Page 61 of Honey, Honey
Getting Honey in the shower was easy because she was sweet again. She’d been quiet, her hands clasped in front of her while I switched on the taps, hit the button for the shower and tested the water making sure it was warm enough. She’d stepped into the shower without a word when I nodded at her to do so.
“You’re coming in, right?” She asked when she was standing inside the glass enclosed shower. She was standing in the middle, the spray of the shower head missing her, sliding down only half of her body. Stray water droplets sprayed up and against the glass between us and she moved forward, placing a hand on the glass not making a move to hide her nakedness from me. I liked that she was confident. I liked littles, ones that played in shyness, blushing cheeks and demure looks, but when it came to a submissive’s body I did not indulge the same behavior. A submissive had no need for shame with their Dom. Any partner I played with had the body I wanted. There were times when a submissive’s confidence was lacking, uncertainty and twisted body image making their presence known, but as their Dominant it was my job to actively take apart those threads until they had no bearing on my submissive. Their love of their own body put back together in the form of what Honey was now giving me.
Pure want. A joy found in sharing her body with me. She liked that I was looking at her, wanted me to do it. I could tell by the way she raised the hand not pressed to the glass and braced her elbow against the rapidly steaming glass. We stared at each other in the low light of the bathroom and I let my eyes wander slowly over her body. She was a beautiful woman, her dark hair down and curling, the ends of it sticking to her body from the water. She had full hips, and a soft belly, tits that were soft and full, the brown of her nipples prettily contrasting against her tan skin. My fingers twitched, the memory of what her nipples felt like had my dick hardening.
“Yes, I’m getting in,” I told her, shrugging out of my dress shirt and tossing it to the side on the small table that sat there. Shit like magazines, lotion and candles lined its surface, all meant for a comfortable stay. I tossed my shirt onto the table, covering the items but not before wondering if Honey like candles or what kind of lotion she would want rubbed into her skin.
“Hurry up,” Honey said, tapping a finger against the glass.
Those two words had my dick jumping. I gave her a disapproving look, though I enjoyed her behavior. She was a brat through and through. Even if we were just being together in the most basic sense of the word it was enjoyable to have her acting this way. She was comfortable. She was happy. She was bratting as she pleased, even without a scene.
These were all good signs. Honey would not be a flash in the pan or one time hookup. This thing between us was going to have legs.
“Now who’s bossy?” I asked her, unbuckling my belt and pants. Her muffled giggle sounded through the glass, but it was cut off when I finished undressing, adding my pants and belt to the growing pile of clothing on the table. When I got no answer I looked up from removing the last thing I wore–boxers–and saw Honey’s eyes were wide.
“What?”
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
“What?” I asked again.
Her eyes moved up and down the length of me, and she pressed her hand flat to the glass.
“You’re beautiful,” she blurted out. I snorted at her words. I’d been called a lot of things. Beautiful was not one of them. “Like seriously, fucking gorgeous.”
I ignored her words, but I liked how much enjoyment she got from looking at me. I had a good body, I knew that. I worked out six days a week maintaining the body I’d earned from keeping order in the streets, but it was a body that wasn’t perfect. There were scars from gunshots and knives, and the tattoos that I used to cover most of them, though I’d given up on that years into the game. Half of my chest was a mass of ink work, a falcon with its wings outstretched and soaring, a star above it and below a forest of plane trees, their gnarled branches twisting into one word: Sokolov. The scene was serene, calming, and it had been my solace–a constant reminder not to forget who I was. That I was, above all things Lawson Sokolov. Even when the money had been good, the seat at the table with the mafiosos and cartel kingpins a little too choice, their goodwill flowing like the liquor they poured for me, that I did not lose sight of my goal.
That I remained my own man at all costs. The pleasure and power those men and women offered me was fleeting, it all came at a price. Everything did.
Honey looked like she was going to go on speaking, which was fine. I liked listening to her. I raised the hand that I’d had between her sweet thighs and inhaled deeply. The sweet and musky smell of it had my mouth watering. I hadn’t gotten to taste her, not like the night before and slipped my fingers inside of my mouth sucking off what was left of her cum.
Honey made a strangled sound and I raised an eyebrow at her while I licked my fingers clean.
“Get the fuck in here.”
“Manners.” I made no move forward and instead closed my eyes, taking my time sucking her taste off my skin. If she wanted me to do a damn thing she was going to learn to show some respect.
“Please. Please, Daddy get in the shower with me.”
There it was.
I smiled at her. I reached down and closed a hand around my dick, giving it a slow pull. “Keep asking nicely like a good little girl.”
Her eyes were wide and locked onto where my hand was slowly working my hardening dick. I groaned, the ache in my balls growing with each stroke. If I wasn’t careful I was going to fucking finish before I got my hands on her. Having Honey climax with my fingers inside of her, her body bowing, hips straining against my hand while she sobbed out my name had nearly been enough to make me lose control like some snot nosed kid getting his first taste of pussy. I’d had to get us up and out of the bed to hold on to my control. I wasn’t used to feeling like this. There had never been another submissive that could drive me this wild, made me lose all reason and thought, and I hadn’t even been inside of Honey yet. I’d tasted her, felt her, but not had her.
Jesus Christ when I finally had her...
“Please, Daddy.” Honey’s voice pulled me away from thoughts of how fast I would lose control when I had my thick cock inside of her.
I opened the shower, the warm steam rolling out over me. “Do you even know what you’re asking for?”
She shook her head, water flying from the tips of her long dark hair. “No, but I want it if it’s with you.”
“Good answer.” I shut the door behind me and stepped in close to her, forcing her back under the shower spray. The warm water hit her back and Honey’s eyes drifted closed when I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her towards me. I lowered my head, running my lips along her shoulder. The warm water splashed down around us, the heat and steam of the shower wrapping us up in a cocoon that shut out the outside world. There was no Cairn, no shitty fuckwad of an ex, there weren’t billions of fucking dollars waiting for me to finalize details.
There was only here and now. Just us.
“I want to taste you,” Honey whispered. I froze where I had been kissing a lazy path up her shoulder to her neck and leaned back to look down at her. Water clung to her eyelashes and she was smiling, looking up at me. “Please let me suck your cock, Daddy. Can I?”
