Domination

Domination
She turned her back to him as a smile stretched her lips. 

The mission was over, but maybe they would never stop playing this seduction game to see who dominated whom.

These thoughts were barely completed in her mind when she felt the heat of his skin against her back, his stiff cck pressed against her butt. 

But his hands were still not touching her.

She bit her bottom lip now, cocking her head to the side, reminding herself of self-control.

If he could do it, she could do it too.

In this battle of wills, she was not going to cave in first.

And suddenly his fingers were around her nipples from behind. 

The action so sudden her eyes closed, and her body jerked forward. But he made no move to support her body or hold her to himself, so she had to firmly plant her feet on the wet bathroom floor to remain standing.

“Mhmm.” She hummed under her breath when his fingers went round and round slowly, making her nipples harder than they already were, and suddenly he was twiddling and tugging and kneading against the sides of his knuckles.

“Cal.” She gasped, her legs subconsciously parting at the sudden intensity and pressure.

“Yes,” his whisper came out, sounding like a triumphant cheer, but he did not stop, and it seemed he was whipping her sexual desire till it went feral. 

She began to rub up on him where he stood behind her, desperate to feel him inside her, but he did not give her that pleasure.

His fingers just continued moving, tugging, twiddling, alternating between a caress and a squeeze in a rhythmic, jerking motion that sent her crazy.

“Cal!” She moaned his name loudly, desperate for him to stop already, and he stopped suddenly. 

Her eyes snapped open, and she turned around to stare at him, surprised.

Was this his punishment for her then? 

Is this how he planned to let out his hurt, tease her body till she went crazy? 

But he was not even looking at her now as he began to lather a loofah with bath gel.

“We have to keep that beautiful skin of yours silky,” he said, bringing the loofah under the stream of water to dampen it.

“Cal.”

“Yes, darling.”

“What are you doing?”

“Amusing you.” He met her eyes, and she gasped. 

He was not even denying it. That was it then? He would keep her waiting, on the edge, because she had spent the whole night cuddling with Nova.

“I was not amused at your having to wait,” She said, and even as she said that, she felt the first bubble of laughter in her throat. 

What the hell was wrong with her?

Why the hell was this so funny? 

He was watching her now and she knew there was nothing she could tell him now, but she spoke still, “It’s the situation that was funny.”

He was still staring directly in her eyes as he finally placed the loofah on her shoulder, and began to run it down the length of her arm. 

“That’s why we have to keep you amused.”

“Cal.” She groaned now in frustration.

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“Stop with all this.” She stepped back, rolling her eyes with a slight frown.

“The earlier we are done with this shower, the faster you can get in that bed.”

She let out an exasperated sigh, and raised her hands up, and he began to wash her body. 

But damn, did he take his sweet time?

“Do you typically take this long to shower,” she groaned, looking down at him, frustrated and teased beyond reason as the loofah in his hand ran back and forth over her pssy lips, 

again,

and again. 

He looked up at her now, and smiled. “Goddesses clean differently.” 

“Don’t butter me up.”

“Yes, I'm saving that for later,” and he stood up, his finger slipping beneath the loof to sink inside her. 

She gasped, and he covered her lips with his as that lone finger moved, cleaning, but at the same time turning her brain to mush.

She wove her arms around his neck, pulling his lips down onto hers even more, happy to finally be able to hold him again, grinding down on that lone finger, gasping every time it vibrated in her.

He stepped back, and she sighed in annoyance, “How long will this go on for?”

“Feel clean enough?” He smiled as he pulled his finger out of her.

“Anyone ever told you how much of a jerk you are?” She asked, and he was smiling even wider now.

“Yes. But she is dead now.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Hardly.” He closed the distance between them, his body against hers, but his hands remained decidedly by his side, away from her.

“Is this how you killed her?”

And he threw his head back to laugh now, “Man, would she have loved it?” 

He moved his head forward again, a tinge of sadness smearing his smile now as he brought his face close and leaned his forehead against hers.

“Don’t butter me up, Myra,” He said softly now, using her own words as he stared in her eyes. “I have plans for you.”

“What plans?” She whispered, bringing her hand up behind him to sink in his hair. 

His torment was slowly beginning to send her into a pitch of fever.

“Myra.” He groaned, closing his eyes as her fingers caressed his neck, up into his hair, massaging. 

Her lips parted a little, exhaling at how hot the sight was. The sight of him, so badly affected by her touch.

And then he was gone, having pulled away. 

He began to walk out of the bathroom, and she frowned at his retreating back but went out with him.

She stopped short in the bedroom, staring at the bed in disbelief. “What is this?” her eyes widened a little.

“You know what these are,” he chuckled and turned to look at her, his eyes suddenly a little uncertain.

“Of course, I recognise a vibrator and cuffs and..” She paused, “Butt plugs?” 

She was smiling at him now, her jaw hanging in disbelief. “Do I even know you, Cal?

“You will.” He smiled, and then he walked towards the bed, picked up a bottle of oil and began to walk back towards her.

Her jaw dropped even lower, “You are not going to fck me in my butt.”

He stopped, his eyes squinting, and then he bent over and began to laugh. 

Now he was the one amused at her expense. She should punish him for being amused. Let’s see how he liked that.

He shook his head, finally straightening up. “Not today at least.” He walked up to her, and stopped.

Her eyes dropped to the bottle of body oil still in his hand.

“Then what is this for?”

“Don’t you moisturize after bathing, Miss Shaw?” He gave her a teasing smile.