Page 57 of Feed Your Fiends

I ignore him and try to close the glass door on his foot, but he pushes into the shower dick first. The shower head catches his back, soaking half his hair, but he pays it no attention, just like I’m not paying attention to the water droplets running down his shoulders. His abs. His cock… The head’s so thick… so glossy as the water drips off the tip.

But while I’m too busy not noticing him, he’s busy noticing me because he’s staring at me with a look I hadn’t anticipated.Concern.

“Elle, you want to dance in a few weeks, right? It's your dream.”

The only one I’ve ever had. Before I met him.

“Don’t spite yourself just to spite me.”

I follow his gaze to my swollen feet because at his words, they suddenly throb painfully as if all my nerve endings have awakened. Panic shoots through me as I envision them ballooning enough to make me float.

Fuck.

“Sit on the bench and let me wash you. Let me take care of you.”

“You’ve already done enough.”

“I can do a lot more.”

It sounds like a threat, and yet my heart flutters faster.

“But I heard you, Elle. I don’t get access to the deepest parts of you.Yet. I don’t deserve you.Yet.But don’t you deserve a break? A rest?Please,Dovey, let me.”

There it is again, that rare little word rolling off his tongue. That little plea.

My ass presses against the cool tile as he stands in front of me, his thick, hard dick bobbing from the motion. Then he’s leaning over me, reaching for some products in the built-in nook. It’s level with my mouth, just a hair away from my lips. Involuntarily, I lick them and by default, the tip of his cock jumps as his knees damn near buckle.

When I gaze up at him, he’s supporting himself against the wall with one outstretched arm, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Maybeyoushould sit,” I smirk, my lips brushing him again.

The items he’d been holding rattle onto the bench, and his hand, now free, snakes into my hair. He tugs, forcing my head back to look into his eyes and the blunt head of his dick stabs my throat, making me gasp.

“I’m trying to be so good for you, baby.” He licks his lips. “You're sitting right in front of me, naked, wet and vulnerable. Heavy tits, hard pink nipples, thighs that double when you sit. That smother and hide that fat pussy from me. But all I have to do is tilt you back,” and he does, pulling on my hair. “And I can part you. I can split your slit so easily.”

I follow his gaze between us to my sprawled legs because Ihadparted them that easily to steady myself.

“Fuck,” he hisses, gripping me so tight it hurts as he lifts me back up to sit. His eyes, clenched shut a second ago, pop open to bore into my hooded ones, and I revel in the pain of his grip on my hair, so different from the pain in my feet seconds ago.

“Do you know how easy it is to move little dolls around? To position my doll exactly how I want? How easy it’ll be to turn you into a puppet that moves all on her own when I’ve slid into you?”

I swallow,hard.

“So be a good girl, and I’ll be good for you. I’ll follow your lead. But if you keep trying to lead me astray…”

Don’t play along. You don’t want to play, remember?

Suddenly, he makes me want to play because, for once, I think I can win.

“What did I do wrong?” I peer up at him, but not before licking my lips and swiping his tip again. You’d think he’d just slid into my pussy with the way those black pits roll halfway into his skull and flutter like he’s fucking possessed…is he…thatdesperate?

“You were right,” I breathe.

It takes him a second to refocus on me. “About?”

“How pretty eye whites can be.”

His lips part, and his throat bobs.

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