Sir lifts me and carries me to the bathroom. I love the feeling of being carried in his arms, he certainly seems to enjoy doing so. It makes me feel small and protected, cherished.
He sits me on the edge of the vanity and places a quick kiss on my forehead, before turning on the shower. Even in his Dominance he can be so gentle. I know it won't be long until his beast rears up from within him, and so I enjoy the sweet moment of reprieve. He sees my dorky grin and flashes me one of his panty-dropping smiles and a quick wink, before placing his warm hands at my waist and lifting me down to the floor. He holds his hand out for me, and escorts me ahead of him into the shower.
Before I know it, I'm pressed up against the wall, my ass pressed back towards him, and I can feel his shaved, throbbing cock resting between my thighs. He wraps my hair in his fist and spanks each of my ass cheeks. The wetness from the shower makes the impact more intense, and I cry out in pain/pleasure…he clamps his hand over my mouth to try to dampen the sound, but I'm way too far gone for that, and scream into his hand. My entire body shudders with the release of the endorphins that he draws from deep within me.
He quickly, mercilessly thrusts himself inside me from behind, but I'm already dripping wet, and it's not from the shower. I place my hands against the wall of the shower and push back into him, but he's too strong for me to do much - my breasts, my face, my pelvis are all squashed up hard against the wall, as he continues his relentless assault. He still has my hair wrapped around his hand, and he uses it to draw my head back against his shoulder, so that he can take my mouth. I whimper and moan as he tongue-fucks my mouth, and fuck if it isn't the hottest thing, my pussy is slick and I can feel the moisture from it on the insides of my thighs, as his massive cock spreads it from my inside out.
As quickly as he started, he pulls out and lets go of my hair, stepping backward under the water from the shower. I stay practically stuck to the fucking wall, my hands still holding me up as my brain tries to catch up, and I continue panting. I can hear Sir washing himself behind me, smell his soapy, masculine scent, and close my eyes to take it all in. He gently peels me from the wall and holds me against his delicious body, so that he can wash my hair, my breasts, my swollen pussy, and my legs. He licks me behind my ear and bites down on my earlobe, sending a wave of shivers up and down my body. He chuckles in my ear and turns my head to the side, so that he can kiss me passionately. He fucking knows exactly what I like and he doesn't hold back on any of that sexy kissing. Being a Dom doesn't mean you're a total heartless prick all the time after all 😉
He turns off the shower, and then, as we are both still dripping wet, he carries me back to the bed and drops me onto it…he stands at the corner, waiting for me to crawl to him. When I get into position, I do not make eye contact. I know he is waiting for me to submit, and so it isn't until he gently touches my elbow that I know that he wishes me to move to another position....
