My cock twitched.
I massaged the shampoo into my hair and forced myself not to think such dirty things. My cock was rock hard and swollen at the head. I hadn’t wanted to jerk off since I met Rome, but now the need possessed me. I wanted to live out my fantasy, even if it wasn’t real.
I couldn’t.
Like my cock had dominion over my brain, I pictured her riding me then slapping me as hard as she could. She slapped me harder than she ever did in that bar. Her handprint was permanently etched into my cheek.
I tilted my head under the water and felt the soap drift down my body. My hands shook because I couldn’t fight the temptation. I knew Rome was in the garage and would remain there for at least thirty minutes.
I had time to rub one out.
I felt like an asshole for having the urge, for pleasuring myself when I had the perfect woman to satisfy me. But fuck, I wanted to do kinky shit that she wouldn’t allow. With a clenched jaw and a guilty conscience, I squirted the shampoo into my hand and lathered it onto my dick.
Now that I allowed my mind to think these debauched things, the images came immediately. I gripped my belt and smacked it hard against her ass, hearing her whimper with tears. Count with me.
One.
I gripped the belt again then slapped it across her other cheek, making a mark where I struck her. Louder.
Two…
I hit her again and again, punishing her for not telling me about her past. I was her Dom, and she was supposed to tell me every little detail about her life. She was supposed to seek me out for protection, to confide every secret to me. I hit harder than ever before, my knuckles turning white because I gripped the leather so hard.
She released a cry and a moan at the exact same time. Three.
I dropped the belt then came up behind her at the foot of the bed. I shoved my raging cock inside her and felt the slickness immediately. She was soaked and desperate for my length. She knew she deserved to be punished. She knew she deserved three more slaps once I was finished fucking her.
My hand moved up and down my length quickly, matching the pace that I fucked her in my mind. Her pussy was so tight and wet. Hear screams echoed in my head. I stuck two fingers in my mouth and sucked before I shoved them deep inside her tight little asshole. That made her moan again, and my cock was about to explode.
I was right on the edge of an explosion. I could feel the desire pool in my balls before it shot down my length. My entire body felt amazing, felt incredible. I came so hard I couldn’t stop myself from releasing a moan. I shot onto the shower wall, the white come sticking to the tile before it slowly slipped down to the drain. I kept rubbing myself until every drop was gone, picturing her tight pussy taking the entire load. “Fuck…” I leaned against the wall when I was finished, relieved and satisfied. Now that I’d finally gotten what I needed maybe I would stop thinking those dirty thoughts.
Or maybe they would just get worse.
“I’m so sore, I can barely move.” Rome lay beside me in bed, on her side with her back to me. She reminded me of a pregnant woman who was uncomfortable during the end of her pregnancy.
“I told you those weights were heavy.”
“I’ll stick to the treadmill next time.”
I pressed my chest against her back and cuddled her in the dark. I made love to her after dinner, right on the dining table where our plates had been moments before. We’d probably have another round now if she wasn’t so stiff. If I hadn’t treated myself that afternoon, I’d probably be much grouchier.
Even when we lay together like this in peaceful union, I couldn’t help but wonder what her real name was. Was Rome even her first name? Had it been something else entirely? Did Christopher call her something else when they were alone together?
The fact that he knew something that I didn’t know bothered me.
I lay with my face pressed into her hair, her scent washing over me in comforting waves. When she was beside me, I slept so much better. I descended into the land of a dreamless sleep. Even when she turned in the middle of the night and smacked my cheek with her palm, I still loved the closeness. When she was really tired, she snored. I loved that too.
Even though Rome wasn’t looking at me, she could feel my tension. It filled the dark room and infected her skin. “Something on your mind?”
I didn’t know how to address this topic. It could easily push her away, and I would end up sleeping alone for the night. “You and Christopher were in the same foster home, right?”