While he doesn’t stop, his movements slow as though he senses someone watching. I continue to stand perfectly still, breathless. Only when his head pivots in my direction does my pulse take off. But even after he catches me, I don’t shy away.
His eyes are ablaze when they meet mine, his hand still on his thick angry cock. I’m mesmerized by his stark arousal. His primitive need.
I don’t want him to finish without me.
The possibility consumes me as I yank the nightshirt over my head like a madwoman, and step into the shower. The drive of arousal propels me forward, and I don’t stop until I’m under the spray, inches from him.
His sure hands slide into my hair, splaying flat against my scalp while his mouth ravages mine, until we’re both gasping for air. “You were spying on me. In my own house.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think you are,” he drawls.
It’s a warning, and anyone with good sense would run.
I tip my head back and stare into his hooded eyes. “Punish me.” It’s a simple, yet potent invitation, each syllable enunciated carefully. Not a dare or a challenge, but a plea, and it’s rewarded with a low growl.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he demands, the words raspy through the rushing water. “If I grabbed my belt and welted your ass?”
“Yes,” I say without a moment’s hesitation, or a drop of shame.
His cock jumps against my belly, prodding for an entry point. “You do need to learn a lesson.”
“I do.”
He steps away and presses some buttons inside an enclosed case. A glass door descends from the ceiling and seals the shower entrance. The main waterfall stops, and jets emerge from the stone, filling the cave with warm steam and a woodsy scent, like a lush forest after a good rain.
Gray stalks toward me, backing me into the wall. His eyes are wild, and I’m exhilarated by the primal energy filling the enclosure. I want him. I want the rough edges, and all the unyielding demands he’ll make on my body. I want it all.
“Keep your hands on the stone,” he commands, lifting my arms over my head and guiding them to the spot where he wants them to remain.
Before I can form a coherent thought, his mouth is on mine. He’s ruthless and unapologetic as his tongue explores freely, leaving lingering traces of costly bourbon behind.
Every nerve ending is dancing on the surface, and even the warm droplets of water prickle when they land on my sensitive skin.
Gray palms my breasts without a whiff of gentleness. And his impatient cock nudges my flesh, as though it’s already waited much too long. There’s no pretense between us, only unfiltered lust.
I’m on overload. The steam has taken over the cave, with gurgling bursts fanning the stone. It’s as though we’ve ventured into the canopy of an Amazon jungle, deep in the rain forest, enveloped by dense fog.
I need to touch him. But when I lower my arms, he captures them in one swoop and pins them securely above my head. “Please,” I beg. I don’t know what I want, or what I need. My senses are intoxicated and there’s no clarity to be found.
I feel the brush of his fingers against my pussy, confirming what he already knows. “You’re soaked, Delilah. You need it bad, don’t you?” I nod, and he slides his cock across my wet flesh, again and again, rubbing the thick crown over the swollen nub. My legs quiver with each swipe. It’s merciless—too much, yet not enough.
“You want me to fuck you?” he murmurs near my ear.
“Yes.” I whimper.
“That’s why you came into the shower, isn’t it? Even after I told you no.”
“Yes.”
He turns me around, and pulls my hips well away from the stone. “Keep your hands flat on the wall to buttress yourself. This is going to be hard. Harder than you can imagine,” he adds in a whisper, running his tongue along my spine. “I don’t want your beautiful body scraped by the stone. Although a scrape or two might teach you a lasting lesson.”
I want that lesson. God forgive me, but I want it.
He holds me steady, and notches at the opening of my cunt, pausing briefly before pushing inside. It’s a long, brutal slide, and I groan at the invasion, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he ruts harder, and deeper, biting my neck and shoulders. He’s marking you, a voice inside me cautions. But I’m so close, I don’t give a damn.
Gray’s panting, and bucking erratically. He’s close too, with his cock hot and hard inside me, nudging me closer to the edge, then wrenching me back.
I’m struggling to keep my face away from the stone, while I chase my own orgasm. It coils tighter and tighter with each thrust. Just as I give in to a few scratches for the pleasure, I hear the roar of his release.
His body trembles against mine as he ruthlessly pounds out every drop of seed. It takes all my energy to brace myself so that I’m not ground into the unforgiving stone.
After a final brutal thrust, he pulls out and lets go of my hips. I reach to drag him back as the semen runs down my inner thigh. For a split-second I panic. I’m on birth control. I decided no condoms. I put it on the form.
I’m so unsteady without him, that I almost collapse, limp on the floor.
“You still need to come, Delilah, don’t you?” He’s towering over me. His upper lip curls cruelly. “How bad do you need it?”
Enough to beg as much as necessary. “Please,” I plead, not grasping that his words are merely a taunt. But when he walks away, it hits me. “That’s it?” I pant. “It was just for you?”
He presses a few buttons and the steam begins to dissipate before the door slowly rises. His back is to me. He doesn’t have the courage, or even the minimal respect, to face me. “You can use your fingers to get off, or hump anything in the room that suits you. Next time when I say no sex, you’ll listen. Consider it merciful that I’m not binding you to the bed with your legs spread so that you’ll have nothing but an ache to keep you company tonight. When I say no, that’s what I mean.”
Some people are fueled by anger. It ignites a fuse that launches them into action. I’m one of those people. But here and now, naked and spurned, that fury has a heightened dimension. And I wouldn’t be at all surprised to see fire coming out of my mouth as I fight to breathe.
I pull myself up straight, with my back supported by the wall. My insides are shaking, but I will not be silenced by this arrogant sonofabitch. “I might be forced to my knees before this is all over,” I shout from the safety of the shower wall, “but I will never kneel for you. I will never go to that calm head space that kneeling provides. I will never get on my knees as a sign of respect for you. Yes, I might kneel, but it will be nothing more than a charade.” My heart is beating so hard, I’m certain he would see it if he bothered to turn around. But he’s done with me.
The door continues its maddeningly slow ascension. It’s such a contrast from the energy ricocheting inside me.
“If you think the voices inside your head are important to me, then you’re a foolish little girl,” he says over one shoulder, without turning his head enough to glance at me. “I don’t care about your intent. And I don’t give a damn if you respect me, as long as your throat can handle my cock.”