Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut(24)

He led us into the bathroom and began undressing. I watched in fascination as his most intimate parts were revealed to me. Not only was Luke’s cock huge, it was beautiful. It was thick and tan, just like the rest of him and I wondered if Luke went to the tanning bed. The head of it, slightly smaller than his shaft, had felt so good when he placed it between my legs-rubbing slow circles on my clit with my own juices, while he talked so possessively to me. I was soaking wet between my thighs and I wanted to reach out and touch him, but restrained myself. I still wasn’t sure of his reaction to my behavior from earlier. I had a small sense that Luke was still trying to hold back his temper, although he gave nothing away.

I was still staring at his large cock that was beginning to harden, when he touched my shoulder. I jumped at his touch as my eyes found his face. I was breathing heavy now, and I knew that he noticed it. He disrobed me, without letting his skin touch mine, which was probably the best thing he could have done for me. I was afraid that if he did, I would come on contact. Once I was completely naked in front of him, he took in the sight of me and it was his turn to swallow hard. I wanted to be smug, but stopped myself. This was not the time, especially considering that I was trying to redeem myself. His eyes and face still gave nothing away; only the hardening of his cock and the movement of his Adam’s apple let me know that I was having an effect on him.

I started to step around him and into the shower, but he grabbed my hand, then pulled it to his mouth and kissed it. His left hand came up to the side of my neck, as he directed my body to stand in front of his. There was only an inch of space between us. I could feel his hard cock up against my stomach and it made me shiver. He kissed me sweetly, slowly working his tongue with mine and I melted into him. When I raised my arms to wrap around his neck, he pulled away. I couldn’t help the frown that crossed my face or the disappointed look. He kissed my bottom lip, still with a firm hand on the side of my neck, ultimately controlling my heads movement.

“You will thank me for this,” he said against my lips. His voice was low and clear, but I didn’t understand what he meant by the words. Thank him for what? He saw the confusion on my face, but didn’t answer my obvious question. Instead, his eyes became more intense and he stood straighter, squaring his shoulders.

“Get in the shower, Dallas.” Oh shit. I knew that voice. It was the voice of Mr. I’ll-fuck-your-brains-out Luke. I wanted to jump up and down and clap my hands, but instead I ducked around him and into the shower to hide my smile.

So, maybe I didn’t know Luke as well as I thought I did. When I got into the shower, I stood there for what couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds waiting on him. Thinking of what he was going to do to me. I envisioned him lifting me up against the wall and pounding me until I begged for him to stop. I remembered my “punishment fuck” that I received from Luke only weeks ago and how I had wanted it again ever since.

While I was lost in the thought of Luke fucking me hard and bringing me to the brink of an orgasmic death, he spoke to me from outside the shower, “I’m going to take a shower in the guest bath, then make some calls. I’ll be to bed in a little while. Get some sleep. We have some shit to do tomorrow.”

What the fuck? Was he serious? I peeked out from behind the shower curtain to see that he was no longer in the bathroom. I wanted to stomp to the guest bath and demand that he shower with me, but of course I didn’t. I turned on the water and showered, wanting to cry from my sexual frustration, and then remembered that he said that I would thank him for this. Maybe he thought I needed a little more time alone. He couldn’t have been more wrong. I washed myself, rougher than usual, taking my frustration out on my soft skin that was over sensitized. I was sure that steam was coming from my nostrils, but I had to keep myself in check. If I couldn’t prove to Luke that I could handle something as simple as a shower alone, than why would he believe me when I told him I could handle the MC life?

After my shower, I dried off, again a little too roughly and huffed my way to the closet to find my sexiest lingerie. I chose a white, satin cami with lace that covered the tops of my breasts, yet still left plenty for view and had a lace trim that went around the bottom that stopped at the top of my thighs. It was short enough that if I raised arms just a little, you could see the cheeks of my ass. Considering this, I chose a pair of white, lace boy shorts that the bottom of my ass hung out of. I towel dried my hair, and dabbed a small amount of perfume just behind my ears. The shower was no longer running in the guest bedroom. I wanted to search the house for Luke, but he told me to go to bed, and since I was tired anyway-at least that’s what I told myself-that’s exactly what I did.