Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (14 page)

He didn’t reply to my comment about being done with me and tears rose but did not yet fall as I realized how much I cared that I had messed up our chances so badly through my behavior: stalking him, the scene in the gallery, and my sexual domination of his fragile stepsister. I felt like a terrible human being.

He sighed.

“What is my punishment, please? Am I allowed to know?” I asked.

“You’re going to receive ten spanks. I want you to
count
them for me from the highest number to the lowest. Do you
understand
?” he asked me.

“Why do I have to count?” My heart hammered in fear.

“Because I want you to be an
active
part of this discipline.
I don’t want you to shut down and try to tune it out because then you wouldn’t experience every time my hand connected with your ass and how it relates to your poor behavior.”

“Okay,” I whimpered out.

SMACK! The sting went from my butt cheeks through my
entire
body.
I wanted to cry out, but I wouldn’t give him that
power
.
“One,” my shaky voice said.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Three in a row provoked those
lone
tears to fall from my eyes. “Two, three, four,” I whispered.

My forehead rested on his thigh.
I couldn’t
move
or
defend
myself. I was frustrated.
I heard him dip his hand in the water again.
My mind raced for a
reason
that would
get
him to stop spanking me.
How could I remain calm when I knew he was going to
spank
me six more times?

“Jake, I’ll do what you want if you stop spanking me,” I could hear my voice was shaky. A trembling voice defeated my purpose of trying to be strong.

“Your defiance has tested my patience, Alina.”

SMACK!

“Five,” I whispered.

“I didn’t hear you.
Please
call
out your numbers
louder
,” he demanded.

“I said FIVE!”
I yelled. “Is that better for you?!”

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I can do this all day, sweetheart, are you sure you want to use that attitude with me?”

His voice sent goose bumps through my whole body.
He was turning me on without trying but even though he were able to
mak
e me wet I wanted to
challenge
him.
He brought out this
rebellious
part of me.

“I’ll behave,” I whispered back at him.

“Good girl.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Six, seven, eight.”

SMACK!

“Nine.”
My tears wet the
front
of his pants as I tried to
hold
off
until he did the
last
one.
I could feel my ass as
hot
as a camp fire. I could imagine how red it must have looked. Then I heard him dip his hand in the dreaded water again.

“Alina, we have to work on your attention span.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I have to spank you
again
and you have to count down the right way.
I asked you to count down from highest to lowest. Remember?”

“Jake, please don’t. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two! There, I did as you asked.”

“Well, one more spank until I start again. Are you ready, sweetheart?”

I clenched my ass cheeks together again.
I held my breath and waited for his hand to
plummet
down on my
sore
, red
dened, spanked
ass cheeks.

To my utter surprise, it wasn’t his hand that connected with my ass.
Instead,
it was his soft lips. He kissed each of my cheeks with a
tenderness
and compassion that made me melt against him. He never seized to amaze me. He could be a formidable, dominating
man
or a
kind
, loving man. That’s what intrigued me about him.

Jake stood me up and helped steady me. He remained seated on the tub and pulled my nude body into him. His hot lips trailed over my stomach to the top of my pleasure zone.
I wanted him to
taste
me, but he had other plans.

He stepped me back into the cooled-down bathwater and turned on the shower.
He waited for the water to warm up and then he turned me to face him.

“Spread your legs for me, Alina.”

I opened my legs and put my hands behind my back. I closed my eyes and decided to hone in on my other senses.

“Good girl.”
I heard when he detached the showerhead and then I felt the warm water pound against my nipple.
He moved the shower
head
from one nipple to the other and then down my stomach.

“Jake?”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“I have to use the restroom. Can I have a moment to go do that?”

“No.”

“What do you mean
no
?”

“You have to pee?”

“Yes.”

“Use it here,” he said.

“What?!
In front of you?”

He leaned over the
tub
and disconnected the plug. The water level started to decrease as the drain sucked the water into the abyss. I watched.

“After you have sexual intercourse, you should always pee afterward. It flushes out any bacteria and it can even be an erotic part of
after play
.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“You can close your eyes and try.”
Then, as he instructed me to do, and after much coaxing of my bladder, I released my urine and let it trickle down my leg.
I opened my eyes, watching it stream down.

I was shocked when Jake used both his fingers to spread my lips apart and observe the
flow
of my urine
as it became
a yellow waterfall into the tub. He ran his fingers between my lips while my urine occasionally hit his hand. It was an oddly erotic moment.

“And clean yourself after sex with a showerhead, like this. Don’t let the stream go inside of you, because you can harm yourself with the force of the water, but just use it to cleanse
yourself externally and also, you can bring yourself to another climax. I’ll show you.”

When I had finished
peeing
, Jake moved the pounding showerhead water to my
private
area
and he let the water pulsate on my clitoris.
I was enamored by the
moment
of pure bliss between my legs. I had never felt anything like it. I was mesmerized by the vibration and the tickling sensation of the water. Even a
mouth
took longer to
arouse
me than the steady thud of the powerful water against my clitoral nerve endings.

“Oh, Jake!
That’s amazing,” I heard myself say through the catches of
my breath
and small spasms that my body was experiencing.

“Relax. Trust me. Close your eyes, Alina and let the water take you to a place of pure bliss.”

I did as he told me.
His
strong
hand
cupped my right butt cheek
, which still stung from being spanked
. His other hand had shoved and held the showerhead tight against my clitoris.
With my legs spread open and my shoulder blades leaning against the cold tile wall, the pound of the water echoed in my ears.

His hand maneuvered to the crack of my ass, and he used his middle finger to
probe
at the
opening
of my anus.

“I don’t want you to cum, Alina. Now, move from that place of pleasure and
hold
back from releasing yourself as long as you can.”

My eyes flew open. “Are you serious?”

I saw him nod.

“Jake, I can’t
hold
it. I’m on the brink of exploding.”

“Hold it!” he demanded.

“How?”
I cried.

“Your
mind
controls your orgasm. Take your thoughts out of the bathroom and away from the passion between your legs.”

“I can’t!” I yelled.

“You can and you will.
Do it, Alina!”

I began to focus on one particular day in high school. I remembered whe
n a
two
-
hundred
-
pound girl threatened to kick my ass for looking at her wrong.
I was so scared that I ditched my last period and ran home with a sense of urgency.

It worked.
My mind was no longer focused on the
euphoria
that my body had been feeling, and instead I was focused on a moment that was far from the spectrum of sensuality,
desire
or sexual
need
.
At first it was an easy task, but after the moment of that one day came and went, my mind had reconnected with my
body
again.

This time, the intense need, was stronger than before my mind had wandered.
I needed nothing more than to explode against the insistent water that played havoc between my legs. “I’m going to cum, Jake. It’s coming!” I screamed.

“Release yourself, baby,” he whispered.

When I heard him say those words, I let my
body
take control of me again.
I realized that Jake had his
entire
middle finger inside my anus, and he was wiggling his finger back and forth.
I felt a sense of orgasm ready to explode in both my pelvis area and my bum.

I grabbed onto his head and let my
body
convulse against the water.
My shoulders bounced off the tile
wall
while my eyes rolled back into my head.
I let out a scream that would awaken any animal within a twenty-mile radius.

My legs grew weak, and I fell forward into his arms.
I could barely
move
,
talk
or even
breathe
. Jake turned off the water and cradled me in his arms. He pressed his lips against my forehead and carried my nude body that randomly shook with tremors into another room.

I felt safe in his arms. I rested my forehead against his chest and let my tired body drift off to sleep. My dreams were
erotic
and
exciting
.
And after a while, I slept soundly and
solidly
.

I woke to the smell of coffee permeating the room.
My eyes fluttered open and during my stretch, my body ached in a number of places.
The
main
place of aches and pains was between my legs, but especially on my poor spanked ass, which I had more than deserved. I smiled as I recalled the many unusual experiences the night before. Each one was more erotic than the last.

I also smiled at the fact that I had experienced sexual intercourse for the first time. It was an incredible
feeling
to take part of a
man
’s
body
deep inside my own. I giggled at the
thought
that I had tasted another woman.
I had never
imagined
myself with a woman, but the
experience
had
proved
enjoyable
.
I hoped that Jessica would be all right. I had never gotten to apologize to her. She was incredibly sweet.

One
thing
was for sure I would never look at my detachable showerhead
in
the same
way
.
I knew that, from time to time, I would
play
with it and
bring
myself to ecstasy
and practice with it until I was able to quickly give myself earth-shattering orgasms
.
Finally, my eyes sharpened against the blinding light that streamed in through the familiar blinds.