Water play

He pulled me by the hand. I winced at this treatment with the dildo, the plug, and then he hadn't spared me. We were going into the shower.

• Wash me, he ordered.

Under the hot spray of the shower, his hands gripped the back of my neck, forcing me to my knees, the water trickling down my scarred shoulders. "Wash. Everywhere." His raspy voice rose above the patter of the water as my trembling fingers glided over his muscular torso, soaping every scar, every tense muscle.

He was a handsome man, and my body approved of his rising arousal. I took some soap in my hands and began to spread it sensually and gently over his body.

My fingers slid slowly over his pecs, the soap foaming between our fears under the hot spray. I felt every muscle tense under my touch, his chest rising and falling in time with his deep breathing. As my hands moved down to his stomach, his fingers tightened in my hair, forcing me to look up into his dark gaze.

"Lower," he ordered hoarsely, "with your tongue, then the soap."

I began to wash his feet. I felt a little revulsion, but couldn't an object like me do anything but obey its master? I stuck out my tongue and began to lick his toes.

• Apply yourself.

I complied without a murmur, my tongue tracing slow circles between his toes as the soap slid beneath my trembling fingers. The scalding water trickled down my back, mixing with the sweat that beaded on the nape of my neck under his grip.

"Slower." His voice made the humid air vibrate, his fingers digging deeper into my hair to regulate my rhythm.

Although a little disgusted, I felt myself growing more and more aroused. His smell, his taste, was so, so... almost regretfully, when I ran my tongue all over and under his feet, which he lifted as needed, I rubbed the soap in before moving back up, licking diligently.

His fingers tightened in my red hair as my tongue reached his ankle, trailing up his taut calf. The salty taste of his skin mingled with the fragrant soap, every part of him dominating my senses. "Go on." The command fell like a whiplash as my lips brushed the inside of his knee, my hands lathering the back of his hardened thighs.

I moved up to his buttocks, which were so pleasant to lick, his anus.

• I didn't have time to wash after using the toilet. Use your fingers and tongue. I want it perfectly clean. I don't like feeling dirty there, and don't hesitate to go deep.

I had a moment of disgust and recoil.

• Don't make me repeat myself.

I gritted my teeth, my hesitant tongue first grazing the taut skin of her crotch before moving up to the forbidden hollow. The musky scent invaded my nostrils as my trembling fingers spread her buttocks, revealing the still-damp dark ring. A hoarse moan escaped her throat as my flat tongue traced the first tentative circle around the rim, the sharp, salty taste exploding on my taste buds.

• Deeper and swallow.

Distraught, I couldn't help it. My fingers and tongue became exploratory, bringing back his excretions, complying to the letter with his instructions despite the revulsion it provoked in me.

• Hmm, yes, that's good, keep going. I don't want to feel the slightest trace. From now on, you'll do it every time I go to the bathroom. It's better than the Japanese method.

My fingers sank deeper, my tongue following every fold with **** precision, while the acrid taste filled my mouth. A shiver ran through me when he arched his back slightly, pushing his body against my face. "Swallow it all," he growled, one hand holding the back of my neck in place while the other roughly pulled my hair to keep me from pulling away.

When I finished, he ordered me to rinse myself with mouthwash before continuing and pointing at his testicles.

• Continue

My lips trembled as I brushed against his hard testicles, my tongue tracing slow circles over the sensitive skin, tasting the salt of his sweat mingled with the soap. The hot water flowed between us as he arched his hips slightly, a low groan escaping his throat. "Firmer." His hand dug into my hair, guiding each movement with imperious pressure.

I took his balls in my mouth and began to lick them. He moaned with satisfaction. I must admit that I, too, enjoyed seeing him so satisfied. I redoubled my efforts, then began licking his cock, careful not to miss a single inch.

His fingers dug into my hair as my tongue enveloped the base of his hardened member, moving with calculated slowness towards the glistening head. Water trickled between our bodies, creating foamy rivulets along his tense muscles.

• Take it in your mouth, he growled, arching his back, his musky scent dominating the humid shower air.

My lips closed around him with trembling submission, every millimeter of salty skin nestling against my tongue.

I accompanied his moans of delight with my own greedy ones, gripping my hair as he made it clear I should begin moving my mouth back and forth along his shaft.

My lips obeyed, sliding slowly along his member with calculated pressure, each descent deeper than the last. A trickle of saliva mingled with the warm water running down my cheeks, while my tongue traced voracious circles under his head with each upward stroke. His fingers dug more roughly into my hair, imposing a jerky rhythm that made me ****.

"Faster." His voice was a blade in the steamy air.

I was trying hard to satisfy him, after all, that was the purpose he had created me for, but I admit I was having trouble taking him so deeply at this pace. My throat was starting to feel it. I couldn't wait for him to spill inside me, even if semen wasn't my favorite drink.

His hand slammed down on the back of my neck, pushing me deeper, until my throat violently contracted around him. Tears stung my eyes, mingling with the scalding water streaming down my face. "Don't stop." His voice was a harsh growl, cutting off any attempt to back away.

I was on the verge of vomiting when he finally tensed up and I felt a hot liquid spill into my mouth. My throat tightened reflexively, but his fingers clamped down on the back of my neck, preventing me from pulling back even a millimeter. The acrid, salty taste filled every corner of my mouth, and I had to fight back a gag as he emptied himself inside me, his trembling hips pressed against my face.

"Swallow."

I had absolute difficulty swallowing it all, but I finally managed. He kissed me passionately, my breath caught.

"Finish washing me."

His fingers slid along my trembling jaw, tracing hot lines on my still-drippy skin. The water continued to cascade between us, but his gaze never left mine, dark and satisfied. A cruel smile stretched his lips as he watched my still-open mouth, my tongue nervously running over my lips to chase away the last traces of him.

I took more shower gel and ran it sensually along his arousing curves. He was a handsome man, even with white hair. He was a handsome man in his thirties, and a genius to boot, despite his perversion—clearly everything that could attract me.

As I finished washing him, I was about to step out to hand him a towel when he held me back, pinning me against the shower wall.

• You're forgetting your reward.

Before I knew it, his penis penetrated my vagina, a brutal burn that drew a muffled cry from my lips. My nails dug into his shoulders, desperately searching for a foothold as he crushed me against the cold wall of the shower. The water continued to flow, trickling over our entwined bodies, mingling our panting breaths with the patter of the drops on the tiles.

It felt so good, I could feel it inside me; my hips began to buck around the pole that was penetrating me so deeply. He began to move back and forth with a ****. I loved it all the more as I saw his gaze filled with wild desire.

I felt his hands grip my hips with a ferocity that made a hoarse moan burst from my throat. Each thrust of his pelvis pinned me against the wall, the icy ceramic biting my skin while the heat of his body enveloped me like a furnace. The water seeped between us, transforming each movement into an obscene slide, his length tearing into me with torturous precision.

He was so deep inside me, I was breathless, panting in shock from this pleasurable yet brutal ****. I was no longer in control of my body, so wrecked by his thrusts that I could barely touch the shower tray with my feet.

His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, marking my skin with their imprints as he quickened his pace, each thrust more violent than the last. My back scraped against the wall, the sharp pain of the tiles mingling with the burning pleasure rising within me, uncontrollable.

I clung to him, my legs wrapped around his waist as if my life depended on it, my cries muffled by the sound of the water and our ragged gasps, gravity pushing me ever further onto his penis. It was too much. How could anyone provoke such sexual urges? Had he programmed these reactions? I didn't care; the result was phenomenal. When he came inside me, my orgasm was incredible, a magnified reflection of his pleasure.

We stayed for a moment to compose ourselves. I went out with him and focused on wiping him with all my skill to satisfy him, then dressing him.

• I'll work on not attracting attention, but I advise you not to pleasure yourself. I'll know. You have sensors that will tell me. See you tonight.

Without another word I was alone in a gigantic dwelling like a utilitarian object that serves and must be content with its cupboard, certainly large but without further consideration, I felt a strange sadness for an artificial creature.