Page 16 of The Square

Because she can’t help herself. She might hate me right now, but she can’t help herself.

She comes.

The muscles of her pussy spasm against the shaft of my cock and I almost lose it in that moment. Almost.

But I make a decision to hold it in.

I will give her this one gift. And whether or not she understands it, I don’t care.

I do.

When she’s spent she flops forward onto the pillows, breathing hard and sorta laughing. “Oh, my God. That was intense.”

I smile. I nod.

She looks over her shoulder at me, grinning. But her grin fades when she sees the expression on my face. “What?”

I shake my head slowly. “Come on.”

“Wait. What? Aren’t you gonna—”

I pull out of her, taking her hand, and tug her upright. Her legs are quivering, so I pick her up in my arms and carry her downstairs.

“What’s—”

“Shhh,” I say, making my way through the skinny hallways toward the master bedroom.

“Oh,” she says, thinking she gets it. Thinking I’m gonna finish on the bed.

But I ease my way past the bed and take her into the bathroom, flicking on the light as I pass by.

“What are we—”

“Shhh,” I say again, setting her down inside the shower.

I turn on the water, and it’s cold. Freezing cold.

“Holy—what the fuck!” she squeals when the ice water hits her overheated skin.

But I just push her backwards until her knees bump up against the bench on the far side of the shower. She sits as I crouch down, picking up her foot and untying the cotton ribbon of her sandal that winds around her ankle.

I slip the shoe off and do the same for the next foot.

She just stares at me, open-mouthed, as I finish.

I still have my pants on and I’m soaking wet. But I don’t take them off. That’s what normal people do and I’m not normal, I’m Danny.

I pull her back to her feet—her eyes are trained on her sopping wet sandals now—and then we change positions. I sit, tug her into my lap as I fist my cock again.

By this time the water is hot. Very hot. Her skin is already pink, and the stall is filling up with steam.

Her hair is damp, but not all the way wet. The kind of hair that sticks to skin, making dark lines along her cheek, and her upper arms, and her neck.

“Danny—”

But I have her legs spread, and my cock is hard and ready. So she doesn’t finish. Just closes her eyes and sits down onto me. Lets me sink inside her.

She places her hands on my shoulders, not gripping tight anymore. No fight left. And just melts against my chest, her head on my shoulder, looking away from me, at the wall.