Disgrace (14 page)

“Sam?” My tone a reminder to us both.

“Yes…sorry, yes Sir. I don’t think you’re sweet. Would you like me to tell you what I
do
think you are?” I close my eyes. That mouth will be the death of me…death by blue balls.

“That depends. How long would you like me to continue?” She shudders and gasps when I sink my tongue deep and clamp my lips tight around her clit.

“Ah…ah…I-I don’t want you to continue any longer than you said please, Sir.” She puffs out sharp, steadying breaths when I pull back. “Sorry, Sir,” she adds, but it sounds more like a plea. I push my fingers inside. Her folds are swollen, and her needy nub pulses with the rush of blood surging through her veins. She is so ready to fall with maybe one, two thrusts of my fingers. My thumb applies a little pressure below her clit and rocks up in a gentle motion but it’s enough. Her muscles clamp around my fingers, her thighs twitch and I pull right back. Her whole body sags on a whimper.

“Apology accepted.”

“You’re very good at this aftercare thing.” She sighs heavily and sinks back against my chest. The warm, bubbly water swishes around her breasts. Soft peaks of foam dot the other exposed parts of her body and mine. I may have rubbed and massaged every inch of her body, but this isn’t my standard aftercare routine. I just can’t keep my hands off her.

“I’m glad you think so.” I scoop a handful of ginger scented water high and dribble small amounts like a waterfall, trying to hit one of her perfectly perky nipples. I repeat and try the other side, too. I’m all about balance.

“Is this official downtime?” She tilts her head to the side and lifts her chin. I know she’s asked a good question, but I cover her mouth with mine, pulling her hair gently. She tries to slip onto her front, but my solid thighs clamp tight to prevent her—a tricky task given how slippery she is. She groans with frustration.

“I think until we establish some rules and protocols outside of a scene, I believe it’s safe to assume all our time is downtime. What with your sassy mouth and all.” I tease and tweak her nipple at the same time.

“Ha! Sassy mouth. You really have no idea.” She scoffs her interruption.

“Exactly my point.” I pinch the other nipple for emphasis. She falls quiet with my sterner observation. “I want to go easy, so we will need some guidelines or your arse is going to be red and raw,” I add for clarification but press a kiss into her hair to soften my previous statement. This is new for both of us and doubly difficult for her, I believe, so I need to take it slow. She tilts her pelvis and slides her smooth arse the length of my ever present, rock-hard cock.

“And who says that’s not exactly
my
point?” she purrs, and I growl, my fingers flying to her hips to stop the torture.

“Sam,” I warn, and she stills in my hands.

“Sorry,” she breathes out, but is suddenly too quiet.

“Sam?”

“You did go easy on me. Thank you, and I did love it but…”

“But?”

“This might prove harder than you think, Jason. This might not be worth the trouble.” She lets out a solemn sigh.

“If the trouble you are referring to is you, I would respectfully ask that you let me decide that. And I didn’t go
that
easy on you. I kept you begging a long time,
and
I didn’t allow you to come.”

“Oh, please,” she teases. “I would’ve had a cock ring wrapped around you so tight Satan himself couldn’t have caused you more pain. And then I would have made you wait while I watched a whole episode of Buffy
if
I was going to let you get off…maybe two if it was a cliffhanger episode.” She smirks, her eyes gleam with wickedness.

“Ah now that would make
you
a sadist, but thank you, because it also gives
me
a benchmark. Every day’s a learning day.” I wink at her grumble and laugh at her loud exhale of frustration when I won’t release her hips to continue her grind and tease. “Besides, that would only torture me, and this week isn’t about torture. This week is about us.”

“Week?” She squeaks out in shock and manages to slip right round this time. But the bath isn’t really that big, so she tucks her knees under her and wedges them tight between my thighs. My erection bobs, eager and ready. She only flashes a quick glance, but is more distracted by what I have just said.

“Yes, week. A crash course as it were. Cancel your appointments.” I keep my voice level because I try not to think too hard about what that means. “We can play here, at my place, or the club. We will still take it slow. It will just be intense.”

“I think you’ll find that is a contradiction right there.” She just stares at me, wide-eyed and gorgeous. Soft, tiny bubbles cling and slide down her silky body, assimilating with much larger shapes once they hit the surface of the bathwater.

“I think it’s perfect. I think you’re perfect. It can be like a baptism of fire. If, after the week, you are uncomfortable, or we decide this can’t possibly work, then…” I shrug. She furrows her shapely brow, causing a cute crinkle above her nose. “But you know we
do
work. We are perfect together, and it’s just one week.” I am confident I can make her happy, but I need her concentrated time. The timing couldn’t be better with everything being quiet because it’s the silly season. “I’ll close the club so we can use the facilities without interruption. Our own private playground.” I wiggle my brows playfully.

“You’d do that? You’ll lose thousands. Jason, that’s crazy.” She shakes her head.

“It’s not crazy, Sam. That’s not what I’m afraid of losing.” Her eyes light with hope and pool with tears.

“Jason, I’m a whore.” She drops her gaze. I take a huge scoop of water and dump it on her head. She sucks a breath in surprise and starts to choke. She splutters but recovers quickly and splashes me back. I grab her hand before she drowns us both.

“Sam. There may be more infractions that deserve punishment, but for me, this is the biggest. I will punish you if you
ever
call yourself that again. I know what you do, but the way you say that, you insult yourself. It’s not who you are. Understand?” Her lips tip in a tentative smile, and her cheeks flash with colour. Her eyes blink rapidly, but her hair is drenched, and she uses the dripping bathwater to disguise the tears in her eyes. She nods, and I raise my brow impatiently. She grins and flutters her lashes in all innocence.

“I understand.” I point my finger to my lips, and she leans in and pecks my pout.

“Good girl.” She flashes her beautiful smile and slides back around, her back to my front or more specifically her backside to my cockside. She slinks her body up and down, up and…down. I think she is about to stretch her legs out and lie back flush on top of me but she keeps her crouched position. “Or maybe you’re not such a
good
girl.”

“Oh, I’m the
best
girl.” Her words escape on a sexy-as-hell exhale, which mainlines like a shock of pure electricity to my impossibly hard shaft.

She raises her hips, wraps her hand tightly around my straining erection and slips the head of my cock between her molten folds. She sinks down hard, and a wave of water drenches the sides of the bath and floods the floor. She groans the most erotic sound out and throws her head back on a sigh. Twisting her head round, she flashes me a cheeky wink and starts to pump her tight little backside up and down my cock. Her back dips in to a sensual curve as she leans forward on her hands, resting on my legs above my knees. The water glistens, and soap slides down her skin, tracking its way to the crease of her arse. I could stare at this view forever. Soft, round flesh, bouncing and rippling with each impact drop against me, an erotic little grind against the base of my cock before she lifts herself almost free. It’s my turn to come undone.

She hovers for perilous seconds, which feel like agonising hours because I know just how good it feels to be buried inside. But lucky for me, my previous intimate ministrations mean she is in no hurry to deny herself. She drops down and repeats, increasing the pressure each time at the base of the journey and steadily increasing her pace.

I sit up so I am flush to her back, and her sweet little body glides against my chest as she moves. One of my hand slides around and grabs her breast, while the other cups her neck and twists her head around to meet my eager mouth. She moans when my tongue dives to taste and take, each swipe and dance is reciprocated with equal passion and desire. “Oh, fuck!” I moan out into her mouth, her lips curl with pleasure, and her eyes shine with pure lust and fire. Her hand is wrapped around my balls, and her grip and tug has me thinking of football results and nasty diseases, anything or this is going to end right now.

As fucking turned on as I am, as close as I am, she is not controlling when
I
get to come…ever. I jerk my hips, roughly breaking her rhythm and making her grasp the sides of the bath to keep her balance.

“You don’t like that?” She drops her chin onto her chest, catching her breath but looks nervously over her shoulder.

“I like it very much.” I watch her eyes, so dark and guarded, almost black and inscrutable. But her face is an unfathomable mix of nefarious confidence and vulnerability. “As
you
well know.” My tone is a warning. I am under no illusion that she isn’t fully aware of what she is doing. I understand her default setting is to take control, but as I had mentioned to her before: I won’t be topped from the bottom. Even if her bottom is delicious. I push my hand flat between her shoulder blades forcing her to move forward further and onto her hands. I slap her wet arse cheek with a playful strike, and I dig my fingers into her hips. I take control.

Loud, slick sounds of skin colliding, water splashing and desperate gasps of air fill the room. Her muscles grip me like a vise, scorching hot, coating my cock with her arousal. She feels like molten silk and takes me so fucking deep I want to die right here because here is heaven.

“Stick your thumb in my arse.” Her breathy request does two things. First, it makes me instantly want to blow my load and, second, gets my back up that she can’t seem to help herself.

“Sam.” I growl her name in frustration.

“Sorry…please…please,” she pants, and I can hear her desperation. In this instance, I don’t think she’s playing me. I hope for her sake she isn’t. “Sorry, Jason…I …just really…please will you stick…ahhh! Oh, God yes! Thank you… tha…” Her mouth might be working. I can’t see from here, but there is definitely no sound.

I barely get my thumb inside her tight hole when her muscles start to clamp down. I curl it round and stroke the thin layer between my thumb and my cock, which causes me to swell inside her just that little bit more. I didn’t think that was possible. She crashes over the edge. No more breaths, no more movement, well, no external movement. Her body is taut and tense, silently riding wave after wave of euphoria. I feel each crest because her body saturates and spasms around my shaft. Shuddering, she draws in ragged breaths, coming down from her high as the pleasure ebbs. I pull her back onto me, hitting her deep inside and doing exactly what I had hoped.

“Oh, God!” She moans out an erotic sigh. An audible cue but her sweet little centre had already begun to grip, ripple and contract around me. Fuck, she feels so good. My hips jerk, and my jaw is clenched so tight I could crack a tooth. I thrust hard, hold tight, and chase my own release.

I’m on fire…she’s on fire and with hot soapy water swirling around us, I feel like I am going to melt. I can’t breathe. I slam the tap on and push the dial to blue. Ice-cold water spurts and splutters, spraying our joined bodies, instantly cooling our fever. I lift us from the bath, still balls deep, but she stretches on her tiptoes when her feet reach the floor and I slip from her body. She turns and steps back, grabbing a couple of towels from the rail. She holds them out for me to choose, and she looks shy, her arms now crossing her body. What the fuck? I take the bigger looking towel with one hand and pull her into my arms with the other. I scoop her up my body and wrap the soft sheet around us both. She drops hers on the soaking floor, we didn’t need two.

I hand her a hot chocolate. She has her knees pulled tight to her chest and is leaning against her headboard, defensive and protective. I am lying across the end of her bed. I reach up and grab one of her feet. I pull it to my chest and start to rub. She lets out a sigh and wriggles a little lower so her leg is comfortable.