit.
My body curls in on itself at the intensity of pleasure. I grab the edge of the sink, panting as I fight the sensation of coming so quickly. I don’t want this to be over. I haven’t even fantasized about Bastian’s soft tongue—
“Oh god,” I cry as the ecstasy quickly spirals out of my control.
My arm trembles and my other knee locks as I ride the gut clenching wave. I suck down a desperate breath and then pull the vibrator out when the pleasure devolves into oversensitivity. I click the vibrator off and let out a long, contented sigh.
“Don’t stop,” Bastian’s voice commands from the other side of the door.
My heartbeat rachets up to a thousand, my pulse fluttering like pages blown by the wind. I’m not ashamed he caught me; I wanted him to hear but…
“I said—”
The sound of extended claws drags down the wood in a long, slow pull. It sends a shiver down my spine that pings in my clit.
“Don’t. Stop.”
I wet my lips as a truly deranged thought comes to my head. “Make me.”
“Caitlin,” he growls.
It’s delightfully dangerous. Scintillatingly sinful. I want to obey, even though I know I’m too sensitive.
I turn the faucet off and walk to the door. I can almost feel him on the other side, that same electricity in my chest responding to his presence. I lean against the wood and click on the vibrator.
“Now sing for me,” he says, igniting me once again.
I move the vibrator around my clit because direct contact is too intense, but even light pressure is enough to make me moan. He mirrors my sound from the other side and smutty thoughts float through my head like an effervescent daydream. Is he touching himself, too? Am I affecting him the same way?
God, I know I was. I could feel him hard against my side when he whispered in my ear.
“Mine.”
Oh, fuck.
I snap my knees together but it’s too late, I’m coming again, and louder.
Bastian groans, his breathing heavy against the crack in the door. “Again.”
“I can’t,” I whimper as my body trembles.
“Again,” he says, dominant and demanding, with an edge of desperation.
There’s a slick noise between his panting breaths and I know it’s his cock gliding through his palm. It’s so fucking hot my knees buckle. I slide to the floor and I hear him fall with me. He’s on his knees behind me. Cock in hand, begging for my wet moans. I could open the door and…
Ruin it.
