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Eden

Boys are allowed to wreck their toys if it makes them hard.

He flicks on the water in the shower, and I stagger against the bathroom counter on shaky legs, still thrumming with pleasure and arousal and the throb of being well used.

God, how do they all wreck me so differently?

Dom doesn’t throw me around so that I’ll fight him, not like Jayk. He throws me around because he can, just so he can use me how he wants.

He made me come without even touching my clit.

In front of me, Dom pulls his shirt over his head in one smooth move, and his chest is a wide expanse of thick muscle and a dark dusting of hair that I want to bury my fingers in.

There are no apologies in his body. There’s no compromise or softening. He’s big and rawly masculine, slicked in sweat and rain from the fight and our fucking. My body is still aching from the uncompromising force of his pounding into me.

I’m not afraid of aches anymore.

I’m only afraid that he’ll stop touching me.

He kicks off his pants, and his thick thighs and his stirring cock are too vivid for the respectable beiges and pastels of the bathroom. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, my body vividly awake.

I’ve been having enough sex with the others enough to know how long it takes a man to recover—but whether out of deprivation or sheer force of will, my commander seems to be defying the rules tonight.

“Strip,” he demands, his eyes hot on my body.

“I—”

“Rule four, pet. You want to serve me? Shut your mouth and show me what color your nipples are. I need a reminder.”

He orders me with all the confidence of his military rank, but with enough filthy intent that I need to rub my cum-slick thighs together.

I can be quiet. I can remember his rules.

And if Dom wants to look at me, then I’ll show him anything he wants.

Five men are desperate for my body. My old insecurities don’t really have a place here anymore.

My hands trail up to the straps of my nightdress, and I slip them over my shoulders, my breaths embarrassingly loud in the silence.

It’s different, being so quiet.

Beau’s filthy roleplays beg for a partner. Lucky’s games mean laughter and teasing. Jayk usually has me shouting something at him between his snarks. Even Jasper delighted in teasing out humiliating replies and whispered confessions.

But I like this, too. Dom sharing my quiet.

His silent expectation wells between us.

While he watches, I catch my lower lip with my teeth, and as I slowly peel the silk dress from my body, I move my fingers through the cum between my legs.

I’ve been learning to talk in different ways, anyway.

Dom locks on my mouth, my thighs, then on my budded pink nipples.

His eyes darken. “Get in the shower, Eden.”

It’s not a question, so I don’t say anything, just slip over to the monolithic shower that takes up half the room. It’s a relief, really. I desperately need to get clean after the last few hours.

As I open the door to step inside, Dom watches me, his eyes lingering over my ass and the mess he made of me.

And his hand jerks along his stiff, swollen cock.

It distracts me enough that it’s not until I’m under the water that I realize it’s as cold as a hailstorm.

“Ah!” I yelp sharply, slamming myself against the tiled wall farthest from the spray.

No. No ! I am a trooper. I’m on board with quite a lot. At least one whole third of my limits list was dotted with big eager ticks, and a good many more willing to try s.

Not once did anyone say anything about needing to drown myself in a glacial waterfall !

Dom steps inside the shower, right under the icy stream, and the miserable man’s lips are tilted in glinting amusement.

“Suck it up, pet. It’s just water.”

Also not a question.

My fingers curl against the tile that isn’t much warmer than the water, and I war between wanting to continue and the fierce desire not to be cryopreserved before I get another orgasm.

Dom’s smile becomes dry, though his eyes are still trailing over my body. “Blame your boyfriend. This was his handiwork.”

I have multiple boyfriends, but funnily enough, I don’t need to ask who he means.

God damn it, Jayk. He’ll be the death of me.

Hesitantly, I step forward. Every drop is like the sting of an ice pellet.

Water sluices over Dom’s body, spraying off his wide shoulders and soaking through his hair. He soaps himself up with a netted sponge, and the suds drip down his body. Despite the cold, his cock demands attention.

Dom reaches out a hand.

Resigning myself, I take it.

A second later, he has me yanked against his body, and he’s dragging my face up to his. He kisses me hard. It’s hot and deep, as much of an invasion as the way he fucked me.

I stay still, though it’s a fight not to rub myself against him. I let him take my mouth the way he wants me. Press my stomach into his cock the way he wants me. He licks and sucks and takes from me until I’m shuddering.

He’s sizzling hot, and the frigid water bites everywhere he isn’t touching me. My nipples are hard and achingly sensitive, buried in his coarse chest hair, and he holds my face firmly in place as he sucks on my tongue.

Finally, he drops me, and I fall back against the glass wall, blinking against the spray, shivering fiercely from the cold and my desperate need for him to fuck me again. I want him to add to my aches.

I quake in the cold, but Dom’s golden, molten eyes pin me in place. “Hold still and let me touch you. You’re too dirty to be a good fuck toy for me yet.”

My head falls back against the glass as he pulls down another sponge, lathering it in soap before he skates it over my neck.

It’s a little coarse, enough to scrape along my skin as he works it over my chest and down my arms. Over my thighs and ass.

It makes me squirm when he drags it over my wrists and between my fingers, but he doesn’t stop, moving in ruthless efficiency. .. until he makes it to my breasts.

There, he makes a crude, hungry sound in the back of his throat, and his heavy cock bobs between us in silent demand.

Dom’s hands are rough over my breasts. Blocking most of the spray with his back, he lathers them until they’re slick and soapy, gripping them and pressing them together and scraping the sponge over my nipples over and over until my clit is throbbing and I’m choking back my pleas for him to just fuck me already.

But I stay quiet and leave my hands by my side, letting him ravage my breasts as he likes.

He finally shifts to the side, dropping the sponge, and the punishing cold spray against my skin rinses the soap away.

A moment later, he’s bending his head and biting over one breast, sucking it into his searing mouth.

His tongue laves against the tight, freezing nipple, before he sucks harder, his teeth digging into the tender flesh.

I sob, and my hands curl into fists against the glass behind me.

He ignores me, delivering the same treatment to my other breast with undisguised masculine relish. Feasting on me as I’m battered by the cold.

Bent over me, he spanks a hand under one nipple and water glances off it. “You have perfect breasts for fucking, pet. I like a slutty little librarian giving them up for me.”

The slap hurts, but I swallow the cry, aching at his words.

A flush slashes across Dom’s tight jaw as he watches it jiggle, and he fucks his hand with delicious purpose.

Desperately panting, I watch the head of his cock disappear into his heavy fist. I watch how he pumps himself and the milky drop that appears at the seam and then is wasted, washed away by the shower.

“Open your legs. You’re still too filthy for my cock.”

Swallowing hard, I spread my legs on the shower floor and cold water leaks between my toes. Between my legs, I’m scorching hot, dripping wet for reasons that have nothing to do with the shower.

The backs of his fingers touch my stomach, and I flinch as he drags them down to my pussy. They slip into me, holding me open, and I clench as he exposes my clit to the cold rain.

He grunts as cum squeezes out.

“So fucking filthy.”

He doesn’t even pretend to make it sound disapproving this time.

Dom drops to one knee, and all I can see is his dark, wet hair as his breath puffs over my clit. The shock of heat makes me flinch, and he brings an arm up between my legs, tipping my lower body into him until he has me pinned to the glass by my shoulders.

“Stay like that,” he orders.

It’s not a comfortable angle, and it makes freezing water pool along my body, trailing down to drip into my pussy, but he doesn’t pay it any mind. He brings his thumb up to press against my entrance, until more cum leaks out—and then he rubs it against my clit with a hard, punishing finger.

Pleasure slices through me, and I can’t strangle my cry this time. At the last moment, I only just turn it into a sobbing, breathless, “ Dom .”

He ignores me, and his thumb begins stroking all through my pussy, pushing the cold water through every fold and crevice. He works two wet fingers inside me, and it’s only then, as I fight not to squirm and fuck his hand that I realize he’s still cleaning me.

“ Dom . Sir ,” I moan again, the only words I’m allowed. The only words that are in my head except for please and some broken, hopeless prayers.

“Stop whimpering. I’ll use this fuck hole when I feel like putting my dick somewhere nice and wet. You squirming about it isn’t going to make any difference.” His voice has hints of its usual dryness, but it’s edged in a careless indifference that wrecks me.

His choice. His body. His hole.

I’m only here for him to play with.

His thumb moves to my clit, teasing the bud with the same ruthless efficiency. Cold water spills over my clit in a searing splash, and I jerk hard, sobbing as I come hard to his careless, cleaning rubs and his even more careless words.

I’m shaking, shuddering in reckless pleasure, and I can’t tell if it’s a reward for staying still or if he just doesn’t care so long as he can take what he wants from me.