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To illustrate the point, she drew thestream of water down, between her breasts.
My pulse throbbed against myhand.
“I have some rules, then,”I warned her. She lifted an eyebrow to indicate she was listeningbefore I went on. “Once we start, neither of us stop until we’reboth done.”
“Oh no,” she said in abreathy, put-on voice. “Whatever will I do with all thoseorgasms?”
“I’ve been drinking... itmight take a while.” It wouldn’t. Holy fuck, it wouldn’t. Thethought of being the focus of her attention, letting her see such aprivate act, while she got herself off to it? That was enough tomake me want to come so badly my willpower almost hurt.
“I’ll suffer,” she said witha shrug. “Unless... you’re scared.”
“Is that a dare?”
She shrugged again andsmiled.
“Fine.” I nodded toward theshowerhead in her hand. “Then get to it.”
The thing was, I knew I hadan advantage. Every person with a clit that I’d ever been with hadviewed water pressure as an essential tool for quick orgasms. Itwas second only to the Hitachi Magic Wand in terms of tormentpotential. Charlotte had to know that. It would take only secondsand she’d be regretting her choice.
I almost groaned at thethought.
I stroked myself slowly, my gazetrained on her thighs as she parted them. When my eyes darted toher face, her attention was firmly focused on my dick in my hand,her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“I don’t like dares,” Iwarned her. “If you were my sub, I wouldn’t let you talk to me likethat.”
“Your sub?” She soundedshocked. “You do that stuff?”
“With the right partners, Ido.” My hand found a too familiar rhythm. I had to back off or riskcoming embarrassingly soon. “I love to have that control oversomeone. I like the trust they have in me. I like it when they letgo.”
She adjusted the spray to a pulsatingjet and brought the showerhead between her legs, spreading herlabia with two fingers. A little gasp escaped her.
“I like knowing that they’reexperiencing the type of pleasure they can only get from myinstructions. From what I do to them,” I went on, my breathingspeeding up with the pumping of my fist. “Completely breaking themdown to a creature who wants only to fulfill my desires, while myonly desire is to bring them to a space of utter bliss.”
Her head dropped back and she moaned;even from feet away, I saw the muscles in her thighsshake.
That was one.
Oh, she was in trouble.
She started to move her hand away and Iinterrupted her. “No, no. Rules are rules. You keep that rightthere.”
A tiny squeak burst from her mouth, butshe set her jaw and left the showerhead right where itwas.
“Is it torture?” I asked.“Keeping that trained on your clit, unable to escape thesensation?”
She whimpered.
“Answer me?” It was aquestion, not a command.
But she obeyed, nodding with a “Yes.Oh, god!”
“Have you ever tried before?For multiples?” I knew she’d had more than one orgasm with me thefirst time, but that was so much different. “Not just more thanone, but a continuous series that goes on and on, into anever-ending cycle of pleasure?”
“I’ve tried,” she panted.Her feet rolled up, until only her toes touched the tile. Her hipsrocked and her mouth opened in a noiseless moan.
“Don’t move it away,” Iinstructed her. “No matter how much your every nerve screams at youto back off. Keep it going.”
There was nothing silent about her now.She clung to the bench with one hand, rocking her hips and makinglittle bursts of senseless sound that rose in tone and frequency.Her legs spasmed and she cried out.