He moved my arm from his waist and slipped out of bed without responding. I turned and watched him walk to the bathroom, catching a glimpse of his morning erection. He was semi-erect and I wanted him inside of me but of course, it wasn't my decision. I sighed and lay on my back, feeling that I needed to masturbate to get rid of the uncomfortable ache in my body. That, too, was out of the question. He'd said and I'd agreed that every one of my orgasms would be his. Unless he asked me to, I couldn't masturbate.
I turned over and sighed when I heard the shower start. He'd have a shower, as was his normal routine, brush his teeth and then make coffee for us. We'd sit at the kitchen island and discuss the day, what we had planned.
I wanted him right then. He had a functioning erection. The only excuse was that he was avoiding intimacy.
I went to the bathroom and removed my nightgown, then pulled open the shower door and stepped inside. Drake was standing with his face in the stream of hot water, his hands cupped beneath his chin, eyes closed. He turned to me as I entered the shower and frowned briefly, his beautiful blue eyes wary, the bruise on his cheek a faint yellow-green. Then he seemed to get control over himself and smiled but it was forced.
"Ms. Bennet, why are you up so early?"
"I'm all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning for some reason," I said and stepped a bit closer to him, letting the water wash over me, my face and hair, then down over my body. He glanced down at me, his eyes roving down my torso, over my breasts, and to my groin. I tried not to look at his cock, but it was terribly hard not to. One look at Drake and I could tell that my proximity had the desired effect and his penis was beginning to thicken again and rise quite nicely.
"Excuse me," I said and leaned in front of him to get to the soap dispenser. I lathered my hair, the suds slipping down my body, over my breasts and between my thighs. After rinsing my hair and applying conditioner, I began to wash my body off with shower gel, lathering up my hands, then washing every part of me, my body angled a bit away from Drake's, so that I wasn't exactly forcing him to watch.
But he was watching. I bent down to wash my feet and I heard him make a sound in his throat, like a small moan.
"Kate…" he said, his voice taking on a chiding tone. "What are you up to? Are you trying to seduce me?"
"I'm trying to have a shower."
When I started to rinse off my hair, he leaned over me, his hands on the wall on either side of me, so that I was effectively confined against the shower wall.
"Katherine…"
I waited, not saying anything. Not doing anything. Drake's dark hair was wet, his black lashes clumped together, his blue eyes intense. The expression on his face was something between amusement and anger. I couldn’t help but see his lovely erection jutting out from his body.
Why wouldn't he press himself against me and take me the way I wanted him to?
"What are you doing?" he said again.
I blinked several times. Then I realized I was being unfair and breaking the rules at the same time. I knew better than to try to seduce him. I agreed to his terms – that he decided the timing and manner of our sexual encounters. Yet, here I was naked, wet, soapy, bending over knowing how much he would be unable to resist the view. I was topping from the bottom.
I closed my eyes. "I'm sorry. It's just that," I said and shrugged my shoulder, looking away from his very intense expression.
"It's just that what?"
I said nothing, merely looked back at him, searching his eyes for his mood. I didn’t want to cause a problem. I just needed him.
"I'm… horny."
He smiled down at me, a wicked look in his eyes. "Why Ms. Bennet, I do believe you've been trying to seduce me with your nice wet body and soapy hands lathering your nether regions."
"My nether regions?" I smiled up at him, deliberately coy.
"May I remind you that we have an agreement?"
"I know we do but we agreed to be spontaneous sometimes, and you're obviously hard and, well. I thought…"
"When it comes to sex, it's not your place to think, Katherine. That's my job. But I'm glad you finally told me why you're being deliberately disobedient, trying to seduce me."
"You are?" I said, hoping he'd maybe come up with a quick scene we could play out so I could be taken the way I wanted and needed.
"Yes," he said and moved a bit closer. "That way I'll know why I'm spanking you."
I frowned. That was not what I wanted to hear. I closed my eyes. "Drake, I need you." I opened my eyes and stared into his, unashamed. "Either that, or let me masturbate."
He shook his head. "No," he said. "We'll do something later this afternoon. I haven’t decided what just yet, but I want you nice and wet and desperate when the time comes."