Six Signs of Submission (Desire Island 6)

He looked down at her, admiring her strong, lithe body and noting her very erect nipples. His erect cock bobbed between them. He wouldn’t have minded pushing her down on the mat and fucking her right there, just to take the edge off. But he resisted, aware the prize would be all the sweeter once he’d earned it.

Reaching down, he stroked her soft cheek and tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear. He was touched by her willingness to trust him, despite the naked vulnerability in her eyes. Silently, he promised himself to be worthy of that trust.

He held out his hand to her. She took it, allowing him to hoist her upright. Without preamble, he lowered his head to hers. He kissed her mouth, invading it with his tongue as he held the sides of her face in his hands.

As they kissed, she started to bring her arms around his neck, but he pulled away, catching her wrists. “No,” he directed. “Remember, you do what I say and only what I say. Put your arms at your sides and leave them there unless or until I direct you otherwise.”

He noted the flickering conflict on her face, but she obeyed.

He took her face in his hands again, pulling her mouth to his. He kissed her deeply, pouring his soul into her as he did so. As insane as it was to admit, kissing her felt like breathing—essential to his survival.

His mouth still on hers, he moved his hands, running them through her hair. He gripped a handful and tugged, lightly at first, and then harder. She gasped against his mouth but kept her arms at her sides.

When he finally let her go, they were both breathless. Her eyes were bright, her chest heaving. The room had filled with steam, which fogged the wall mirror above the sink. Cooper moved toward the stall and pulled open the door, gesturing her inside.

It was close in the small space, and Cooper again took Lainey into his arms as the hot water sluiced pleasantly over them. Once they were thoroughly wet, he let her go again. Reaching for the bottle of shampoo from the ledge, he said, “I’m going to wash your hair and your body. You will stand quietly, doing nothing but what I expressly tell you.”

She said nothing, but her eyes were wide and fixed on his.

He squeezed some shampoo on his palm and gently massaged it into her thick, wind-tousled hair.

“Hmm,” she murmured. “Feels good.”

“Shh,” he reminded her. “Don’t speak unless spoken to. If I have to remind you again, you’ll be punished.”

She drew in a quick breath, but said nothing else.

“Head back,” he directed. He rinsed the suds away and then washed her hair a second time. Reaching for her conditioner, he squirted some on his fingers and pulled it through her now clean hair.

Taking the soap, he rubbed it under the water to get it sudsy. Then he ran it along her body, washing her arms, her legs, her back and her stomach. She stood still as he did this, save for a small tremor that moved through her body at his touch. Her skin was soft and smooth, the long, rounded muscles flexing just beneath the skin as he stroked her with soapy hands.

“Hands on your head,” he directed next. “Feet shoulder-width apart.”

She obeyed right away, which pleased him. He took his time with her breasts, rubbing soapy hands directly over the plump, firm mounds. He rolled her taut nipples in his fingers, unable to resist a not-quite gentle squeeze that brought another gasp from her lips.

Lowering into a crouch, he ran the bar of soap along the cleft of her cunt and up between her ass cheeks. She shuddered at his touch, but managed to remain in position. He gently washed her sex and ass, his cock throbbing, his balls aching. He would have loved to shove her against a wall of the stall, lift her onto his hips and plunge his cock into her. But, while shower sex sounded hot, it wasn’t all that fun in real life. And anyway, this wasn’t about him.

Satisfied she was clean, he rinsed the conditioner from her hair and had her stand under the spray to wash the soap from her body. “Now, you step out and dry yourself while I wash up. When I get out of the shower, you will dry my body for me.”

A small pucker appeared between her eyebrows, but she managed to keep her pretty mouth shut. She stepped out of the stall, closing the door behind her. Cooper showered quickly, eager to get back to this delicious experiment.

Once done, he turned off the water and stepped out of the stall. Lainey looked adorable, her wet hair combed back from her face, her cheeks rosy from the steamy shower. She’d wrapped her towel around her body.