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Us short girls really got the shaft with most things.

Blocking out the instantaneous innuendo Bane’s accented voice supplied in my head, I aimed my focus on the pins as needles sensation pickling my hands and feet as they thawed. I choked on a laugh through the water sluicing over my face. Never thought I would experience finger numbing cold during summer.

My breaths eased in and out of me, pulse slowing as I completed my shower routine absently, my purple loofa leaving swirls of bubbles over every inch of my skin. I lifted one of my breasts to clean underneath, but froze mid-scrub, then continued when I couldn’t hear anything amiss and not knowing what irked my senses. A second later I paused again as a low moan somehow filtered through the noise of the shower spray hitting the bottom of the tub. Something like anticipation tightened my abdominals and I ripped the curtain back, revealing one of the sexiest scenes in my life. It was so unbelievable I wanted to sketch it, if only to prove I witnessed it firsthand.

Through the haze fogging the bathroom, I watched as Bane gripped his cock with one hand and fondled his balls with the other. My thighs pressed together, a whimper issuing from me without my permission. Bane’s electric blue gaze heated, his upper fangs biting into his lip.

My grotesque liked an audience.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away, wetness drowning my pussy enough that I could tell the difference despite the water flowing over me. “That looks painful,” I blurted. A sexy grotesque is jerking off while watching you shower, and that’s the first words out of your mouth?

“Oh,” he groaned, nostrils flaring with his next breath and thumb circling through the pre-cum on the head of his cock with every upstroke, “it is. I can smell your messy little cunt from here. It’s a tragedy, really,” he continued on a panted exhale, “for you that is, that it’ll remain unsatisfied.”

“Wh-at?” I slurred, as if lust drunk. A shiver unrelated to my aroused state shimmied over my skin as an air-conditioned breeze seeped under the closed door, alerting me to the fact that I’d been standing here for who knows how fucking long, shower spraying water all over the floor…Completely. Naked.

Oh, my fuck.

I tensed, heart jumping into my throat, then gripped the edge of the shower curtain and slashed it closed. Why me? That’s just my damn luck. My eyes squeezed shut as I realized I only closed the crystal-clear plastic liner, not the fabric curtain.

Bane’s head tilted back with harsh, mocking laughter, his eyes raking over my body. “Oh, my sweet, Miko,” he moaned, “look at that sexy flush decorating your tits.”

Intense, sudden anger pierced through the need scrambling my brain. I jabbed my hand past the liner, snatching the fabric curtain hard enough that I was surprised my nails didn’t slice it, yet, through it all my eyes remained glued to his groin, some part of my brain not occupied with dirty scene playing out just for me, noting the tell-tale signs of his impending climax.

Ice sizzled warily over the boiling blood in my veins.

Something tells me, if I witness his sharply defined stone face during the of ecstasy, there’s no coming back from that.

A dominant growl rumbled from his chest. “Leave the curtain open,” he commanded, stalking over to me and never ceasing his pleasurable ministrations, then ripped the liner from its hooks, seeming not to notice the spray of the water bouncing off me and onto him. Bane tilted his head to the side, a manic, borderline sadistic grin curling his mouth. “Maybe, if you weren’t such a needy little slut, I’d make you beg for my cum as you orgasmed all over my fat cock.”

I moaned as my clit pulsed sharply and pressure coiled in my core, our combined panted breaths filling my ears. Oh no. No, no, no. I couldn’t possibly be turned on by the embarrassment, or is it the degradation, right? RIGHT?

Still, my hand slid down my belly and over my pubic bone, then stalled. I released an undignified, disgruntled sound, gaze flying between our bodies as something hindered my progress south. Blinking, I realized why as Bane’s hand pinned my hand in place, it’s stupidly enormous size spanning between my hipbones. “You⁠—”

Bane chuckled darkly, then spoke through a moan. “Arsehole, dick, motherfucker,” he growled, “I’ve been called them all and then some, but it won’t keep me from stopping your orgasm, Honeybee. And fuuuck am I close,” he informed me through a guttural moan.

I swallowed thickly, utterly failing to hide my carnal pleasure-soaked sounds. “Please. P-lease release me. I need.” My thighs rubbed together, desperate from some relief.

“Poor, Baby Girl, all worked up and no cock to sit on,” he teased relentlessly and shame, shame that I think I liked washed through me. His domineering stance returned, panic flooding me as he stroked himself so fast his hand blurred. “Fuck me, woman. Keep begging like that,” he paused, licking his lips, and panted, “but on your knees.”

Without conscious thought my legs went out from under me, I hardly noticed his tail gripping my waist to slow my drop and positioning itself over my hand to replace his. Somehow, it didn’t occur to me that I, in fact, had two hands. I blame his enthralling, skilled masturbatory techniques.

I hungrily watched the way he roughly handled himself, toying with the tight skin of his rising scrotum with forefinger and thumb and loosing pace with his other as he stoked once, twice, and uttered an anguished-this-is-pure-bliss-moan. My jaw dropped, perhaps instinctually knowing what was next, as his head swelled and his cock erupted. Abnormally hot cum shot onto my cheek, causing me to jolt, and I barely managed to close my eyes in time for Bane to aim spurt after spurt of his orgasm all over my upper ribs, breasts, neck, and face.

To my utter shame, I mewled and moaned the entire time, even sticking my tongue out to taste him. Temporarily forgetting he prevented my own climax. I obediently kneeled there like a good little submissive until the aches and pains throughout my body resumed their chorus of complaints. My legs shook as I stood, heavy lids creaking open, only to immediately squeeze shut as a drop of Bane’s cum dripped from my eyelashes, the comforting weight of my grumpy demeanor settling into my bones.

“For fuck’s sake,” I complained over his boisterous, cheerful laughter, wiping the thick spend from my eyes and stabbing him with cum free glare. “Did you have to aim for my eyes?”

He howled with laughter, bending at the waist and gripping his knees. “Sh-ite,” he managed to say following a pffft of air through his twitching lips as he pressed them together. “Really, Miko, I don’t mean to laugh, but you should see the bleedin’ scowl on your adorable face. I thought that’s what you wanted. You kneeled so willingly and opened your mouth like you expected a treat. Well,” he explained, drawing out the E in the way I’d never get tired of hearing, “there was nothing left to do but give it to you.”

I fought my own smile and mumbled under my breath, lower lip jutting out. “I will admit no such thing.”

“What was that, Honeybee?”

I exhaled slowly through my nose. “Fine. I admit it.”

“Admit, what exactly?”

“I want your cum okay? Are you fucking happy, now?”