Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

She pouted slightly, but moved her hands to his jeans and undid the buttons. She tugged down his jeans, and he groaned as his cock was freed from its strict confines.

Reagan whimpered as she crouched, pulling his jeans over each foot. When she was finished, she knelt and stared at his cock.

“Please, Sir,” she begged.

“No.”

“You are so mean.”

“Nice of you to notice,” he told her. “Get in the shower. Hands against the wall, legs spread.”

She jumped to her feet and raced into the shower stall. Tiny couldn’t remember if he’d ever had a sub that enthusiastic.

He turned the water on, directing it away from her as he waited for it to warm up. When it was warm enough, he pulled the head off the holder. It was one of those showers with the extendable arm. He held the shower head in his hand, running the water over her long, elegant back, her sexy legs, then up the inside of her thigh. He turned the head, so the water blasted her pussy.

Reagan arched her back with a deep sigh.

She was dying to turn around. To touch him. It took all her control just to stand there as he pulled the shower head away from her pussy. She risked a small look over her shoulder, watching as he picked up her shower gel.

Was he going to wash her?

He hummed slightly, and she turned back around. He ran his slick hands over her back, down her arms then back up. She giggled as he moved his hands down her sides, but he didn’t relent, he kept his touch firm as he washed her back.

Then he crouched, soaping the back of her legs.

“Spread,” he ordered.

She moved her legs apart, grateful for the support of the shower wall as he thoroughly cleaned her legs, from her feet up to the top of her thighs. When he grasped hold of her ass, she groaned.

Who knew getting washed could be such a turn-on?

Standing, he pressed himself against her, his cock hard against her backside. He grasped hold of her breasts. He ran his soapy hands around the globes before brushing his thumbs over the nipples.

“Sir.”

“Your ass is getting plugged tonight.”

Oh, fuck. Her asshole puckered at the thought, and she wasn’t sure whether to be scared or intrigued. A bit of both. She owned a plug, but she’d never actually used it on herself.

But Tiny wasn’t just anyone.

He was the man she loved. She stiffened at the thought. Shouldn’t come as a surprise. In her subconscious, she’d known for a while. But the realization did come with some trepidation and sadness.

“What is it? Are you scared?” he asked, pulling her around.

“Of being plugged? No.” Of losing him, yes. But she wasn’t going to say anything. She wasn’t going to ruin their night.

“Good. I would never to anything to hurt you.”

Not physically, anyway.

Tiny took hold of his cock. She stared down at him, licking her lips. He was long and thick, erect. Delicious.

“Suck me.” He removed his hand and pushed lightly on her shoulders. He adjusted the water, so it wasn’t on her face as she knelt and stared at his shaft.

Slowly, she took the tip into her mouth and sucked on him. Tiny groaned, and she smiled slightly. She pulled back then licked her way down his cock, taking her time, running her tongue over the smooth, silky head, the thick shaft. When she reached the base, she moved her attention to his balls. She cupped his balls, then drew them into her mouth.

“Take me into your mouth.”