Tully (Dangerous Doms 7)

“Oh God,” I mutter, squirming. “Are you going to torture me the entire time you’re gone?”

He shakes his head. “Not at all. It’s time for you to relax a little.”

He sits on the edge of the tub and reaches for a strand of my wet hair. He tucks it back, a wicked smile playing at his lips.

“You can let yourself go. Let that tool do its job while I’m gone.” He leans in, a predatory look in his eyes, the smile fading. “I want you ready for me when I come back. The only rule? You’re not allowed to take it out.”

Easy. It’s buzzing in me and making me throb, so the thought of taking it out seems preposterous. He reaches down into the water and reaches for my nipples, his rough fingers raking over the hardened peaks. My hips jerk and I moan.

“Good girl,” he says approvingly, his voice husky with arousal. “That’s such a good girl.” He bends and kisses the top of my head. “Behave while I’m gone.”

My eyes are already closed, my head nestled back against the tub, when the door to the bathroom clicks shut.

My bottom still stings from the spanking he gave me, and for some reason it seems to magnify the effect of the little dildo. I reach to touch it, my mind wandering, as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me.

The sound of my own moans and sighs echo in the tiled room, and I reach to touch myself. The dildo does its magic, and my fingers do theirs.

No, I’ll wait for him. I have to.

I groan, as my need to climax reaches higher and higher.

I need to.

He said I could. The only rule is I’m not allowed to take it out.

My mind wanders to school, the scare we had, but as soon as I bring the memory to surface, it floats away like white-capped waves.

The jets hum, and my eyes go hazy as I stare out the window at the Irish Sea. I’m swimming in the sea, swimming in my own private little paradise.

I float along the surface of the water, swim to the other side, and I can’t hold back anymore. My pussy throbs with need as I get closer and closer to coming.

I find a spot on the other side of the tub and lean back.

I think of today, but again, the second my mind goes to the memory of this afternoon, I’m drowning in pleasure and sensation. I can’t think anymore. My mind’s nearly numb, my body a slave to the vibrations and demands of pleasure.

My mind goes to me, bent over the tub, his belt in his hand. Those rough hands of his on my hips, my back, my legs. With a sigh, I stroke myself and fondle my nipples until finally, pleasure knifes through me so hard, I give a strangled scream.

I work myself to perfect pleasure right there in the tub, fully immersed in the hot bubblers and relaxing water, until I come down from my release.

“Oh, God,” I whisper to myself, my eyes closing of their own accord. “I needed that.”

I feel so warm and cozy and at peace, all comfortable and floaty, like I’m on a cloud. I could take a nap, I’m so comfortable, but that damn dildo hasn’t stopped, not once.

My body rises again, pleasure building upon pleasure.

“Again?” I whisper. This time, it takes longer, and the orgasm’s more intense, even sweeter this time. I come so hard I have to grip the edges of the tub for support.

I’m on my fourth orgasm when he finally comes to me. I’m delirious with pleasure, unable to speak, a limp noodle. I watch in a daze as he strips his clothes off to join me, all rippling muscles and tats.

“You look like a fucking god,” I mutter. “A god, I tell you.”

He grins at me. “How many?”

“Four,” I breathe.

He wastes no time, but drags me over to him and spreads my legs apart. He takes the dildo out and situates it on a washcloth on the side of the tub, then he fingers my pussy.

“So fucking swollen,” he says. “Someone’s been a very naughty girl.”

“Mmm,” I mutter, sex-crazed and desperate. “So naughty. Maybe I ought to be punished.”

“Ah. No cock for you, then?”

I moan. Even though he’s made me come, I want to feel him. I want to be filled with him again. “That would be cruel and unusual punishment.”

He reaches for me and yanks me over to him in the water, warm little bubbly waves lapping at the edge of the tub.

“Good girl,” he says. “Ride me.”

I straddle him, his thick, hard cock gliding right up against my thigh. I spread my legs and guide him to my center, so eager to feel him.

“That’s a girl,” he says. “Just like that.”

He cups my breasts in the water, the sensation quite unlike anything I’ve really felt before. It’s easy to ride him like this, the water making me buoyant, the four orgasms I just had making me boneless and pliable.