Page 19 of Deviant Secrets

My bottom lip quivered. “No.”

He took the delicate skin between his teeth and I arched my back against him. Feeling the scalding hot water fall down his chest in a stream, and I felt bad he had to endure that.

He chuckled. “Probably a good idea.”

I waited with bated breath for his next move, but he only grabbed the washcloth from my hand and ran the soapy object down my arms and across my abdomen. Gentle but firm, and I shuddered against him. Squeezing my breasts, his soapy fingers ran the cloth over my nipples and my breath hitched.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commanded, but it still came as a quiet order.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Just shut up and let me take care of you.”

Resting against the wall, I held back a moan as he knelt to the ground and took a hold of my calf, grazing the soapy cloth along every dip and curve. It burned a bit from the cuts I’d gathered, and my body tensed under his touch.

“I’m sorry.” I could feel him studying me. Washing in slow circles like he was washing his car. “We were too rough.”

My hand moved to his shoulder and squeezed. “I can handle it. I’m pretty resilient.”

This was intimacy in a whole different form. Something I wasn’t used to. It felt just as satisfying when compared with the rough play, and I wanted to return the favor. To make him feel desired, as I did.

“Can I touch you?” In the heat of the moment I dug down deep and found the courage to try and take some control.

Surprisingly, he obliged. The soapy cloth found it’s way into my hand and I involuntarily squeezed it out as he stood.

“You can. It’s just us now.” He leaned down, capturing my lips in his. It took me by surprise, but quickly I melted into him.

It was gentle and his lips were soft, a spark igniting as our mouths moved in sync. My tongue swiped across his bottom lip, and he smiled into the kiss. His hand found the back of my neck, pulling me in closer. Relishing any private intimacy he could get before he had to share again.

My hand moved down his chest and across his hip, resting there, noticing a few raised scars along the way. He hissed as my soapy hand grasped his cock and I ran my hand across it tenderly.

“Don’t worry, I won’t get soap anywhere it would burn,” I smiled.

We laughed together and I remembered what the night consisted of. My face morphed into a pout. How could I feel thisfluttering in my chest with someone I couldn’t see? The cloth caressed his body, and the water washed it away in a steady waterfall.

The steam billowed around us, and the energy of the room shifted as he held me close. It was almost familiar. The door creaked open, ruining the intimate moment.

“Don’t keep me waiting.” His tone was playful and almost mocking as he sang out. “My dick is already hard again.”

We pulled away and my hand felt the gruff features of his face. The rough stubble tickled his jawline and over his chin, creeping softly along his cheeks. I needed to see him and hastily reached for the fabric, trying to rip it off when he grabbed my wrist in mid-air.

“I said no. Don’t make me tell you again.”

The water shut off and I swallowed back the hurt. Lightly pushing me out, I shivered as the heat evaporated from my body.

Disappointed when he spoke, I ripped the towel from his hand, feeling the soft cotton against me. He had the mask back on and his voice distorted.

“Third door on the left. Don’t keep us waiting.” He raised the cotton over my eyes, removed the wet fabric, and let it fall to the floor.

I placed my hands against my hips and tapped my foot on the wet floor anxiously. He sounded as frustrated as I felt. Scoffing as he closed the door softly behind him.

“Your stupid voice thing got wet! It glitched out.” I spit into the now empty bathroom.

Wait, third door. That’s my father’s office.My head spun and the confusion was evident on my face as I watched my reflection in the mirror.

“What the hell was that?”

King