Chapter 27: KINKY SHOWER
Arianna
I seized the opportunity, turning away to step into the shower. I adjusted the jets, cranking the temperature high enough to be almost scalding, a deliberate act of self-flagellation. I needed the pain, the sharp sting, to ground me, to remind me of where I was, of what I was doing.
But my eyes betrayed me. They turned, drawn by an invisible force, to watch Vincent as he removed the last garment from his body. He was magnificent. Perfect abs rippled with suppressed power, thick thighs hinted at the strength he possessed, and every inch of him was bare, a canvas of tattoos that swirled and shifted with the play of light. And then there was his cock, the same cock that had been inside me not long ago, now standing proud and erect, a blatant display of his desire.
Fuck.
The air seemed to thicken, the steam suddenly oppressive. His eyes caught me staring, shameless in my appraisal, and a slow, knowing smile curled his lips. He knew the effect he had on me, and he reveled in it.
He stepped inside the shower, closing the glass door with a soft click that echoed in my ears. The steam enveloped us, a swirling cloud that blurred the edges of reality. He reached for me, grabbing my hips and pulling me flush against him. And when I felt his cock pressing between us, hard and insistent, I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips.
“Careful, baby. I don’t want to break you on the first day I get inside that tight pussy. She is still bleeding,” he murmured in my ear, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He gathered the evidence with his fingertips, his touch both gentle and possessive as they glided against my folds. He showed me the stickiness of our juices, the faint trace of blood, a testament to our brutal encounter.
Somehow, the sight was both appalling and arousing. Shame warred with a strange, dark thrill.
“Can I have a little taste then?” The words were out before I could stop them, a reckless invitation. I blinked up at him, trying to appear innocent, but the heat in my eyes betrayed me. My hand moved, slowly, deliberately, to wrap around his girth. It was so big, so thick, that I couldn’t even encompass it fully.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, his breath catching in his throat. Then he took my throat in a tight hold, his fingers digging into my skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me of his control. “Get on your knees then. Show me how good you can be to Daddy.”
The words jolted through me, lighting my soul and body on fire. Daddy. The word was loaded with implications, with power, with a promise of something forbidden. But instead of recoiling, I felt a surge of excitement, a desperate need to submit.
I grinned, a slow, wicked curve of my lips. “Kinky.”
Vincent growled, a low, guttural sound that vibrated against my skin. He guided me by the throat, his grip firm but not painful, forcing me down onto my knees. He pushed me down further, until his pulsing cock was directly in front of my face, touching my cheek for a fleeting second. My eyes were fixated on it, as if I were seeing it for the first time.
In a way, I was.
He took it in his hand, stroking it with a vigorous pace. Yanking my head up by my hair, he twisted the strands in a tight fist, tipping my chin up so I was forced to look him in the eyes. The golden streaks in his eyes were almost completely gone, swallowed by a deepening darkness that mirrored the turmoil within me.
“You want it?” He smirked, a predatory glint in his eyes, but I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, the rushed cadence of his breathing.
I could only nod, my lips parting in anticipation, a silent plea for him to slide his massive erection between them, to taste him, to feel his power. I wanted to experience what it was like to be one of the women in his books. Controlled. Dominated. Owned.
“Fuck. You on your knees…you look so pretty, baby. So mine,” he hissed, his voice thick with lust. He slapped the tip against my lips, and I immediately sought the taste with my tongue, a desperate, instinctive act.
His eyes hooded, his gaze intense, he slipped his fingers inside my mouth, pushing them past my lips, past my teeth, until they rested on my tongue. “Suck them,” he commanded, his voice a rough rasp.
I obeyed instantly, licking all of our cum and the lingering trace of my virgin blood that was still clinging to his fingers. The sight and the act should have repulsed me, should have filled me with disgust. But I was long past that. My cravings were as carnal as his, as dark and twisted.
Pulling his fingers from my mouth, he forced my jaw open, his grip surprisingly strong. He positioned his cock against my tongue, the smooth, hard head pressing against my sensitive flesh.
A beat passed, our gazes locked, and something in my pleading eyes seemed to loosen his control. He growled, a primal sound that resonated deep within my bones, and he shoved his length deep inside my mouth until I gagged, unprepared for the force of his thrust.
“Open wider. Don’t bite, just suck and lick the head. Fuck, you’re beautiful with my cock inside your pretty mouth. Those lips wrapped around me…god,” he urged, pushing himself impossibly far, until I felt like I was choking. I struggled to keep my gag reflexes under control, but it was hard, almost impossible, when that massive size just kept coming in and out, almost to the point where it was hard to breathe through my nose, my eyes starting to tear up.
“Just like that, beautiful. Just like that,” he whispered with a groan, his voice thick with pleasure. His head dropped back, his muscles straining, as he gripped my hair harder. The pressure on my scalp was almost painful, but I kept sucking him, my tongue swirling around him like I would suck a delicious candy.
When he started moving faster, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding, and he growled again, pulling himself almost completely out and then plunging back in to punish me, I followed obediently, my body responding to his every command.