Page 97 of Devious Truth

He wants my submission. My willingness to give over to him without his interference.

I pad over to the bathmat and toe his boxers out of the way before I sink down to my knees. Calming my breath to a steadycadence, I lay my palms down over my thighs, spreading them as wide as is comfortable before raising my chin.

His blazing stare heats my skin.

“Sir, I’d like to join you.” Mist from the shower sprays across my face.

More drops of water land on my naked breasts as he leans over my kneeling form. He cups my chin, bringing my lips to his. Droplets fall across my cheeks and into my hair, but all I can focus on is him.

“Such a brave girl,” he whispers against my mouth. “Get in here.” He releases me and steps back into shower.

The water is warm, the perfect temperature, as he turns me around to step beneath the stream.

His hands, large, controlling, and gentle, run over my hair, soaking every strand. He pushes my chin back, until I’m tilted backward into the water. It runs over my face.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he says, wiping the water from my cheeks. “So fucking beautiful.”

He kisses me beneath the water, pressing me further back through the stream until my back is against the wet, tiled wall. Hoisting me up, I wrap my legs around him just as he plunges into me.

I break the kiss, crying out the from the sudden stretch around his size. He bites at my chin, my neck.

“Oh!” I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin.

“Fuck, yes, baby.” He squeezes my ass, driving further into me with more force.

My back slides against the wall as he plows harder into me. Hot water beats down on him as he leans into me, kissing my neck, nipping at my earlobe.

“All day, this is what I wanted. To be here with you, like this. Fuck.” His voice is raw, like he’s just been running a marathon.

“Me, too.” I roll my head to the side, giving him better access to my throat. As his teeth sink into my tender flesh, shocks of pleasure roll over my body.

“Fuck!” He growls, suddenly ripping himself from me and planting my feet back on the slippery shower floor. “Turn around. Stick your ass out.”

As I spin around, my hands flattening against the wall, he slaps my ass. The snap of a second smack fills the shower. I cry out with the third smack.

“You wanted to play around, didn’t you?” He fists the back of my hair, pulling my head back while shoving my chest into the wall. “Is this what you wanted?”

Another volley of spanks crosses over my ass. Several to one cheek then the other and then he starts over again. I wiggle beneath his punishing hand, arching my back more, seeking the pain he’s doling out.

“Good girl,” he coos in my ear, squeezing my ass cheek until I’m raising up onto my toes trying to get away from him. “Are you? Are you my good girl?”

“Yes, sir!” I slap at the wall, water splattering back at me. His grip is unrelenting.

“Say it.” He lets go of my ass, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling my ass back at him. The fat head of his cock poises at my entrance. “Tell me you’re my good girl, that you’ll always be my good girl.”

There’s no hesitation now. “I’m your good girl! I’ll always be your good girl, oh fuck–– yes, I’m your good girl.”

He drives into me from behind with such force, I nearly lose my footing. With his arm wrapped around my waist, he holds me steady as he takes me. He drives me to the edge of utopia and dangles me over the side.

Releasing my hair, he reaches over us, grabbing the shower head from the holder and bringing it down to us. A few clickson the handle, and the shower stream turns into a powerful jet stream.

“I want you to come for me, Vee. Come hard.” He brings the shower head around our bodies, aiming the powerful stream at my clit.

“Oh god!” I throw my head back as the strength of the water hits my clit. “It’s too much.”

“No, you can handle it.” He bites down on my shoulder, still plowing into me.

My body tightens. Sensations blast through me, stealing my breath–– I don’t even care if there’s air, I just need him. His touch, his warmth, his dominance. All of it. It’s him.

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