Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I closed my eyes and let myself imagine Ryan was here with me, his hands replacing mine, his voice commanding me to come for him. In my fantasy, he pressed me against the shower wall, his massive cock driving into me while the water streamed over our joined bodies.
Please, sir, I thought, so hard to the empty shower that I worried I might accidentally speak. Please let me come for you.
My fingers worked faster against my swollen flesh as I lost myself in the fantasy. In my mind, Ryan’s hands gripped my hips possessively while he took me against the slick shower wall, his voice rough with authority as he commanded my pleasure.
“That’s it, ass girl,” I imagined him growling in my ear. “Show me how much you need your husband’s cock.”
The obscene words I put in his mouth sent electricity through my core, and I felt my climax building to an unstoppable crescendo. My free hand moved to my breast, pinching my nipple the way Ryan had learned I craved, the sharp sensation pushing me closer to the edge. I moved my hand again, down and back, and found my anus with my middle finger. It was all I could do not to cry out at the pleasure that came from the discomfort there itself—the sensation that told me my husband’s enormous erection had claimed me there so often and so rigorously.
I was so close, so desperately close to the release my body had been craving since he’d left for work. My hips bucked against my hands as I stroked myself in front and behind with increasing desperation, biting my lip harder to stifle the moans that wanted to escape.
Just as I felt the first spasms of orgasm beginning to crash over me, the shower curtain was yanked aside with a sharp scraping sound.
“Having fun without me, ass girl?”
My eyes flew open to find Ryan standing there, still dressed in his work clothes, his blue eyes dark with a mixture of anger and arousal. In his hand was the paddle—my paddle, humiliatingly engraved with my name. The one he’d used on me at the facility, the one that had broken down every wall I’d tried to build around my true nature.
My hands froze between my legs and my hind cheeks as terror and shameful excitement crashed through me in equal measure. I’d been caught. After a week of perfect obedience, I’d given in to my desperate need and been discovered in the most humiliating way possible.
“I asked you a question,” Ryan said, his voice carrying that dangerous calm that made my knees weak. “Were you touching what belongs to me without permission?”
“I… I…” I stammered, my voice catching in my throat as water continued to stream over my naked body. There was no point in lying—he could see exactly what I’d been doing, could probably smell my arousal even in the steamy air.
“Get out of the shower,” he commanded, stepping back to give me room. “Right now. When Mrs. Chen texted me to say you would probably be playing with yourself by the time I got home, if I left right then, I had to see for myself.”
I turned off the water with trembling hands and stepped onto the bath mat, my body still aching with unfulfilled need. Ryan’s eyes tracked every drop of water that rolled down my skin, taking in my flushed face and the way my thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing between them. My mind whirled—the sensor, I realized. The sensor must have shown my need even before I thought of touching my clit.
“Did you come?” he asked bluntly.
“No, sir,” I whispered, my face burning with shame. “You stopped me before…”
“Good,” he said with satisfaction. “Because if you had, your punishment would be much worse.”
The word punishment sent a jolt of fear and anticipation through me. I’d been so good, so obedient for the past week. The thought of disappointing Ryan, of proving I still couldn’t control my shameful urges, made tears prick at my eyes.
Ryan set the paddle down on the bathroom counter and reached for one of our large bath towels. To my surprise, his movements were gentle as he wrapped the soft terrycloth around my trembling body, pulling me against his chest as he enfolded me in warmth.
“There,” he murmured, his voice unexpectedly tender as he rubbed the towel against my back. “Let me take care of you.”
I blinked up at him in confusion, my heart hammering against my ribs. The gentleness in his touch, the way he was drying me so carefully—it was so different from the dangerous authority in his voice moments before.
“Sir?” I whispered, hope creeping into my voice despite everything. “Are you… are you thinking better of punishing me?”
Ryan’s hands stilled for a moment, and when he looked down at me, his blue eyes were soft with something that made my chest ache.