To a steamy shower

You both stand under a hot stream of water that cascades down over your bodies, Stacey's hands moving over your chest, erasing the words she wrote across your chest. "So you think it was the marker written on my arm that made me write this?" She says glancing up at you.

"Not MADE you babe...…..I think it just allowed you to think it was ok in someway. Like maybe you could talk me around to it afterwards, or that I had some kind of hidden desire to do that that I was repressing, or maybe its just 'how do you know you don't like it if you haven't tried it'" you reply watching her scrub off the last word and moving her hand down to start on your stomach.

"Did you?" She asks quickly. "Like it, I mean" she adds, looking up at you hesitantly. You just stare back at her your mind searching for a response to her sudden question. "Cause you were really into it, and it was SO FUCKING hot babe".

"I....wel…...may....I don't know Stacey" you finally stammer out, stepping back in the shower to lean against the wall. "The feelings I got when I did it where good, like butterflies in your stomach good, and I can remember the taste being out of this world, like, nothing would ever beat it. But there was something else too, and I just can't quite explain it right. It's kinda like that nagging feeling when your unsure about something you know, like, 'did I remember to lock the front door?', or 'pay that bill on time?' feeling." you finish looking at Stacey. "Do you get what I mean?"

"The something is wrong feeling, you mean?"

"That's probably the best way to put it." you say, nodding slightly at her. "What about you Stace?" you ask looking at her questioningly. "How would you say you felt after I turned you into my submissive ****."

Stacey steps forward and leans against you. "It felt...…." she pauses biting her bottom lip, tapping her fingers on your chest. "Right." She finishes, her right hand now travelling down your body. "When I looked at you, all I felt was a NEED to please you. Nothing else mattered, and my head was filled with all these thoughts about you, and what you could do to me." Her hand grips around your hardening cock and starts a slow stroke. You wince at her grip. "Everything was, as you said, 'butterflies in your stomach good'".

Her hand starts to pump your now hard cock a little faster and you release a soft moan. "So nothing at all felt weird at any point?" You ask, shutting your eyes and resting your head back against the shower wall.

"No, nothing felt wrong at any point. I felt like I was still me, but.....with a weight lifted off me. You know I like it when you take control in the bed babe, I feel comfortable with you"

Her words layer themselves into the theory that's been forming in your mind. She was ok with being controlled, she WAS submissive, and she enjoyed being that way. So her experience was ALL positive, because she was ok with being that way. You however, were NOT comfortable with tasting your own cum, but the experience still felt good, even though something about it felt wrong. Perhaps that feeling was your mind trying to stop you somehow, because deep down it was wrong to you, because it was **** maybe. You are suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure causing your thoughts to melt away.

"OOH FUCK" you spit as your cock is swallowed up in its entirety. You snap your head forward to see your girlfriend below you, her brow pushed hard into your stomach, her tongue lapping at your balls. You grab her head and pull her off you. She gasps for air and looks up at you.

"Please punish me Finn." Stacey gasps. "All this talk about what we did has got me really hot...….and I want to make it up to you for making you lick all your cum off me."

You lift Stacey to her feet and push her back against the shower wall. Your right hand now firmly gripping her throat, pinning her to the wall. "I've already had your mouth tonight....." you snarl at her, a little anger rising in you at her mention of what you did. Reaching down you lift her right leg and position your cock at the entrance to her pussy, looking into her eyes they are full to the brim a need. You push forward into the tight tunnel of your girlfriend, Stacey's eyes going wide with lust, a breath caught in her open mouth as you bottom out.

Squeezing her throat a little, you start to thrust into her, Stacey releasing a long moan as your pace increases rapidly to a hard pounding. You lock eyes with her, your face twisted in concentration as you saw in and out, her hand between you rubbing her clit. Stacey tries to speak but you just squeeze down on her throat to stop her. Your not going to last long, already you can feel your orgasm coming to a boil in your loins, that's definitely something you'll be using the marker for. With a grunt you tip over the point of no-return.

Gritting your teeth you bottom out and fire off inside Stacey, loosening your grip on her throat so you can hear her ragged moans. "Fuck Finn. Oh my god" she gasps, your body convulsing lost in orgasmic bliss. As your orgasm subsides, breathing hard, you pull out and step back under the hot stream of water, letting Stacey's leg drop. She's looking at you, her hand a blur over her mound. Some punishment this is.

An idea pops into your head. Reaching up you grab the shower nozzle and direct it over Stacey, and then stepping out of the shower you turn off the hot water and crank the cold. She Squeals and jumps in shock at the frigid blast assaulting her body. She bolts out of the shower and turns to look at me, a look of shock on her face. "Finn why did you do that?"

"That's a fitting punishment I think babe. No orgasms for you tonight" You say a big grin now plastered on your face. "Come on, it's time for bed".