Broken Submission

Shower Play

Amelia gawked as Derek stripped off his clothes with absolutely no regard for her blood pressure. She'd seen him bare considerably fewer times than one might expect, especially given the fact that one of his favorite hobbies was forbidding her from wearing clothing. She groaned low in her throat as she stared blatantly at his back.

He disappeared for at least an hour every day to work out, and now she thanked the heavens and his self-discipline. He had the thick musculature of a mature man. The kind of rippling strength that showed his muscles came from actual work, not pumped up from steroids and dehydration.

Derek glanced back at her with a smug grin, and she covered her face with her hands. His amused chuckle reverberated in the bathroom. She only jumped a little when he gripped her waist and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, gasping when his length pressed against her core.

"No need to be embarrassed, kitten," he murmured.

Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head when he rocked his hips. She was going to drench his cock if he didn't stop doing that. He hit a certain spot, and her hips jerked involuntarily. This time, he was the one who gasped. He grabbed her ass, forcibly stopping both their movements.

"I am not having sex with you for the first time in a bathroom," he said. "No sex in the shower, no sex in the shower," he muttered like a mantra.

She giggled despite the throbbing in her lady parts. "You might want to let me down then. This position isn't good for either of us."

He groaned. "You might be right."

When his arms loosened, she slid down, purposefully dragging her body against his. He swore and his retaliatory spank propelled her into the shower with a yelp.

"You naughty minx," he growled, following her in.

She grinned impishly, then sighed as the hot water washed over her.

"Mmm," she mumbled in contentment.

The gliding of soap over her stomach made her open her eyes. Derek knelt at her feet, staring up at her with eyes darkened with heat. He worked the soap along her stomach, the undersides of her breasts. His fingers glided along her thighs, thoroughly washing the backs of her knees. He seemed to be purposefully avoiding her erogenous zones.

Still, heat continued to build with his languid exploration until at last she couldn't take it anymore.

"Please," she gasped, knees shaky.

His hands slid around her back to squeeze her cheeks. "Please what?"

Her breath hitched. "Please—please sir, touch me."

"Mm," he pulled her cheeks apart until hot water rushed through them, and she whimpered. "I am touching you."

Tears of frustration pricked her eyes. She swallowed them back. Struggling to form the words, she whispered, "Please touch my—my pussy."

A smile broke across his face. "I would love to touch your pussy. Spread those legs for me, little one."

She gasped in relief and tried to do as he said without slipping or having her knees buckle beneath her. He slid a slick finger through her slit, being sure to thoroughly clean each and every crevice. She gripped the handrail with a white-knuckles grip. Her eyes closed in pleasure, and unknowingly, her hips rocked into his hand.

Smack

She yelped, and her eyes flew open. She stared down, wide-eyed at Derek, lower lips stinging from his hand.

With sudden fierceness, he grabbed her core, two fingers sliding into her as he held her with an iron grip. Despite his being on his knees, she had never felt so dominated in her life.

"I control your pleasure." His grip tightened, and she whined as his palm ground against her clit.

"Yes sir," she whispered, the words breathless and needy.

His hand tightened to the point of pain, and she trembled. Then he released her. "Good girl. Now turn around."

She didn't dare hesitate before spinning to give him her back, almost slipping in the process. He caught her.

"Easy, kitten. Now lean forward and put your hands on the bench."

She obeyed, setting her palms on the built in shelf/seat. Without his prompting, she spread her legs and arched her back.

"Good girl."

She shivered in pleasure. The shower beat hot water over her bottom and back, her wet hair obscuring her vision. Soapy hands glided over her skin as he finished with her still-smarting lips. Then he dragged a finger up and circled her back hole.

She forced herself to stay relaxed as he increased the pressure. It burned, friction and heat and forced entrance, but she breathed through it. His other hand stroked her hip. He pushed forward until he couldn't any more and then he pulled out and pumped forward with greater force.

Her breathing accelerated with his strokes. When he added a second finger, a series of desperate mewls escaped her mouth.

"Easy does it," he murmured.

Her little hole burned, but the heat added to the pressure building in her core. He added a third finger, and she whined, clamping down against his entrance. Pain shot through her. He dealt her a brisk slap.

"Don't fight it." Her resistance seeming to do away with any gentleness he had previously employed—he now slammed his fingers into her sore bottom with enough strength to rock her forward with each stroke.

Tears began to trickle down her face, and she couldn't help herself from clenching down against his entrance, trying to fight the orgasm building in her core. But the pain only brought her closer to the edge.

"Please," she begged, "sir, I need—I need to cum. I can't—" she grunted as he slammed his fingers into her, "I can't hold it off!"

He twisted his fingers in a spiral motion the made her eyes roll back in her head. "You can and you will."

A sob burst through her throat, but she dutifully fought the pleasure rising in her.

His hand squeezed her hip gently. "Just a few more, there's a good girl."

Her knees trembled with the wave that was crowding her vision. He picked up his pace to a desperate crescendo.

"Cum for me Amelia, now!"

She sobbed in relief as she let go. Heat flooded through her, and her whole body shuddered. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her upright with his fingers still anchored deep in her bottom hole. She shook as she fell apart, and he cradled her close, murmuring in her ear.

She stayed limp as she heard the shower turn off, as she was wrapped in a towel and laid on the bed. A deep aching tiredness settled over her, and she barely noticed when her eyes closed.

Derek washed his hands, glancing back at his sleeping sub. He'd been hard on her today. He wasn't typically a demanding dom, requiring only respect and honesty from his playmates. But with her, it was like his dominance went to a whole new level. It was a good thing that she seemed to respond to it, for he seemed to have little control over this new pressure.

He shuddered as he remembered her pleas only a few minutes ago, the shuddering intensity of her orgasm. He had cum just watching her, though he hoped the hot water of the shower had kept her from noticing that fact. Going into that shower, Derek had had no intention of taking things as far as they did. He glanced at the clock with a wry grin. They were going to be very late for the Club.

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Huh. That's probably too creepy, but I'm running out of funny ways to prompt you guys, so cut me a little slack lol