“Yes, Sir.” She crawled toward him, her excitement about to spill over into abandonment, and when she reached the cubicle, she climbed carefully over the edge and into the hot spray where she knelt by Adam’s feet.
He tugged gently on her hair letting her know she needed to stand, and picked up a bar of soap. “Stay still.” He began rubbing the soap over her breasts and she gasped as the sensations made her whole body tingle. The hard, slippery surface rubbed against her taut nipples and the strong hot jet of water pounded into them, rinsing away the lather and leaving them harder and tighter than she thought possible.
Her whole body became a mass of quivering nerve endings all wanting the same treatment as her breasts, and she shivered in the heat as he massaged the soap down over her stomach.
“Turn around.”
When she obeyed he continued lathering the soap over her shoulders and down between her shoulder blades. He massaged the tight muscles, releasing the last bit of tension from the day. Rachel sighed and allowed herself to indulge in the blissful sensations taking over her body.
He continued running his hands down her back and over her arse, where they seemed to linger a little longer than they had on the rest of her, and she groaned as his finger slid down the cleft between her cheeks, over her tight asshole and made its way toward her very wet pussy.
He traced the length of her slit then gently probed her hot folds.
Oh, God, yes, touch me there,
she cried silently, and instinctively arched her back to give him easier access. Then, with a sudden, hard movement, he thrust the finger deep inside her, making her cry out with the shock of such intense pleasure.
He turned her around to face him again. “You will remain still and keep quiet.” His voice, dark and deep, penetrated her mind and she just about managed to nod her understanding through the haze of lust clouding her thoughts. Then he brought the soap down to her pussy and gently lathered the sensitive area between her legs before letting the water rinse it away again.
Her eyes were closed so she didn’t see what he did next, but her knees nearly buckled when she felt his tongue slide over her clit and inside her labia. She instinctively grabbed his head for support, but he immediately pulled away and stood up, leaving her feeling abandoned and needy. Her eyes shot open and met the angry gaze of the man who was in complete control of her.
“I told you to remain still,” he growled, his eyes flashing with annoyance at her disobedience.
“I’m sorry, Sir, I couldn’t help it.”
Oh please just do it again,
she begged silently.
“Bring me the tie that you so rudely threw onto the floor before,” he ordered.
Huh?
Why the hell does he want his tie in the shower? It’ll get wet
. But she did as she’d been told and stepped out of the steamy cubicle to retrieve it. The cool air brushed against her wet skin, bringing her out in goose bumps, and she couldn’t wait to get back into the hot shower with Adam again. She was aware that her arse was facing him as she bent down to pick the tie up and couldn’t help a little teasing wiggle before she straightened herself again. God, she’d love to be spanked right now.
Stepping back into the shower, she handed him the tie and realized he was going to bind her with it. Another wave of heat shot to her already burning pussy and she waited silently for the command she knew was coming.
“Turn around and place your hands behind your back.”
Oh, yes.
“Yes, Sir.” He wrapped the soft silk, now soaking wet, around her wrists and pulled it taut before knotting it.
“Is that too tight?”
“No, Sir, it’s fine. Thank you.”
He turned her roughly back round to face him and pushed her against the cubicle wall, her bound hands resting in the small of her back. “Do. Not. Move,” he said, his voice making it clear that she would be wise to do as he said.
She closed her eyes again as he sucked on her sensitive clit, and this time she managed to remain completely still, although there wasn’t a lot she could do anyway with her hands tied. He slid a finger into her pussy and gently pushed it in as far as it would go.
Yes
!
Slowly he pulled it out again then inserted a second finger, filling her more as he continued sucking on her clit.
“Oh, God, Adam,” she groaned.
Adam withdrew his tongue and fingers immediately. “Did you speak, sub?”
Oh shit!
“No, Sir,” she gasped, before she realized her second mistake.
“Disobeying
and
lying,” he said gravely. “You’ll pay for that.”
“You still haven’t punished me from yesterday,” she retorted bravely.
Oh, God, why did I just say that?
Adam stood back and crossed his arms, glaring at her with a dark, almost menacing expression. Water ran furiously down his face and onto his chest making him look like some god in a movie, and her body trembled as fear and excitement mingled.
Without another word, he turned toward the flow of water and reached up for the shower head. “I haven’t forgotten about your impending punishment, trust me. If you remember, I told you I’d deal with you tomorrow at the club, so for now I’m just going to amuse myself with a little torture.”
Rachel’s eyes widened in shock. Torture? He grinned at her, clearly enjoying watching her squirm.
“If you move or make a sound, you’ll just make it worse for yourself. Do you understand?” He wasn’t joking.
Shit.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and closed her eyes. Oh, God, how had she turned from being on the cusp of orgasm to the brink of torture? What was he going to do to her? Surely he wouldn’t hurt her, would he? No, she trusted Adam enough to know he wouldn’t harm her, but she also knew him well enough by now to know that he was a man of his word.
Shit
!
Then she felt it. The powerful jet of water from the shower head crashing onto her right nipple.
“Argh,” she screamed. Her eyes shot open again as Adam held the shower head so close to her breast that it was almost touching. The force of the water was so strong it almost felt as if she were being whipped. It hurt, too powerful but, oh, God, it felt so good. Her hands instinctively tried to move so she could push the shower head away, but he’d bound them too well and it became clear that she was powerless to do anything.
Just as the jet was becoming unbearable, he moved it over to her left breast, making her gasp again as the shock of the water tore through it. Then, just to make things worse, he lowered his head and sucked on her sore and oversensitive right nipple. Oh, shit too much stimulation. She felt her internal muscles spasm and the beginnings of a powerful orgasm started shaking in her core like a volcano about to explode.
But Adam pulled away from her. “I did not give you permission to come.”
Without warning, he reached over and turned the tap, allowing the warm water to turn freezing cold. She screamed again and her orgasm died as the icy jets crashed onto her nipple. The muscles in her throat froze, suppressing her screams, and tears of agony burned down her cheeks.
Adam removed the jet and covered her frozen nipple with his lips and sucked hard. His mouth felt so hot, but she suddenly couldn’t feel the burning heat in her breast anymore, it had somehow made its way down to her pussy and she jumped as a new climax started to build.
“Oh no you don’t,” he growled in her ear.
She wanted to beg, but she’d lost the power of speech. She needed to come so badly in order to release her body from the torment he’d just inflicted upon her. When would this end? She closed her eyes again as Adam turned the heat back up and warmed her chilly body. Thank God for small mercies. She savored the warm flow and relaxed a bit, but she should have known that Adam wouldn’t let her off so lightly.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, nudging them apart with his foot. She did so, thankful that he was finally going to fuck her. She wished she hadn’t, though, as Adam moved the shower head down between her legs and pointed it directly at her clit.
If she’d thought it had been excruciating on her nipples, this was in a different league altogether. She screamed and tried to jump up to close her legs, but Adam’s feet prevented it and, with her arms secured behind her, there was nothing she could do to escape the onslaught.
“Oh, shit, Adam, please,” she cried, as the water pounded mercilessly onto her poor clit. This was what he had meant by torture, she knew that now. Her body felt like it was on fire, flames charging through her veins and licking every nerve ending in her body. She heard him chuckle then, finally, he removed the evil shower head and rammed his cock into her pussy.
“Come now, sweet thing,” he ordered, thrusting himself into her, harder and deeper.
She didn’t need telling twice and without really having any control at all, her pussy clamped onto his cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure soared through her body. At that point, her conscious mind seemed to leave her body and she was only vaguely aware of Adam pulling out of her and turning her around to face the wall. Her hands pressed against it. He must have unbound her. When had he done that? His hands were on her hips and his cock pressed against her still throbbing pussy, and he thrust into her again, pumping her from behind until he exploded inside her.
Oh, yes, yes, yes
. Her pussy gripped his cock, milking him, moving with him as he gradually slowed his thrusts.
Finally, he stopped and slowly pulled out of her. “Are you okay?” he whispered, the note of tenderness bringing tears to her eyes.
Was she okay? Her whole body felt like it had been tortured with electric shocks then thrashed with a bullwhip, her nipples ached with hypersensitivity and her clit felt so tender that she didn’t think she’d ever recover. She grinned up at him. Hell yes, she was more than okay.
Chapter Six
“Are you ready?” Adam called from outside the door.
Damn it, it was so easy for him. He kept a change of clothes and toiletries at the office and his relatively short hair had dried almost instantly, whereas she had no clean clothes to change into, no toiletries and no hairdryer to dry her long hair.
So she’d borrowed his deodorant, enjoying the scent she was beginning to associate with him, and had managed to smooth out her crumpled clothes so they looked half decent.
After applying her limited makeup supply of eyeliner, mascara and lipstick, the only thing left to sort out had been her hair. That had been a bit harder—she couldn’t go out with soaking wet hair, she might as well stick a big notice across her chest telling the world she’d just been fucked senseless in the shower.
Then she’d had a stroke of genius. Although Adam had the luxury of soft towels in his private bathroom, the staff toilets had hand dryers that blew out hot air—perfect! It had felt strange making her way through the empty, silent office floor and she’d giggled out loud as she’d imagined the shocked look on Hilary’s perfectly professional face if she could have seen her.
She’d managed, with a few contortion skills, to dry her hair and had been doing a final check on her appearance when Adam had knocked. As she emerged, he smiled and took her hand.
“You look lovely,” he said, and led her toward the small executive reception area.
As the lift doors closed to take them down to the ground floor, Adam pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. Hmm, he’d shaved and his skin felt velvety soft, but in a few hours there’d be fresh stubble to look forward to and a little tingle of anticipation stirred in her stomach.
He kissed her even harder when her body trembled and she wondered if he might stop the lift and take her again. But no such luck.
He pulled back slightly and traced his finger along the circumference of her neck, as if outlining the shape of a collar. He raised his eyebrows at her, and she blushed, not missing the inference. The momentary jolt of pleasure she’d felt quickly turned to unease as the question of his need for her to submit completely reared its head again. It seemed nothing had changed.
Rob was waiting outside when they emerged from the building and, once they were seated in the car, Adam leaned over and whispered, “Thank you for my birthday present.” His breath tickled her ear, sending little shivers through her body. “And for the paints.”
She laughed. “There might be more of the first present later if you’re lucky.”
“That’ll be for me to decide,” he growled then brought his mouth back down on hers, forcing his tongue inside and demanding her surrender. The tingly, melting feeling of submission overpowered her immediately and her body went limp. There was no doubt that he was the one in control. Damn him.
Apparently happy that she’d been reminded of her place, he slipped his hand under her skirt and moved it, slowly but purposefully, up the inside of her thigh until it reached her pussy. She shifted unashamedly forward in the seat, leaned back and opened her legs to give him better access. When he pushed his finger inside her, she moaned in pleasure. She was already wet again.
He slid his finger back out and rubbed her juices over her clit, and Rachel sighed happily as she waited for him to bring her to another glorious high.
“Good, I see there’s no need for lube.”
His words snapped her back to her senses.
What?
“Close your eyes,” he commanded.
Oh no, what was he going to do now? He forced her legs farther apart and she felt something cold and hard being pushed into her. It wasn’t huge, and didn’t feel particularly invasive. She opened her eyes and frowned. With no knickers, she was going to have to clench like crazy to keep this damned thing in.
“Is there a problem?” asked Adam, watching her expression.
“No, Sir.” What was the point of complaining, it wouldn’t make any difference, except give him another excuse to reprimand her again.
“Good. You will keep the bullet in until I say otherwise. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, trying hard to keep the annoyance out of her voice. He’d better make it up to her later.
When they arrived in central London, Adam helped her out of the car and grinned when she stepped awkwardly out, trying to keep her legs as closed as possible. He took her arm as they walked into a busy, noisy wine bar. Oh crap, it was one of those trendy bars with hardly any seats—clusters of people stood around, clutching wine glasses and chatting animatedly over the buzz. She wasn’t sure she could remain clenched for such a long time and had a horrendous vision of the bloody thing inside her falling out and crashing onto the floor for everyone to see.