Racing Desires

28. Closed door

"Jeez you're wrecking my morning schedule", Dean groans while slipping out of bed at the same time as me.

"You were the one who had me tied to the bed and an incredible endurance. It's not my fault we spent half the night doing other things than sleeping", I retort.

As a response Dean smacks my bare ass, just as I'm about to step into the bathroom, I flinch slightly due to my ass being a bit sore. In the long mirror I could see, his hand left marks on my skin.

"I'm sorry", he whispers over my shoulder. "Perhaps I was a little too excited last night, I shouldn't have been so rough. But it sure is your fault I had no sleep, as you're just too tempting."

"It's fine Dean, I told you that already last night. I'll have a little reminder today during work of what we did last night and which pleasures you gave me."

"Hmmm I can give you a small reminder of that right now", and I feel his dick harden, pressed against my stomach while he starts kissing me.

"We have to hurry", I remind him and push him away slightly.

"Hmmm give me ten minutes. I'm the boss and I'll take the full responsibility if we come too late." And he's already peppering soft kisses down my neck. His hands start fondeling my breasts and I know I can't resist.

Instead I reach out for his dick and start pumping him, with a little twist of my hand as soon as I reach the tip.

"Are you wet for me, Honey?", his deep husky voice asks me. He knows I am, as I always am for him. His fingers start playing me causing me to moan, while I'm kissing his neck. Slowly two fingers start thrusting into me and my free hand clenches into Dean's hair.

It doesn't take long until I'm pinned against the wall and Dean hoists me up in the air.

"So good", he groans while moving in.

I hold on to him for dear life, while he fucks me fast and hard against the shower wall. I love how he can be all varieties during sex, from ever so gentle over fast and hard up till like a wild beast.

Dean keeps his promise with the ten minutes. Heavy panting he sets me back down on my feet. I love to watch how his chest rises and falls rapidly from our passion, while the water flows down it. His hands cup my face. "I love you Kiara", he whispers against my lips and gives me another sweet soft kiss.

I don't even get the chance to say it decently in return because he starts rushing after it. Although he does take the time to rub, my ass, ankles and wrists with oil once more, just like last night.

Last night I let him tie my ankles for the first time, it was frustrating and pleasure at the same time. He had all the power over me, could decide when and how I would come. That was damn hot and I could see how turned on he was by the fact himself. He kept on repeating I'm his alone. It might sound possessive but, in that moment, I wanted him to be possessive. Wanted him to dominate me.

I could see the raw lust in his eyes, every time he made me come. But once we were finished and he saw the marks, I could also see how it pained him and regret took over. I don't want to see the regret in his eyes, the same regret I'm seeing right now too, while he's gently kissing my wrist.

"I'm not going to let you do that anymore, if you feel so bad about it the next day", I say while making him look in my eyes.

"Perhaps you shouldn't. It's fun, but I don't want to honestly hurt you."

"We both wanted it, I'm ok Dean, honestly. You're not beating me up, we're having rough sex which we both agreed to. Stop beating yourself for it."