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Amelia---Ask and You Shall Recieve

I feel him before I see him.

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 but him. 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.”

Rhodes hasn’t let up, his pacing still relentless. His cock is deep inside me, nailing my G-spot with every snap of his hips. As much as this is a resetting of mindset, it is also a soft reminder of the way I need to take care of myself. I am being punished in the most delicious way.

The orgasm Rhodes demands starts small, cresting over my spine like a wave building. “Come on, baby. Give it up.” The hand on my hip grips it tightly and I shatter. I feel a gush of fluid on my thighs and Rhodes’ hips move frantically, seeking his own release. I have never been so thankful to be in the shower.

“Good girl,” he grunts out before stilling, his hips pushed against my ass and holding me to him. My breath is fast and my mind is empty. Being able to slip into this state of mind where I am nothing more than the woman loved by Rhodes Alexander is my favorite place. He supersedes my home, surpasses Parker’s coffee on a rainy day. I hear the shower click off and a warm towel is draped across my shoulders, the warmth telling me that the fluffy cotton was in the dryer previously.

Rhodes wraps me like the snuggest burrito before snagging a shirt from the basket next to my shower. I keep old t-shirts to wrap my hair in after wash day so the fabric doesn’t cause breakage as my tresses dry. He motions for me to bend over, and I feel him running my leave in and styling cremes into my waves before his hands attempt a pineapple wrap. I laugh, feeling my breathing slow down, and after he secures the wrap, I flip my head back over to find him considering me.

“Better?”

Pursing my lips, I hum and nod my head. This towel is really warm. Can I make it to the kitchen for a snack? I take one step forward before Rhodes places his broad hands on my shoulders, and I know that I have to verbalize an answer. “Yes, I am better. Thank you, Ro.” The tightness in his face I hadn’t noticed previously lessens.

“Good. I know that you’ve had a lot on your plate lately, Amelia. I just need you to ask for help, alright?”

This isn’t a new conversation for us. Rhodes was incredibly understanding when I explained that I’ve never been one to ask for help because the one time I did, I was ignored and then subsequently punished. I’ve been operating alone for so long that having someone like Rhodes is foreign to my very existence.

“Or I can just follow you. I don’t mind looking at that fine ass all day.” I glance up and find him smiling.

“I’ll ask for help, Rhodes.”

He takes one step closer to me, running his finger down the bridge of my nose before booping the tip. “Now that we’ve settled that and I have you soft again, do you want a snackie?” I chuckle at the way he has picked up how I refer to snacks when it is just Lennon and I in the room. I’m constantly asking Lennon if he wants snackies.

Snackies are life and I adore them.

“Please.” Rhodes starts to walk toward our room, pausing in the doorframe and turning back to me, his towel low on those hips. Maybe it’ll slip. Gods, let it slip.

“Look at you, asking for what you need. You even said ‘please.’” A hint of that Cheshire grin is at the corner of his lips. “Such a good girl.”

I playfully stomp toward him, snaking one hand out from my towel to grab his, but Rhodes anticipates my movement and runs away. When I finally reach him, he’s put on grey sweatshorts and is barechested. Rhodes leaves his hair free and in his hands is a giant shirt. I know it’s for me, and I also know that he’s likely recently worn it, just so his scent will be embedded within the material.

Odds are, he’s also washed it several times, ensuring that I will be wrapped in a little piece of him. I drop the towel from my body, unashamed of it. Rhodes’ gaze heats and I see his cock twitch, a slow smirk plays on my lips. I stalk toward him, putting an extra sway into my hips before placing a hand on his chest, running my touch down until I toy with the waistband.

“What was that about a snack?”