Dex’s thrusts become erratic as he chases his orgasm. The first jet of hot cum sprays down my throat, making me cough and sputter. For once, I’m glad we’re still in the shower as I feel drops of his jizz spilling down my chin and onto my left breast.
My knees are sore by the time he helps me to my wobbly feet. I’m grateful for his embrace, helping to hold me up as we each catch our breath.
“As much as I’d love to stay here with you all morning, I need to get moving,” he says, stepping away to grab the bottle of his shampoo to lather up.
“Hey, no fair. You make me wake up and then you don’t even take care of my needs?” I pout playfully, scrubbing his muscular chest with the foamy soap spilling down his perfect body. I’ve only seen him workout once in the hotel gym since moving back into The Whitney. I honestly don’t know how he maintains his Adonis physique without working out more often.
My soapy hand moves lower, enjoying washing the part of him that was just in my mouth. With each stroke, I can feel him growing harder and harder.
“Katja,” he warns, leaning his head into the spray of water to rinse out the shampoo.
I take the opportunity to lean in and suck one of his nipples into my mouth, making sure to nip at the tip until he growls.
“You’re playing with fire, dirty girl.”
God, why do I love it when he calls me that?
In a fast second, his arms are around me, grabbing both my ass cheeks and lifting my whole body off the floor until I have to wrap my legs around his waist to keep from falling.
Dex takes a few steps, putting my back against the tiled wall of the shower. Our faces are inches apart, giving me a front row view to his growing desire. I can feel his shaft getting harder, pressing against my pussy.
“Such a naughty girl, trying to make me late this morning.”
“Guilty as charged,” I tease, wiggling to try and get more pressure against my clit.
“It sounds like you’ve earned a punishment then, doesn’t it?”
My core cramps with the kind of dark desire I never knew I needed until Dex introduced me to his special brand of dominance. In such a short time, I’ve learned to crave a bite of pain with the pleasure he so expertly delivers.
“Dex… please…” I beg.
“I know exactly what you need this morning,” he barks just before releasing me so that my legs fall back under me.
He spins me around until I’m facing the shower wall just as he drags the teak shower bench closer.
“Bend over. Hands on the wood. Do not lift them up until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
Holy hotness.
“Yes,” I answer.
The crack of his hand spanking my wet ass gets my attention.
“Yes, what?” he barks.
My mind is scrambled. All I can think about is how much I want him inside of me.
“Yes… sir?”
“Good girl. You remembered.”
His palm rains down on my ass a half dozen times, building my fire both inside and out. I’ll never admit it to him, but the few times he’s disciplined me in the last week have led to the hottest sexual encounters of my life. My brain hates the idea of losing control, but my body is starting to long for it.
The spanking is almost at that point where it hurts too much when his swats stop.
I move my feet a few inches farther apart, subconsciously opening myself up for Dex to claim me from behind. My pussy is primed and ready, so when I feel his fingers moving between my back cheeks just before pressing against my tight pucker, I bolt upright.
“What are you doing?” I shout, swatting his hand away from my ass.