Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“I’ll suffer,” she said with a shrug. “Unless... you’re scared.”
“Is that a dare?”
She shrugged again and smiled.
“Fine.” I nodded toward the showerhead in her hand. “Then get to it.”
The thing was, I knew I had an advantage. Every person with a clit that I’d ever been with had viewed water pressure as an essential tool for quick orgasms. It was second only to the Hitachi Magic Wand in terms of torment potential. Charlotte had to know that. It would take only seconds and she’d be regretting her choice.
I almost groaned at the thought.
I stroked myself slowly, my gaze trained on her thighs as she parted them. When my eyes darted to her face, her attention was firmly focused on my dick in my hand, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“I don’t like dares,” I warned her. “If you were my sub, I wouldn’t let you talk to me like that.”
“Your sub?” She sounded shocked. “You do that stuff?”
“With the right partners, I do.” My hand found a too familiar rhythm. I had to back off or risk coming embarrassingly soon. “I love to have that control over someone. I like the trust they have in me. I like it when they let go.”
She adjusted the spray to a pulsating jet and brought the showerhead between her legs, spreading her labia with two fingers. A little gasp escaped her.
“I like knowing that they’re experiencing the type of pleasure they can only get from my instructions. From what I do to them,” I went on, my breathing speeding up with the pumping of my fist. “Completely breaking them down to a creature who wants only to fulfill my desires, while my only desire is to bring them to a space of utter bliss.”
Her head dropped back and she moaned; even from feet away, I saw the muscles in her thighs shake.
That was one.
Oh, she was in trouble.
She started to move her hand away and I interrupted her. “No, no. Rules are rules. You keep that right there.”
A tiny squeak burst from her mouth, but she set her jaw and left the showerhead right where it was.
“Is it torture?” I asked. “Keeping that trained on your clit, unable to escape the sensation?”
She whimpered.
“Answer me?” It was a question, not a command.
But she obeyed, nodding with a “Yes. Oh, god!”
“Have you ever tried before? For multiples?” I knew she’d had more than one orgasm with me the first time, but that was so much different. “Not just more than one, but a continuous series that goes on and on, into a never-ending cycle of pleasure?”
“I’ve tried,” she panted. Her feet rolled up, until only her toes touched the tile. Her hips rocked and her mouth opened in a noiseless moan.
“Don’t move it away,” I instructed her. “No matter how much your every nerve screams at you to back off. Keep it going.”
There was nothing silent about her now. She clung to the bench with one hand, rocking her hips and making little bursts of senseless sound that rose in tone and frequency. Her legs spasmed and she cried out.
“Keep it going,” I urged, speeding my hand. “Keep it going.”
She was lost in it now, screaming behind her tightly closed lips, straining toward another peak. Her entire body tensed, her spine straightened, she rose up and let the next one take her.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” So beautiful that I wanted to push her down on the bench, get between her thighs, use that showerhead on her while I buried my aching cock deep in that tight, wet cunt and let go inside her.
That visual was so keen, I could almost feel it. Feel her gripping me, milking every last drop.
“I can’t,” she groaned, “Oh fuck, no, no, no—”
But she could, and she did, with a wail of ecstasy that broke down the last of my control.
“I’m going to come,” I told her through gritted teeth.
Her eyes flew open and she threw the showerhead aside, on her knees in front of me in a moment. A crucial moment; she’d barely opened her mouth when my senses exploded. I stroked myself faster and faster, slashes of cum splashing over her face and open mouth, and she licked her lips greedily. She looked up at me adoringly, mascara smudged, smears of cum running down her cheeks in the water falling from overhead. While I still held myself, panting and dizzy, she leaned forward and closed her mouth over me, swallowing down the last few, desperate spurts.
And she didn’t stop.
I should have known where this was going. I should have known she would turn it around on me. But I couldn’t take it. My sensation-raw nerves screamed at me to push her away. I swayed on my feet and gripped the shower bar for support, my legs almost going out from under me. It was like being electrocuted, in a bad way and a good way all at once.