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“Legs open, Spencer. Do not make me tell you again.”

“Okay.” I part my thighs, bracing for more overwhelming pleasure.

“I’m going to ask you again, but this time don’t lie to me. Why’d you fake an orgasm out there?”

My head falls back as I fix my gaze on the recessed lighting. Nathan is relentless when he wants to get to the bottom of something. Fighting is no use. “I wanted to make you happy. I can’t come from sex with someone else. It’s not you, or any other man. I’m just difficult. My body’s broken I think.”

He smirks. “No it’s not.”

“It is.Believe me… It’s never worked even once. Not even from oral. That doesn’t mean I can’t have fun though. I just can’t seem to finish. But I still want it to be good for you.”

Pressing his lips together, he shakes his head. “You’ve never had a man make your pleasure a priority. That’s the problem. But I’m your problem solved, baby. Watch.”

This time he teases me with the water, aiming for my inner thighs, edging closer and closer to my clit, but not committing. I thrust my hips forward and open my legs wider to give him an easier target, except he’s missing on purpose.

The warm water taunts me. It feels so good beating into my skin.So good, but not good enough. I groan in frustration. “Nathan,please. Put it back.”

“Good girl, that’s exactly what I want.” He takes a step closer, the pressure of the stream more intense now. “Beg me if you want to come.”

“Please,” I sing out shamelessly. “I want to.”

My breath goes ragged, short rasps of anticipation as he moves closer,closer, torturously slow. “Remember, legs open. If you want to show me you can handle my cock, I want you to focus on staying spread for me, just like this.”

I nod eagerly. “Yes. I got it.”

“Yes,sir.” He lifts his brows. “I’m your boss in the office,andwhenever you’re naked. Clear?”

“Yes, sir,” I answer obediently. Then, I’m richly rewarded. He concentrates the water right against my center, and immediately the tension beneath my navel begins to build. Rapidly. Faster than I can control.

“Oh…fuck,” I groan. I try to absorb the pleasure, grinding my ass and heels hard against the floor. It becomes apparent why the pillow is necessary. I’d break my back against the hard tile wall and floor with the way I’m arching my spine. It’s bearable for about ten more seconds and then the sensation strengthens past manageable.

Whimpering, mewling, crying, gasping… I can’t think.

“You’re doing such a good job, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful. Almost there, aren’t you?”

I bunch up my fists, refusing to close my legs. I want to. I’m way overstimulated. My toes have gone numb, my thighs are so ignited, they’re useless. All I can do is sit here and allow the blinding surge of pleasure to build and build until I detonate.

“Oh myfuck,” I scream. I don’t even recognize my own voice.

I don’t come just once. Hot, powerful peaks of sensation slam into me over and over in rapid succession, multiple climaxes rendering my limbs totally limp. My knees fall outward, my legs boneless. Nathan shuts off the shower, mercifully. A second later though, he’s kneeling in front of me, assailing my still-sensitized clit with two deft fingers.

He flicks at my swollen bud a few times, torturing me with post-orgasmic ministrations. Then, his fingers thrust inside ofme. He doesn’t pump into me like I expect him to. Instead he curls them, shifting the tips of his fingers side to side…exploring, searching…

Satisfied with whatever he’s found, he begins to stroke my inner wall causing a new sensation to unroot. A coil of heat unfurlsrightwhere he’s touching.Oh no. No, no.“Nathan,” I whimper. “Wait. Stop, I’m going to?—”

Too late.

I’d blame it on the shower if I could, but it’s shut off, dangling in the corner lifelessly, as I drench Nathan’s hand. I clench but I can’t stop what’s happening. I’m helpless as he works my body over like he knew all along what I was capable of.

“That’s it. Such a good job spilling on my fingers like this. Now I know what you look like…feel like…” His fingers slide out and he pops them into his mouth, sampling me. “…and taste like when you come. So don’t ever shortchange me, baby. I need you weak with pleasure every time we fuck.”

Weak, I am. My brain and body are rended. He catches me before I slump over and cradles my shoulders in one arm. His other hand brushes up and down my trembling legs. Tiptoeing up my thigh, he moves in for my clit. Powerless to fight him off, I turn my head and bite his nipple. “Don’t,” I simper. “Do not touch me there. It feels so good, it hurts.”

He chuckles, jostling me in his arms. My body feels too heavy to move, so I simply fall against him, knocking him backward. He steadies his back against the shower wall and pulls me half onto his lap. Nathan looks down at me with pride and adoration, like I did something much more impressive than sit here with my legs spread while this man set fire to everything I believed about sex and orgasms.

I let out a soft, bemused hum of satisfaction. “It’s kind of funny.”

“What’s that?” he asks.

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