It wasn’t a large shower, so we were almost pressed close together, her soapy skin occasionally brushing against mine. The water ran over my body, heating both of us up.
“Uh… mind washing my back for me?” she said, and for a moment, I detected a hint of nervousness.
Good, I thought. Bout time she starts to feel nervous. She’s been fucking with me all evening.
“Sure,” I responded quietly.
She turned so her back was to me and I felt her move backwards, so her ass was inches from touching my cock. I pumped a few squirts of shower gel into my hand and lathered them up, so suds started to collect between my fingers. Then I leaned in closer to her, my body seeming to tower over her, and placed my hands on the small of her back, massaging the lather into her skin. I moved my hands up the side of her waist, my fingers brushing against the sides of her breasts, before moving back down to massage little circles along her spine. I heard her sigh… no, that was more like a moan.
Little slut, I thought wryly. But I kept moving my hands, not wanting to stop the sounds coming from her throat.
“Need anything else washed?” I asked.
She didn’t answer, but instead she turned. My hands remained on her, so when she faced me, they ended up on her waist. And now we were so close. I looked down at her and couldn’t stop my eyes as they moved from her face, down to her breasts. The water had made them glisten, and her nipples had hardened into little peaks.
“I can think of a few places in need of… cleaning,” she said, and her small hands moved over mine. They directed my hands up to her breasts, so the suds begin to cover her chest.
Oh. My heart began to race as I ran my fingers over both her nipples, the soap creating a slick, wet feeling. Her eyes closed at my touch, and she leaned her head back slightly, so the water cascaded down her front. Her skin was plush, and I watched as my hands became firmer, pressing and massaging into her skin so her small breasts moulded into my hands.
“Jesus, girl,” I breathed, as she whimpered quietly.
“Here,” she suddenly said, her hands covering mine again.
Her skin was slippery and wet, and she pulled on my hands, so our bodies crushed together in the small, cloudy shower. Her breasts were slick, and they slipped over my body softly. Then her hands were on my neck, pulling me down so she could press her lips hungrily into mine.
And god, was I kissing her back. Her little tongue pushed into my mouth, tasting of that orange juice she drank earlier, and I sucked on it appreciatively. I nipped at her lower lip and a little whine escaped her throat. My hands went to her lower back, pulling her into me more tightly and securely, and her hands were in my hair, gripping like spider’s silk.
After a moment, I pulled back and looked at her flushed face. Her mouth sat open and I could see a red mark where I had bitten.
“God, Violet, you’re drivin’ me crazy here,” I said, my breath heavy.
She laughed in a response, a small lilt. Her lips curled into a wry grin. “Sorry,” she said in a mock childish voice.
“Oh, you’re cruel,” I muttered. “You know exactly what you’re doin’ to me, don’t you?”
I leaned in and kissed her again, my arms near pinning her against me. Her body, wet and slick, sliding against mine. Her hand moved down and suddenly she was grabbing my cock in her small hand. I was rock solid now, and her hand couldn’t wrap all the way around my girth.
I groaned deeply as her hand slipped over my length, with an extra focus on the mushroom head which was now aching with need and dripping with precum.
She pulled away, her eyes watching me. Then in a small voice she said, “I’ve been a good girl… I think it’s time for my reward.”
“Get out of the shower,” I immediately instructed her. “Go down the hall and into my bedroom. Wait for me there.”
She nodded and started to step out of the shower. I stopped her, gripping her arm tightly in my hand.
“And don’t you dare touch yourself when you’re down there,” I said abruptly.
I didn’t care now. I knew I was starting to lose it, but I didn’t want it to stop. She started this. She came here with the intention of seducing me, of getting a rise out of me, and it was my intention to follow through. Hopefully she’ll regret ever fucking with me, I thought darkly.
I watched her walk away, dripping wet puddles onto the wooden floor. Her ass was a goddamn vision, as the pale skin rippled slightly as she walked.
Once she had left, I switched off the water and leaned against the glass of the shower. I looked at my cock, which was angry and throbbing, and I gave it a little tug, internally wishing it would calm down. I hadn’t had sex with a woman in a few long weeks, and I hoped that I lasted tonight. Eventually, I walked down the hall, following her wet footprints on the floor.
She was sitting on my bed, still completely naked. Her legs were tucked up under her, so she was sitting on her feet, and her hands were placed in front of her on the bed, so her breasts were pushed together. The pose was made even more lewd by the fact that when I walked in, her expression changed so her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, saliva coating her tongue.
“You look like a desperate puppy,” I said, standing at the end of the bed.
“I could be your puppy-girl,” she answered. I was sad to see her tongue return to its place inside her mouth.
I joined her on the bed, on my knees, so I was higher than her. “Open your fucking mouth again,” I demanded, my hand moving to her jaw and gripping it tightly.
And she did. Like an obedient little dog, she opened her mouth and her tongue lolled out, all wet and drippy.
I moved my thumb into her mouth. “Suck,” I said.
She obeyed, her cheeks concaving as she suckled on my thumb. I could feel her tongue moving around the skin of my thumb, and she hummed as she sucked. Her eyes, ever innocent, looked up at me.
“Good girl,” I said, watching her for a moment.
Then I removed my thumb from her mouth and slapped her, not too hard, across the face. She squealed at the strike anyway, and fell back slightly, before returning to her puppy pose on the bed.
“Please, Daddy,” she whined suddenly. “More, please.”
Her begging pushed me over the edge. I pushed her roughly onto the bed so she was now laying on her back and I crawled, so I was hovering over her, my hand supporting my weight next to her head. My free hand moved between her legs and god, she was so wet. I pushed a finger inside her gooey slit, brushing it over her clit. A little whine escaped her throat at my touch and her begging intensified.
“Oh my god — Daddy, please. It feels so good. Make your little girl feel good,” she whined.
I produced a small laugh at her desperation. So wanton… I pushed two fingers inside of her pussy, relishing how wet and warm it was. She whimpered low in her throat as I began to fuck her with my fingers. My cock was aching now, almost to the point of pain, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to watch this little slut come before I stretched her open with my cock.
“Mm–thank you, Daddy,” she managed between moans.
I kept moving my fingers, now pressing into that little g-spot inside of her cunt. Her whimpers turned into moans as I moved faster. I didn’t want to wait for her to come, I wanted to force it out of her. I wanted her to know who was in charge here. She may have seduced me, but I wanted her to know that it was me who could make her feel good. It was me who told her when and where to come.
Her body stiffened suddenly, and her little tongue returned to its lewd place of lolling out of her mouth. I hungrily latched onto it with my mouth, and I kept focusing on forcing her to come. And then I felt her flood into my hand. Her squirt came gushing out of her, coating my hand and my sheets. I bit down on her lip as she came, and her moans became a cry of pain.
Once she was finished, I moved away from her, sitting back to watch her as she tried to catch her breath. Her legs lay open, and I savoured the sight of her pussy dripping, the liquid from her climax creating a dark stain underneath her.
Her eyes eventually opened and she saw me looking at her pussy. Suddenly shy, she attempted to close her legs. I slapped her thigh with my hand, which was still slick and wet with her juices.
“No,” I said, as she squealed and her legs returned to their open pose, exposing her. “Look at you. What a mess you’ve made.”
Her eyes met mine and I saw a hint of embarrassment within them. Good.
“I’m sorry,” she managed. “I made a mess.”
Yes she did. A big mess.
“Mm,” I grunted, looking from her flushed expression to the wet patch on the bed. “You misbehaved, didn’t you?”
She nodded, pushing herself up on her elbow to get a better look at me. Her eyes moved to my cock, which was still rock solid. “I did,” she answered, and she at least had the good grace to look contrite.
“Puppies get punished when they misbehave, Violet,” I said quietly. “Get on your knees. On the floor.”
She didn’t wait to be asked twice. On shaky legs, she wriggled off the bed to the floor, where she returned to her knees, her skin now covered in goosebumps.
I sat on the edge of the bed facing her, resting my elbows on me knees. “You’ve been a bad girl, Violet.”
“A bad girl, Daddy?” she asked quietly.
I slapped her, hard across the face. “Did I say you could speak? I wasn’t done talking.”
She cried out as the slap rang out across the room. Her cheek immediately started to blossom into a deep red colour, and I could see tears in her eyes, but she didn’t move from her position on the floor. From her place beneath my gaze.
“You’re such a slut,” I said darkly, as she blinked away tears. “Look at you. You’re a drooling mess.”
Her mouth wobbled slightly, and I realised she was on the verge of tears. Did I go too far? I hesitated, momentarily stunned, before she replied.
“I’m a drooling mess, Daddy,” she said through a choked voice. “I’m a slut. I misbehaved and I deserve to be punished.”
I relaxed a little at this response, realising she was pushing it just as far as I am. She wants to submit just as much as I want to dominate her. This is a power play. She’s a magnet, pulling me towards her, trying to break my iron will.
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