“I used to be.” Liam put their clothes on a bench, except for Katie’s wet panties and bra. Those he tossed into the dryer they used for towels, turning it on before heading for the showers. She followed him there too, neither of them speaking as they stepped under the water.
The steam of the showers was a welcome relief from the cold and Katie let the stinging spray needle her skin. Liam used the body-wash dispenser on the wall, soaping his hands, and then turning to her. Katie watched in amazement as he paid close attention to every inch of her body, scrubbing her hair and rinsing it thoroughly before moving down to her shoulders and back, forcing her to turn and put her hands flat against the wall. He didn’t speak-his body and hands told her what to do, moving her this way and that with a shift of his hip, a gentle tug of his soapy hands.
He spent time washing her ass, still red from his spanking. She wondered if she’d have handprints. She hoped so. Then he turned her around and she watched in wonder as he dropped to his knees, something she never would have imagined him doing-weren’t Doms the ones who were supposed to force submissives to their knees? — his hands roaming her front in the same way they had over her back.
“Liam,” she whispered, fingers moving in his thick, wet hair. She still loved feeling his name in her mouth. He kissed her navel, tongue dipping in provocatively, his eyes on hers as his slick, soapy hands moved over the gentle hills of her breasts. She moaned when he thumbed her nipples. They’d been hard for so long they almost hurt.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her hipbone, his tongue tracing the curve downward. She wanted to believe him, and by the time his mouth reached her pubic hair, she did. He looked at her body as if it was a place to worship, and when he reached her pussy, he drank her in like wine, burying his face there and shifting her legs over his shoulders so he could slide her body up the tile. Katie cried out with pleasure, lost in sensation, his mouth fastened on her mound, hands holding her in place, cupped over her breasts, her nipples hard under his fingers.
“Give yourself to me.” His words made her open her eyes and look at him. I am, she thought, but was she? Her body was tense, her mind racing. He shook his head slowly, reading her eyes, her mind. She bit her lip, trying to keep it in, all the feeling, all the fear, the desire, but she couldn’t contain it. A little sob escaped her throat, and she shook her head, as if to clear it, but it was no use. It overwhelmed her in an instant, and she was awash with feeling, drowning in it, unable to stand in the tide.
“That’s my girl.” He turned to kiss her thigh, rubbing his cheek there, stubbly and rough. “Let it go. Let me have you. All of you.”
“Please, I…” She didn’t know what to say. There weren’t words. And she found she didn’t need them. All she needed to do was surrender, to let herself go in his arms, not just her body but her mind, oh god, the whole of her, every part and essence of who she was, laid bare and quivering before him. It wasn’t possible. He wouldn’t want her. He couldn’t possibly see her completely open and vulnerable and not turn away.
But her fears were unfounded.
He devoured her as if he couldn’t get enough, a cloud of steam rising around them, the water from the shower splashing off his broad, strong back and shoulders. Katie hung on, going along for the ride, letting him take her wherever he wanted her to go. She couldn’t help the soft mews of pleasure escaping her throat as she writhed against the tile, her cries growing louder, echoing off the bathroom walls the closer she got to her destination.
Her climax rocked them both, Katie’s back arching, shoving her pussy fully against his eager mouth, and he moved to grab her hips, steadying her as she came and came, flooding him with her juices. When Liam slowly lifted her legs off his shoulders, letting her slide down the wall to join him on her knees in the shower, she was still so dizzy, she wasn’t quite sure where she was until she looked into his eyes.
“Pretty kitty.” He chuckled, touching her nose with the tip of his finger. She looked at him in wonder and disbelief. Kitty? He looked like the cat that ate the canary, full and satisfied. He honestly looked like he’d enjoyed that as much as she did. Maybe more. Was that possible?
She put her arms around his neck, pressing her body fully to his, seeing his eyes light up and then begin to smolder. She nuzzled his shoulder, licking his collarbone, feeling his cock pressed against her hip. He was harder than granite.
“I want you,” she confessed, turning her face up to his, showing him with her hips, a slow grind. “Please, please.” He was so hard she could barely stand it. “Oh Liam, please!”
“God, I like hearing you beg,” he said, and then stood, taking her with him, still in his arms. He kissed the top of her head. “But not tonight, Kitten. Go get dressed. I need to wash up.”
He smacked her bottom to get her to move, and finally she did, following his order and making her way out to the dressing area, finding clean towels on a cart near the lockers. After she retrieved her bra and panties, which were thankfully dry, she got dressed slowly. She searched her purse for a comb, glancing in the mirror, sure she would find herself a crazy mess, and for a moment she didn’t recognize the woman she saw.
Her face was flushed, eyes bright, her hair a wet tangled mass of dark curls over her shoulders. Was this the same woman who had been shelving books at five o’clock earlier today? She wasn’t sure. And then Liam appeared beside her, dressed, their coats over his arm, the only indication of their evening his still-wet hair. She met his eyes in the mirror, wondering what he was thinking. She knew he wasn’t wondering about her, because he looked like he knew exactly what she was feeling.
Liam helped her on with her coat and she let him lead her again, this time through the front door. They said goodbye standing between her Honda and his Maserati in the empty library parking lot, snow starting to fall again.
“Drive carefully.” He pulled her coat closer around her neck. Her hair was still damp and she was shivery.
“Liam, are we… are you…?” She didn’t know how to ask the question, wasn’t even sure what she wanted to ask.
“Shh.” He gathered her up and kissed her-their first kiss, after everything that had happened since they met just a week ago, with Katie naked and shackled on her knees in his basement. She couldn’t believe this was their first real kiss, but it was, and she was thinking about that when he slipped his arms around her waist, his mouth slanting across hers, tongue soft and exploring.
She stood on her tiptoes in her heels, arms around his broad neck, giving as good as she got, wanting more, trying to tell him so with her body, and when they parted, both of them breathless, she thought he’d gotten her message.
“I’ve got a busy week.” Liam closed his eyes, touching his forehead to hers. “I’ll call you on Friday.”
A week! A whole week? Her body protested, pressing into his, and Liam groaned as she kissed him again, all greedy, hungry mouth, sliding her slim thigh between his thickly muscled ones.
“Easy,” he murmured, and she wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself. “Take a week. Read the book. We’ll talk.”
The book. She’d almost forgotten. But she was tired of reading about it-she wanted to do it!
“Goodnight, Katie.”
He waited for her to get into her Honda, making sure she was buckled, before he got into his little red sports car. She gave him a wave as she started the engine, putting the car into “drive” and wondering how in the hell she was supposed to get through the next week.
Lori said she wouldn’t make to Monday, but she was wrong. Katie made it to Wednesday, sitting at her desk, wasting time and playing on Facebook in between check-outs. She flipped through all the “Hump Day” references, which only made it worse. She couldn’t think of anything but Liam. She’d devoured his book, reading until four in the morning that first night, finishing it the next day, unshowered and still in her pajamas, the following afternoon.