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Without warning, his hand grips my thigh, fingers digging possessively into my flesh. I gasp as he slides his hand upward, parting my legs with confident ease. When his fingers finally brushed against my pussy lips, I let out a moan.

“So responsive,” he murmurs approvingly. “So fucking wet, and I’ve barely touched you.”

I should be mortified, but my body doesn’t care about common sense. All it knows is that his touch feels right in a way nothing ever has before.

His middle finger traces my entrance, gathering wetness before slowly pushing inside me. The invasion is so perfect that my eyes roll back, and my head falls against the edge of the tub.

“Oh God,” I moan, breathing harder as he works his finger deeper.

“You like that?” he asks, though it’s clear he knows the answer. “Want more?”

I nod frantically, gripping his broad shoulder through his now-damp blue dress shirt. He’s still fully clothed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, while I’m completely exposed to him.

The power imbalance only heightens my arousal.

“Yes, please, more,” I beg, past caring how desperate I sound.

He rewards me by adding a second finger, stretching me deliciously.

The fullness makes me think of his cock- the impressive outline I couldn’t help but notice in the car.

I imagine what it would feel like to have him inside me instead of his fingers, filling me, and the thought makes my eyes roll back.

“Very nice,” he encourages, curling his fingers to hit a spot inside me that makes my toes curl. “Take my fingers. Show me how that pretty pussy works.”

With his free hand, he begins circling my clit, the dual stimulation making me writhe in the water. I’m making embarrassing little whimpering sounds, but I can’t stop myself.

“It feels so good,” I moan. “Yes, like that.”

“I can smell how much you want this,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “Your honey scent is driving me fucking crazy. I’ve been able to smell you since you walked into that restaurant- sweetest little omega I’ve ever encountered.”

I’m confused by the term he calls me. Omega? But I’m way too horny to care right now. It must be a pet name he uses.

My body responds to his words as much as to his touch, my inner walls clenching around his pumping fingers. I’ve buried my face against his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent that’s also growing stronger.

None of this makes sense, but it makes me dizzy for him.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble against his skin, feeling his shirt growing damp beneath my hands and face.

“For what, sweetheart?” he asks, never slowing the rhythm of his fingers inside me.

“Your shirt... I’m getting it wet.”

He laughs, a deep rumbling sound that vibrates through me.

“The only wetness I care about is right here,” he says, pressing deeper into my pussy for emphasis. “This perfect cunt dripping all over my hand. That’s what matters to me.”

His thumb works faster over my clit while his fingers maintain a relentless pace inside me. He’s hitting places I didn’t even know existed, finding spots that make pleasure spike through every inch of my pussy.

“Oh god!”

“Such a good girl,” he praises, his lips against my ear. “Bet you’d take my cock even better, wouldn’t you? You want me to stretch this tight little pussy around my cock until you’re crying from how full you feel. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Kane,” I mumble, not caring about what he’s saying, but it’s only making the pressure build low in my belly, making my thighs shake.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Let go for me. Show me how gorgeous you look when you come all over my fingers.”

“I can’t,” I gasp, feeling my control slipping away, suddenly shy.

“You can and you will,” he commands. “Now, omega.”

The authority in his voice triggers something primal in me.

My entire body seizes as the orgasm crashes through me, more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Ahh!” I scream. “Oh, oh my god.”

Waves of pleasure radiate outward from where his fingers are buried inside me. My pussy convulses around him, trying to draw him deeper as stars explode behind my eyelids.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he growls, working me through it, not letting up until the last tremor has passed through my body.

As I slowly come back to myself, limp and panting, I realize what just happened. Opening my eyes, I see him watching me with a mixture of amusement and hunger that makes me blush furiously.

“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious.

“Nothing,” he says, smiling. “You’re gorgeous when you lose all control like that.”

I feel heat rising in my cheeks, embarrassed at how completely I lost control. Justin always made me feel ashamed of my pleasure on the rare occasions I managed to climax with him.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers from my body, careful to keep his hand above the water. I watch, entranced and mortified, as he brings his glistening fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply before putting them in his mouth.

His eyes close in obvious pleasure as he tastes me.

“Sweet as honey,” he murmurs. “Just as I knew you’d be.”

My eyes widen at his boldness, and I feel another surge of arousal despite just having climaxed.

“Feel better?” he asks, his voice gentler now but still edged with a dominant authority that makes my instincts sit up and beg.

“Yes,” I answer meekly, still riding the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Good,” he replies. “Now turn around. Let me wash your back.”

I comply oddly, in a way I’ve never done before. The sensation of his strong hands on my back is heavenly, his fingers digging into muscles I didn’t even realize were tense. He works his way methodically down my spine, occasionally scratching lightly with his nails, making me moan with contentment.

“Bend over for me,” he instructs when his hands reach the small of my back.

“What?” I twist to look at him over my shoulder, alarmed.

“I need to wash you properly,” he explains, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Unless you never wash your ass?”

The crude question makes me splutter. “Of course I do, but-”

“Then bend over,” he repeats, one eyebrow raised in challenge. Mortified yet unwilling to let him think I have poor hygiene, I slowly bend forward, bracing my hands against the edge of the tub .

His bare hand slides slowly down the cleft between my cheeks, and I can’t suppress a moan at the intimate contact.

“You’re moaning,” he murmurs appreciatively. “You like being touched here, don’t you?”

Before I can deny it, his fingers spread my cheeks apart, and I feel cool air on my most private opening. I try to clench up, but his touch is so sure, so confident, that my body betrays me and relaxes instead.

“Please just hurry up and wash it,” I gasp as he keeps my ass cheeks open.

“Look at this pretty little hole,” he says, his voice husky with desire. “Pink, tight, and perfect. Bet no one’s ever touched you here before, have they?”

I shake my head, unable to form words as his finger begins to circle my anus with gentle pressure.

“No,” I whisper, shocked but unable to bring myself to stand back up.

“An anal virgin,” he continues, increasing the pressure slightly. “This gorgeous ass deserves attention. Deserves to be played with, stretched, filled.”

His dirty talk makes my recently satisfied pussy throb again. Without conscious thought, my hand slides between my legs to touch my swollen clit.

“I need to do this,” I say, and he chuckles.

“I agree. Touch that pretty pussy while I play with your ass. Show me what a good girl you are.”

His finger moves faster now, circling my sphincter with maddening precision while I rub my clit, quickly building toward another orgasm. The dual sensations are overwhelming. The taboo pleasure of having my ass stimulated combined with the direct pleasure of my fingers on my clit.

“Oh god.”

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls. “Made to take pleasure, aren’t you? Made to be used in all your holes all at once. ”

“What?” I moan in shock, unable to fathom what he’s saying.

That’s not possible. But his words push me higher, my fingers moving frantically against my clit as he increases the pressure on my anus.

Just as I’m about to come, I feel a strange new sensation building- a pressure I’ve never experienced before in my ass.

“Something’s happening…” I gasp, unsure if I should be alarmed.

“Let it happen,” he commands. “Don’t fight it. Give in to what your body wants.”

The pressure builds until it’s almost uncomfortable, then suddenly releases in a warm gush that makes me cry out in shock. The warm liquid comes from my asshole, and I’m suddenly scared I pooped all over the shower floor.

But as I quickly look down, there’s nothing, and he pulls his fingers away to show me a clear, sticky liquid.

“What the hell just happened?” I pant, straightening up and turning to face him, mortified and confused.

He looks tremendously pleased with himself, a smug smile playing on his lips.

“Some special females have the ability to ejaculate from anal stimulation,” he explains. “It’s a natural lubricant that makes it easier to take a cock in your ass.”

I stare at him in disbelief. “I’ve never heard of that before.”

His smile widens. “It’s a rare gift- one that makes you even more special.”

I’m not entirely sure I believe him, but the pleasure is undeniable, and my body feels more relaxed than it has in years. Before I can question him further, he reaches for a nearby shower attachment and rinses me off with gentle efficiency.

When he’s finished, he helps me to my feet, my legs shaky, and wraps me in a large, fluffy towel. His eyes never leave mine as he gently pats me dry.

“Thank you,” I whisper, though I’m unsure what I’m thanking him for. The orgasms, the gentleness of his touch, or the shower itself.

He brushes a strand of wet hair from my face, his touch surprisingly tender.

“You will never feel abandoned ever again,” he promises, his words sending a jolt of anticipation through my entire body, knowing he means every word.