Page 38 of Savage Don

“You don’t. Not if you want to uphold your end of our deal. And you do want to continue this little arrangement of ours, don’t you?”

“… Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Reaching through the steam, I grab a bottle of body wash and empty its contents onto my hands. First, I wash myself, giving Francesca some room to breathe as she stands like a fawn beneath the falling water.

But when I’m done with myself, I move over to her. My hands slick with gel, I start at her shoulders.

“Ray…” she winces, her immediate reaction being to pull away from my touch.

“Remember your place,” I whisper, putting my hands back on her. This time, her shoulders sink into my palms and I start to massage the gel over her wet body.

“Master,” she sighs, as I turn her around so that her back is facing me.

My hard cock twitches at the word. It sounds especially succulent coming from her plump lips. But I’m not ready to use her mouth yet. First, I want to explore her body. I want to touch her untouched skin. Wash away her purity. Corrupt her innocence.

“Do you like the way I touch you, kitten?” I ask, slowly moving towards her until the head of my throbbing cock presses against the small of her back.

“Yes,” she sighs.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, master.”

As a reward for her obedience, I cup her shoulders with my palms and gently wash down the length of her skin. Then, I slip my hands beneath her arms and slide my slick palms over her breasts.

Her whole body squirms as I squeeze her perfect tits. Before she can slip out from under my grip, I pull her into my body.

The action causes both of us to gasp.

My cock rides up the length of her back, almost piercing her shoulder blades. In response, her chest expands, filling out my palms. Fucking hell. I’m so close to nutting that I have to physically fight back the urge.

I’m not done with her yet.

Francesca’s pulse quickens as I gently pinch her nipples between my slick fingers. But she doesn’t try to pull away. In fact, I feel her body press even harder into mine as I twirl her pretty pink nubs between my fingers, playing with the girl I’ve watched for so long.

Finally, I’m touching her, just like I do in my dirty dreams. And it’s even better than I could have ever imagined. She’s softer and warmer that anything I’ve ever laid hands on before.

“Do you like that?” I ask, dropping one of my hands from her tits. To replace it, I pull my forearm across her chest, smothering her breasts beneath my strength, barring her in a cage of my eager flesh.

“Yes, master.”

“Do you want me to show you more?”

“… Yes, master.”

Nibbling on the top of her ear, I drop my free hand down Francesca’s waist, brushing my fingers over her hip bone and then slipping them between her clenched thighs.

Letting out another loud gasp, Francesca tries to escape my grip. But I don’t let her go. No. I only hold her tighter against my body. Her slick skin, coated in water and shower gel, rubs against my throbbing cock, and I have to bite down on my bottom lip to remain in control.

I am in control, after all. Of myself, and of her.

“I’m going to make you come, kitten,” I whisper in her ear as the warmth of her thighs engulfs my hand. “You only have to open your legs for me.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Francesca rasps. “I’m not strong enough yet. I might fall.”

“Then I’ll catch you. Just let go, kitten.”