Wet Ride (Toys-4-Us) (7 page)

She did and wanted to clap her hands with delight at the beautiful glassed-in sanctuary before her. Tumbled marble in soothing green with pink accents tiles turned the back of her bathroom into a mini-spa. The two shower panels could soothe her tension away while she stood on the tiled floor or sat on a tiled bench attached to the corner of one end. “Oh, it’s gorgeous,” she cried out and swung around to encircle Kevin with her arms. She planted a quick, hard kiss on his lips. “Thank you.”

He smiled warmly before catching her by the waist and pulling her in for a longer, slower kiss. His tongue pressed past her lips and swept the corners of her mouth. He breathed a deep moan inside her and pressed his cock against her belly. For long moments, their bodies were fused together, their hands grabbed each other’s flesh, their tongues mated in a frenzied dance. It was Kevin who broke the kiss, nipping her lower lip as he did so.

“I’m glad you like it,” he drawled. “Let me show you the best part.” He released his hold on her, took her hand, and opened the shower door. Pointing, he said, “Look what I put on the wall beside the bench.” Emily cocked her head and followed his finger. A small horizontal ceramic grab bar in a complimentary color of green was fixed higher than her head on the wall. Kevin’s finger shifted downward. “And, there.”

Below the grab bar and about a foot above the floor, was a ceramic shelf a few inches wide. Emily shifted her gaze to the man beside her. “I don’t understand. Is that another way for me to shave my legs?”

She winced. “Because actually, as you may remember, I have my legs and ah, other things waxed.”

Kevin pulled her into another hug. “You’re adorable. I was going to leave you a note to explain it all.” He paused, pulled back and frowned. “It was supposed to be a parting gift.”

She opened her mouth to apologize again, but he placed a finger against it. “I got you something else, too.” Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a foot long, pink plastic paddle. Without warning he smacked her once on her backside. She yelped in surprise, although the sting instantly made her juices flow. It had the same effect on her master. His cock, still standing erect outside his pants, glistened with pre-cum.

Emily stroked one finger up his length and caught the drop of moisture. She lifted it to her mouth and licked it off. His eyes widened with delight. “Why don’t you show me how to enjoy my new shower?” she invited with what she hoped was a saucy smile.

Her reward was another swat. “There you go thinking again, sweetheart. This time, however, I have to agree it’s a fine idea.” His voice dropped to a low growl. “Strip.”

Emily all but tore her clothes off in her rush to obey. Her heart beat erratically and her skin flushed with heat. She kept her eyes pinned on her master and he did the same with her. A wolfish grin filled his face. His cock bobbed in front of him, but he made to move to remove his pants any more than she had already. When she was done, she stood naked before him, knowing she aroused him and waiting for his next order.

Long seconds ticked by before he said, “Let down your hair.”

She pulled off her ponytail holder and shook her head in a classic imitation of a woman trying to seduce.

Her master’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Now take my clothes off – slowly.”

It was a struggle to keep her pace slow as demanded. The urge to tug and yank the way she had for herself was strong. Instead, she forced her concentration on doing one thing at a time. She pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, folded it neatly and placed it on the counter. Kneeling before him, she untied his heavy work boots and took pride in being able to pull them off his feet unaided. Socks came next, then pants and shorts. His erection beckoned her. With tremendous effort, she ignored it and did only as she had been told.

“Very good,” her master praised her when they were both finally naked. He took her by the hand. “Come and see how much fun a shower can really be, darlin’.”

Kevin deliberately took it nice and slow. With both of them buck naked, his imagination threatened to run wild. Hoisting Emily onto the counter, spreading her legs and pressing his cock into her cunt had real appeal. But she deserved better. He had decided after their glorious weekend together that she needed a shower to meet her new-found needs. He couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to be the guy to christen the exotic grotto with her. He tugged her gently into the space, had her sit on the bench and placed the paddle next to her. She eyed it with part trepidation, part interest shining in her eyes.

“We’ll get to it in a moment,” he assured her. “First, I want to wash away your hard day.” Turning to the jet panel on one end, he started a fine spray of warm water. He adjusted the flow so that it hit Emily. She started at the impact, then closed her eyes and enjoyed the pulsing water. He did the same thing with the second panel on the other end so that they were both enveloped in a soothing cloud of water. He took her by the shoulders and stood her up. Her body, already pink and slick, molded against his as he wrung another deep kiss from her mouth.

He could have stayed that way for hours, feasting on her, reveling in the pleasure of his cock nestled against her. But there was more fun to be had. Letting her go, he reached for the liquid soap he had grabbed earlier from her guest bathroom. He really had wanted to make this a welcoming gift for her when she came home. He pumped a handful into both palms and starting with her shoulders, lathered it down the front of her body. He spent a few minutes on each section, caressing her skin, massaging away the stress he knew lurked within her muscles. When he reached her breasts, he stayed even longer, pleasing himself by playing with one of his favorite natural toys. His thumbs made lazy circles around her nipples, then flicked their nails across the tips to tease them more erect. Her eyes closed, Emily moaned softly, her body swayed towards him.

He held her back, however. The tension needed to build for the both of them. When he was satisfied that her sensitive nipples could take no more, he moved down to her belly and lower still to the junction between her thighs. He swirled the foam through the snatch of hair and then slipped a finger between her folds. She gasped and bucked her hips against his touch. He grabbed her waist with his other hand to hold her in place and proceeded to torment her a bit more with short, hard strokes. He felt her climax building and couldn’t resist giving into her unspoken demand. He let go of her waist and cupped her gorgeous ass as he worked her clit with fast circles of his finger.

Her head fell back. Short pants passed her lips. She was close, so close. He slipped a soapy finger inside the tight ring of her asshole. She rewarded him with a gasp of pleasure and a cry for relief. He gave it to her.

“Come now, Emily,” he commanded.

She fell against his body and clung to him as the orgasm rocked through her. When she started to slide down, he had to grab her. He brought her closer to the spray on one end and rinsed the soap off her body. Then he sat her back on the bench and gave her a moment to catch her breath. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and smiled at him. He smiled back.

“Ready for round two?” he asked.

Her eyes went wide, but before she could respond, he pulled her up again and turned her to the wall. He placed her hands on the grab bar. “Hold on to this and don’t let go until I tell you to. Understand?” She nodded. He kneeled down to position her right foot onto the ceramic shelf he had added in. It forced her leg up, giving him easy access to her cunt from behind. He intended to fill that lovely cocoon soon. Not yet, though. Instead, he goosed her with a short, hard bite on her ass.

He stood and positioned his mouth beside her ear. “I’m sure you’ve been a naughty girl this week, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied in hushed voice barely audible over the running water.

For a few seconds, he relished hearing his woman call him master. The sexual joy of playing was always heightened by this simple acknowledgment of his power. He knew for this woman in particular, powerful in so many ways, it meant more to say the word. It upped the ante. He needed to make this good for her.

He picked up the paddle. “Well then, time for punishment.

Emily shuddered at her master’s words. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him pick up the cute paddle. Her fingers tightened onto the handle and she instinctively pushed her ass out to receive the blows. The first one made her jump and yelp. It stung more than the flogger had. She felt the zing of it right through her body. It mixed in a fantastically erotic way with the soothing spray of the shower. Her body was already relaxed from the climax her master had wrung from her earlier. The smack of the paddle increased the tension in her body, but it also aroused her juices once more.

The whacks alternated between her cheeks and were spaced evenly apart. With her eyes closed, she focused her concentration on the sensation of the blows, on the pain. She was encased in steam and the moist heat mixed with the rhythm of the beating to lull her deeper into a place of peace and relaxation. Her breathing evened out and her forehead fell against one arm. The tingle of desire was still there, too, and she fell into that perfect place that her master had called subspace.

Her peace was shattered by a hard smack against her butt causing her eyes to pop open. She saw her master toss the paddle onto the bench before he leaned over to nip at her earlobe.

“Sorry, sugar, you were getting too complacent. I wanted you back and focused on me. But don’t worry, I’m going to send you into orbit again.”

Her heartbeat kicked up a notch at the promise in his voice. When he clasped her waist and pulled her from the wall, she remained compliant. She flexed her fingers to firm her grip on the handle. It was a challenge to do as she was told and she was determined to succeed. Her master wedged his large body between her and the wall and dropped slowly to his knees. He looked up at her.

“Close your eyes.”

She did, excited by the prospect of what he intended to do. She felt his hand circle her thighs and slide up to cup her sore bottom. He kept his touch light, yet it still stung and goaded her arousal to climb. Then he put his mouth against her mound and her whole body quivered at the touch. His tongue snaked its way between her folds. It took long, slow licks of her clit. With a will of their own, her hips tilted forward to urge him to pick up speed. His nails dug into her tender flesh in warning. With a moan, she forced her body to still.

The sweet torture continued, building her arousal slowly. Unable to move, Emily whimpered with ever greater frequency as her only outlet. The tension within her climbed higher and higher but still her master tormented her. Her whimpers became cries. Her cries turned to begging. She needed to come or she was going to burst out of her skin.

“Please, please.” A scream ripped out of her as his lips latched onto her clit and sucked hard. Her body shook with the force of the orgasm rushing through her veins, turning her muscles to jelly.

Her master held onto her and kept sucking until she sagged against his hold. But she kept her grip on the handle as ordered. When she had calmed, she felt a sense of pride that she had managed to hang on. Her reward was a rain of kisses and teasing laps starting with her mons and working their way up to her mouth. Her master’s wet body clasped hers into a tight embrace.

“Good, girl,” he praised. “I knew you could take the paddle, and I knew you had another orgasm in you.” He paused and clasped her head between his hands. His eyes gleamed with hot arousal. His cock, hard and pulsing, pressed against her belly. “And I know you have one more to give me.”

Dazed, satiated, her energy washing away with the water still spraying her, Emily barely understood what her master was saying. She closed her eyes and rested in utter bliss when he slipped away from her. Moments later, she felt him at her back. His hands, strong, firm commanding, took her waist again. A gasp erupted past her lips as his rod filled her pussy in one fast thrust.

He fucked her from behind the way a stallion might a mare. With her foot resting on the little shelf, she was perfectly positioned for him to cover her. He pumped his cock in short, fast strokes. Her fingers tightened on the grab bar and she braced her legs against the assault. She could feel the energy and power raging through him. He had held off so long, giving her more and more pleasure while denying himself. Well, it was his turn to slake his need. She wanted more than anything to give him a taste of what he had given her. So she clenched her pussy as hard as she could around his penis, fighting to keep it inside her as he pulled out.

He grunted his appreciation. “That’s it baby,” he encouraged in a husky voice. “Grab me and hold on tight.” Even as he said the words, he picked up speed, pounding against her still stinging backside.