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There he’d
dropped me (unceremoniously) into the back of the truck. I’d done my makeup for
the night before Damien slammed the lid on my little prison, shutting off the
world. I’d put on careful black swipes of mascara, painted my lips cherry red.
Spritzed myself with Juicy Couture perfume. I’d been ready for play. Now I
huddled in the warm water, exhausted and shaky. The hot water that sluiced over
my head, across my scalp and between my breasts was heaven. A million hot wet
tongues on my skin.
    A knock sounded, then that voice.
Immediately I felt it in me. My pussy growing slicker than the shower could
make me. My heart beat hard in my chest. “Ember?”
    “Yes?” It was like rolling a boulder
uphill to push that word over my lips. Just him saying my name had somehow
caused all of my nerves to misfire. I clenched up my internal muscles and let a
small pulse of pleasure roll through my pelvis. I had to stop. But I did it
again. He was right there. So I did it a third time. My own muscles
inching me closer to a very needed orgasm.
    “Clean clothes on the bed. I’ll be
downstairs. Omelet? Are you hungry?”
    He was just on the other side of the
opaque white curtain. Plain white. No muss, no fuss. Barren of decorations or
flair, his bathroom was black and white with a few red towels. Spare but clean
cut, like him. A no bullshit, no foo-foo kind of person. “Sure. I could eat, I
guess.” I really didn’t want to eat. I flexed my insides again as heat flooded
my cunt. I tried to breathe quietly, hoping the steady hiss and drip of the
shower would cover the small gasps I made.
    The curtain wagged and I clamped a
hand over my mouth when his head appeared. He stared at me for a beat. His big
brown eyes studying my neediness, how I shook in the spray. I covered only my
mouth which was insane.
    “You’ll eat. You were damn near
frozen.” He didn’t smile, just raked his dark gaze up and down my body. Eyes
stopping a beat too long at breasts, navel and then the shaved mound between my
thighs. A moment before the water had been perfect, now it was too hot, like I might
burst into a flurry small red flames. “Hurry up,” he said and the growl in his
voice made me close my eyes.
    “Coming.” I had the nerve to look into
his eyes for three heartbeats. And then my eyes dropped and the curtain
whooshed and he was gone. “Coming,” I said again and set about doing just that.
    * * * *
    My fingers tickled over my clit,
moving in slow, soft circles. My shoulder blades hit the cool tile wall and I
spread my legs a bit. Closing my eyes, I let the heavy exhaustion settle on me
like a lead blanket. My fingers moved over my wet skin, rubbing the tender spot
that made my heart beat even faster. I felt light headed from the goodness of
it. I let my mind go. It was him. On his knees like he’d been when he had
unlocked my cuffs. It was his face pushing between my soft upper thighs, his
tongue parting me and pressing my clit with a wet weight that staggered me.
    I slipped one finger, then another,
into my cunt. Pushed my feet further apart and thrust my fingers higher,
stroking my G-spot. My fingers rolled faster over my clit as I fucked myself.
He would be rough with me. In bed, he would be rough. In life, gruff. The
sounds of my fingers sliding in and out of my pussy was an even wetter sound
than even the falling water could make. My body coiled tight for release. My
fingers flew, drawing warm wet circles over my clit as my over stimulated brain
showed me beautiful scary Lucas kneeling, his full gorgeous mouth on me. The
flash of his hot pink tongue on my pussy. Licking me slow, staring up with his
dark, dark eyes to watch my face as he lapped at the pink flesh between my
legs. Making noises just so I could hear him drinking me in. Eating me and make
me come.
    God, he was so imposing. Harsh. But
somehow he made me feel the world was spinning at just the right speed. Not too
fast, which was how I felt a lot of the time. “And