Page 147 of Enthrall Ecstasy
The stream of water was waved over my pelvis.
This felt like someone had turned on a shower and directed the showerhead at me—the kind that would feel delicious when pointed between my thighs.
Shay used a crisscross technique over my body, forcing water over my waist and gliding it down my stomach and thighs, before finally dragging it across my breasts.
When the water stream was directed between my thighs, my body jolted from the extreme sensations. I felt the rise of an orgasm.
I kept moaning.
Until Shay redirected the stream of water down to my toes, starving me of what my clit desperately needed—that pressure returned.
“Again,” I pleaded.
It was the way he bit his lip, that twist of a devilish smile. He rested the tip of his tongue in the corner of his mouth.
“Please, sir,” he said gruffly.
“Oh, God, please, sir.”
He jerked the water stream back up to my sex, teasing me, bringing me close.
My body shuddered from the intense pleasure caused by the delicious pressure.
I let out a deep-throated sensual groan.
He dragged the water stream away again and teased my nipples with the hose.
“Sir!”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
He lifted my chin and pressed his lips to mine. Our mouths clashed as our tongues warred with a devastating passion. He forced my lips wider so he could savagely kiss me.
“Master, permission to speak,” I whispered against his lips.
“Speak.”
“Don’t edge me, please,” I stuttered. “Carrie edged me for two days when you returned me from Pendulum. That was my punishment.”
He seemed to reconsider. “Let’s make up for it.”
“Choke me,” I demanded.
He grabbed my throat and tightened his hold, observing my reaction.
I mouthed, “Tighter.”
“Stay with me,” he coaxed.
My lungs felt strained by the lack of air.
“Come,” he soothed.
The shock of pleasure bursting against my clit from where he’d pointed the spurting water sent me reeling.
Yes, and yes, to all things yes,my mind chanted as I slipped away.
I needed him. Yearned to have him show me he felt the same way.
