That thought killed her lust as neatly as if she’d lopped off its head with a machete. She was never going to be with Gideon again and if she could no longer get herself off with any kind of satisfaction, what the fuck was she going to do?
“Don’t panic,” she mumbled to her reflection. “The orgasm you just had was fine. Perfectly acceptable. Don’t panic.”
Ugh. If she had to live a lifetime of only perfectly acceptable orgasms, she’d lose her goddamn mind. She had a large and healthy sex drive, always had, and the three years she’d gone without sex hadn’t exactly been a walk in the park.
You did that to yourself. You could have found someone else to fuck, but you didn’t. And then you had to go ahead and fuck Gideon, knowing that we’d only get it once from him, and now you’ve ruined our future sex life for good. You suck.
She tightened the towel around herself and headed for the door. Her inner voice wasn’t wrong but what the hell was she supposed to do about it now? What was done was done and she couldn’t change the past. She’d just have to hope with time that she’d forget how amazing it was to fuck Gideon and find some other guy who was perfectly acceptable in bed.
There’s that perfectly acceptable again.
She yanked the door open, her annoyance at herself growing by leaps and bounds. Fuck, she would never sleep tonight. She hadn’t slept last night on purpose and that was incredibly stupid of her. She wasn’t invited to sleep in Gideon’s bed anymore and now not only was she gonna slowly die of sleep deprivation in the next month or so, she’d be horny and miserable while she did.
Maybe you could ask Gideon for one more night of sex. Then you can sleep after. You need sleep, Gracie.
She laughed out loud as she stepped into the hallway. Gideon would never fuck her again. He hadn’t made a single move on her tonight and she knew he felt the tension as much as she did. Hell, she’d seen the prominent bulge in his jeans when she’d finally decided to end the torture of sitting with him and ran off to try and relieve the ache in her pussy.
Nope, he was done with her, and she was never gonna get to fuck him again.
“You were in the shower for a long time, Princess.”
She staggered back, her hand clutching at the towel around her as she stared in shock at Gideon. He was leaning against the doorway of his bedroom, his hands shoved into his pockets and his face unreadable in the dim light spilling out of his room.
“You scared the hell out of me, Gideon,” she said.
She tugged self-consciously at her towel. She hadn’t brought her robe to the bathroom because she’d assumed Gideon would stay downstairs. It was way too early for him to go to bed.
“What were you doing in the shower, Gracie?”
She fought against the fresh blush rising in her face. Gideon didn’t know what she was doing. He couldn’t know. She hadn’t made a sound when she came.
“I was showering. It’s what people do when they… shower,” she said.
His low chuckle made goosebumps pop up on her skin. Clearing her throat, she straightened her shoulders and marched past him. She didn’t have to explain anything to him. If she wanted to masturbate in the shower, she’d goddamn well masturbate in the… Gideon’s hand wrapped around her arm, pulling her to a stop.
Her nipples hardened under the towel and her skin felt seared under his palm. Her legs trembling, she stared straight ahead as Gideon leaned toward her and studied the drop of water she could feel sliding down her chest.
“You missed drying a spot,” he said.
She moaned when he bent his head and caught the drop of water with his tongue. He licked across her collarbone before nipping at her bare shoulder. “Why were you in the shower for so long, Princess?”
“I was,” her throat was bone dry and she swallowed painfully, “showering.”
“Is that all you were doing?” He tugged on her arm and she followed him mutely into his bedroom, watching as he closed the door behind her.
“I – what do you mean?”
He stood behind her. She’d put her hair up in a bun during her shower and he kissed the back of her neck. “I have very specific rules for you, don’t I?”
Her body trembled as he slid his hands down her damp towel and cupped her hips. He pulled her back against him, his erection hard against her ass. “What did I tell you here and at Wanda’s, Princess?”
One hand reached around to tug at where the towel was tucked in. Her voice hoarse, she said, “That my pussy belonged to you.”
“That’s right.” The towel dropped to the floor with a muffled thump and she moaned when his big hands cupped her breasts. “I specifically told you that you weren’t allowed to touch yourself, didn’t I? That I was the only one allowed to touch you and make you come. Isn’t that right?”
“Y-yes.” Her back arched when he pulled hard on her nipples.
He bit the base of her neck then soothed it with his tongue. “Did you break the rules during your shower tonight?”
“Gideon, I…”
“Did you?” He pinched her nipples hard, and she cried out with both pleasure and pain.
“Yes!”
He made a sound of disappointment before sucking on her earlobe. “Tell me, Gracie. Be my good girl and tell me exactly what you did and why it was wrong, and I’ll keep that in mind when I spank you for disobeying me.”
She sucked in a harsh breath, wetness flooding her pussy as soon as Gideon said the word ‘spank’. He bit the base of her neck again and her hands clenched around his forearms at the sharp but oh so sweet pain.
“I touched myself,” she said. “I touched my pussy in the shower. It was wrong because-because my pussy belongs to you, and only you’re allowed to touch it. I’m sorry for breaking the rules, sir.”
He laughed. “You’re not sorry, Gracie. Be more specific, please.”
She drew in a shaky breath as his fingers kneaded and caressed her tits. “I – I rubbed my clit and then I…”
Her face turned red as Gideon kissed her throat. “Then you what?”
“I finger fucked myself and pretended it was your cock,” she whispered.
He nuzzled the bitemark at the base of her throat. “Your fingers aren’t nearly as thick as my cock, are they?”
“No,” she moaned. Her back arched again when one big hand slid down her stomach.
He touched the curls at the top of her mound, and she groaned in disappointment when he brought his hand back to her tits.
“How many times did you make yourself come, Gracie?”
“Only once,” she whispered.
He squeezed her breast. “Are you being truthful?”
“Yes!” She ground her ass against his dick. “Only once, sir. I swear.”
“Did it help? Did it ease the ache in your sweet pussy for my cock?”
“No,” she said. “It didn’t help.”
She squirmed against him before pleading, “Please touch me, Gideon. Please.”
“Not yet.” He turned her to face the bed. “First, you need your punishment for breaking the rules.”
Her lower pelvis tightened and then released in a spasm of pleasure, and for a moment she was pretty sure she’d just come without touching herself.