Page 68 of The Fox
His presence is a command my body refuses to ignore. Firm hands find my shoulders, plush lips leaving gentle kisses along my spine. His fingertips dig into my shoulders, grounding me and keeping me present. It has been a long couple of days. Between figuring out the logistics of this meeting with Medina and making sure my bookkeeping is in line, I have been moving non-stop.
“I thought you had a meeting.” I whisper, relishing the feeling of simply existing. The water from the showerhead runs in rivets along my skin, dipping into the crevices and crannies of my body. His muscular body is brushing my body now, and I can feel his erection pressing against the small of my back. Rhodes places more kisses softly along my spine before his tongue runs its way back up the ridges. His hair is loose, the ends dancing along my skin.
“I did, but when I popped into The Morning Medusa, Parker mentioned you were home. I couldn’t miss seeing you.”
I move to condition my hair, finding his hands already there. Rhodes takes over, the massaging of my scalp is a guilty pleasure and one he knows far too well. A moan slips from my lips as he works, my body wanting nothing more than to melt into a puddle on the shower floor. It has been too long since I have slowed down. Too long since I have let Rhodes take control.
“You’ve been stressed, baby.” I sigh, acknowledging him. I have been stressed, but I feel like that is my baseline state, It isn’t going to change anytime soon. Keeping a tight grasp on the Underworld while also maintaining decorum is becoming increasingly difficult.
“Let me take care of you, Amelia.” He increases the pressure of his hands, letting them wander until reaching the base of my skull. He tugs, pulling my head back against his chest, forcing my eyes up to meet his. A hand snakes around my midsection, anchoring me further to him.
“Okay.”
He murmurs his approval, hands leaving my head, running down my back until a slap hits my left butt cheek. “Trust me?” It isn’t the first time Rhodes has spanked me during sex, and I enjoy it, surprisingly. I know that the second I utter the words red or stop, he will. I maintain control, even when I am at his will.
“Always.”
“Hands on the wall and spread.”
I reach for the tiled wall in front of me, bending forward slightly, my hands flattening. I feel his foot between mine, ensuring I spread my legs far enough. Excitement and desire coil low in my belly.
“Arch that back,kochanie. Let me see what is mine.”
I push my hips out toward him, eager for his praise. I look over my shoulder as he steps back, thumb brushing his bottom lip in a hypnotic way. His biceps bulge, flexing against his skin and his cock is at full attention. He is a fallen god carved from marble, a specimen the muses only dreamt of. Beaded water droplets pepper his tanned skin, the blue of Rhodes’ eyes hidden under long eyelashes.
“Have you been taking care of yourself?” The question is a mere whisper and my nipples harden at the deepening of Rhodes’ voice. He knows the answer and is asking anyway. His gaze lifts to my face and there is a dare hinted in his eyes, the blue orbs sparkling.
“I tried.” I didn’t. I barely even ate the last few days. There was not any semblance of care. This is my first true shower in two days.He moves his right hand up my thigh, grazing that aching spot between them before cupping me.Gods.His other hand, finding my throat, wrapping around the column of it.
“Did you? Because I don’t recall seeing you eat breakfast this morning as you ran out the door.” His middle finger slips inside the lips of my pussy, and it takes everything in me to not rock my hips. I am exposed and Rhodes is playing my body like the finest piano ever made.
“Ro.”
“Did. You. Take. Care. Of. Yourself. Amelia?” A second finger enters and then he yanks his right hand from me. The pressure of his hand around the base of my throat increases before I feel cool air against the heat of my sex.Slap.His palm meets my pussy, heat radiating as he brings his hand back down. I gasp, the water droplets collected on my skin adding a new layer of pain. This is the first time he has spanked me this way, and I know others would say that I should utter a safeword. But this isn’t a boundary for me. This is us, exploring something new, together. The pain is sharper, bringing a new clarity with it.
Slap.
The way his hand makes contact makes the deepest parts of my core begin to heat.
Slap.
I shift my hips, the warmth now making my pussy drenched, and I want nothing buthim.I widen my stance, pushing my hips back, so I am fully presented to Rhodes.
Slap.
“No, I didn’t.”
“I know,kochanie. I need you to take care of yourself, do you understand?”
A final slap rings across the shower and I am a live wire.
“Yes. I understand.”
I will fall to my knees and beg. Whatever Rhodes wants of me, he will have.
He thrusts his erection into me, bottoming out in a single stroke.Fuck yes.I explode around him. One hand leaves the tile, and the only thing keeping me upright is Rhodes. I curl around his forearm, not caring about my stomach. He anchors us, bearing our weight with a hand planted on the shower tile above my head.
“Give me another, Amelia.”