Warning: 18+ Sexy times ahead, folks 😉
The bathroom was small, consisting only of a bath, basin and toilet. No shower, no extra luxury. It wasn’t needed. Just simple practicality, the way she liked. White walls, grey tiles and chrome bath heads completed the nearly clinical look.
Reaching underneath her t-shirt, Bella grasped the back of her bra, undoing the clasp slowly. Once the bra had fallen, she took of her shirt, soon followed by her jeans and navy polka-dot panty.
She reached down to push the plug into place, before switching the water setting to a gentle cascade, hot enough to scald her skin a gentle red.
Dipping her big toe into the water, testing, she slowly sunk her ankles, relishing the heat as it nipped at her skin. Once she was partially submersed, Isabella began rinsing a day’s worth of grime and sweat away. Massaging shampoo into her roots leisurely, before she leaned back, allowing the shampoo to diffuse away from her scalp.
It was as though she could wash away all the negative vibes absorbed from stress, and only harbor the good from the day. Water has a way of absorbing every single drop of stress, causing your bones to feel like jelly and your worries to melt faster than an ice cube in the Sahara.
Beyond the peaceful silence in her head, thoughts began swirling like white noise, along with musings and dreams… dreams about a man with dark eyes, eatable lips and broad shoulders…. She could see him, sense him as if he were standing in front of her in his natural glory. She could feel the hard edges of his body, taut muscles and tensed abdomen. Like a lion. Fierce, mighty and proud.
Unconsciously, her hand un-tangled itself from her hair, moving down her body… roaming at a leisure pace, teasing the tip of her nipple, until it reached the slit of her cunt and began stroking and teasing.
She pressed the tip of her finger slightly deeper, taking the time to enjoy the slick gush of warm cum flowing down her thighs.
“Hmm… yeah…” she breathed through parted lips. She could see his strong hands moving over her… into her… lips bruising hers, hands squeezing, and squashing her flesh. The hardness of a strong and utterly masculine anatomy against hers. Moving, pleasing… gripping. Teasing. She pushed a finger into herself, moaning as softly as possible… Flexing it inside of her, curling. She rubbed her the hood of her clit, stoking flames of desire.
She reached out, pressing down on the head of the bath hose. She wielded it like a weapon, water bursting from the head. Her hand slipped down, aiming the spouting water directly over her .
The water pressure made a loud moan slip out… Eyes shut, body taut. She pressed her finger deeper, adding a second one, curling it until her body was ready….
The bathroom door burst open, halting the movement of her fingers inside her. A voice, heady with lust cracked through the haze of pleasure.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Has someone been a naughty little girl, forgetting all about the rules…” His voice echoed from the walls, oozing with danger and a hint of warning. She opened her eyes slowly, her face the literal picture of “hand caught in the cookie jar.”
“Hmm… Am I not good enough for you, that you seek pleasure elsewhere?”The gray-blue eyes enraptured her and froze her. Yet somehow it melted her.
“Tell me, Isabella, is my cock and hand not good enough for you?” He asked once more. He was taunting her. Challenging her to doubt his authority.
She lowered her gaze, eyes focusing on his black, polished leather loafers. Something about him commanded the very air she breathed in, trapping it in her throat, drumming her heart into a fast tango. He made the already small bathroom, infinitely smaller. Too small to hide.
“N-no…” she pulled her hand out of her body’s warm, silky embrace, face guilty.. The gush of the bath hose was halted with a slip of her thumb. Despite knowing she was in trouble, she could feel her body react to the tenseness of the air. Waiting for him to make his next move…
“No, what?” He playfully asked.
But Bella knew. There was nothing playful about him.
“N-no, sir.” A slight shudder in her voice betrayed her. Depicting her emotions to be as they were; nervous yet eager for more.
Bella couldn’t comprehend as to why he wasn’t taking this further, just a subtle indication of what was to occur next… Anything but the silence. It ate at her nerves, butterflies flapping around her tummy. Her muscles tensing with expectation… He loved putting her on edge. Loved teasing her, taunting her senses until she was sweaty with excitement.
She glanced up.
His chest was bare, stomach and abs exposed for her to gawk at. And so she did. Watching him remove clothe after clothe until, he was standing in nothing but his boxers, body screaming of sin. Bella caught his eyes once more. His eyes were twinkling with cold amusement, lips twisted into a mocking grin. He knew she was checking him out, he knew it and all that he did was smirk. Say nothing. None of those cheesy ‘Like what you see,’ remarks most boys gave. But he wasn’t a boy. He was a man. And within his silence, he stated more.
That alone was enough for her to blush furiously and turn her head away. Another slip and his boxers joined the clothes adorning the floor.
He climbed into the bath, making room for himself between Bella and the cramped tub. Or rather, she made way for him.
“On your tummy, ass up.”
She laid down in the limited space, hot water covering everything below the cheeks of her ass cheeks. Soft curves, pressing tightly against each other. Bella’s knees were bent close to her thighs, giving way to him. Her bum was cold, unused to the cool air out of the warm water. Bella’s head was supported by the rim of the tub, elbows keeping her upper body above water. She could feel the heat of the water, lapping at her budded nipples.
From somewhere behind her, the soft echo of water being disturbed by his presence.
A thick arm slid under her belly, simultaneously supporting her, whilst still forcing her bum even higher up.
“You thought I couldn’t hear you? Piccolino, I could hear you in my office, moaning and groaning like a little slut…
“You want something? You come to me.. I control your pleasure, I control your pain…” He leaned over her, nipped her ear whilst massaging her ass. He slapped her ass, the sound resounding with a solid crack. He shoved a finger gently, yet firmly into her, filling her to the brim. She clenched around the joint, aching and needy. A warm, wet envelope to his strong finger.
“So wet, so moist… you think you can make yourself feel this way alone?… Feel so… full?” He drove his hand deeper, gaining a breathless sigh in return.
“Little one, no man, no women, not anyone can make you feel like me. They can try… but nothing will make come close to me.”
He thrust a second finger in, then out, slowly… tantalizingly promising what she wouldn’t get.
“Beg. Beg me…”
“P-p-please.. please…. Please Master.”
“Uh, uh, uh… No.” He murmured, almost growling. His head leaned against the dimples just above her ass, mouth pressing hot kisses to trembling flesh.
“Resist, Isabella, resist..” His voice caressing her name, dragging it out, rolling it slowly. The way she loved. The way he knew she loved.
“Please, please, please, please, please,” she chanted, wriggling back against his fingers.
He tsked. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough? I do…” His voice trailed off, pinkie finger tapping a rhythm against her clit, playing her like his favorite instrument.
It was his favorite type punishment making her feel so good… than…. making her ache. Ache with want, with need, leaving an abyss of delicious unfulfillment caught in the depths of her aching cunt.
Resist, resist, resist…
“Please…” she whimpered, almost crying, “Please Master, please….”
Hehehee… am I evil to cut it off here? Probably 😉 Anyway, hope you enjoyed ♥ I know most of it is… unrealistic… and…. choppy… But hey, at least I got this onto paper… err, my laptop? >.> Anyways, I need to sleep before my head bursts.
So… as per usual, this work is under copyright protection by myself, withlovesaraa © 2016.