I take her hand and lead her through the apartment, all the way to my master suite. I spared no expense with the decorating of this property, and my bathroom is a sanctuary now. Glossy black Italian marble tiles line the walls, and there’s a deep sunken Jacuzzi tub and walk-in shower with a long bench: for relaxing under the tumble of water…or for less relaxing activities.
I push a few buttons and hot water cascades from the rain shower spray heads mounted in the ceiling.
“Take off your clothes,” I tell her in a low order.
Isabelle slowly meets my eyes and peels off her T-shirt and jeans, revealing a matching lacy lingerie set.
God, she’s a masterpiece. High, full breasts, a flat stomach, and those long legs that are just begging to be wrapped around my waist as I shove her back against the wall. She holds my gaze as she runs her hands down her thighs, peeling off her lacy thong. This is better than Christmas. I could eat her up right now, she looks so good.
I strip off my clothes, erotic tension charging the air between us. My cock springs free, already hard, and I see Isabelle’s eyes widen in appreciation.
“Go ahead,” I say, gesturing to the steaming spray. “Ladies first.”
She twists her hair up and steps into the shower. The water hits her body, running in rivulets between her breasts and down over her thighs.
I could watch her forever, but there’s a more important plan tonight.
I join her and pull the door closed. Now we’re alone with nothing but the thrum of water and hot, wet skin.
I move closer.
Isabelle’s breath quickens. She wets her lips, and reaches toward me, but I grab her hands and pin them to her sides.
“No,” I say softly. “There’ll be plenty of time to touch me later. Believe me, I have plans for these hands. But now I want to discover your body. What you need, how your body feels. Tonight, it’s all about you.”
Isabelle goes still. I wonder if anyone’s shown this body the worship it deserves. If any man has even taken the time to explore every inch of her, touching and teasing her soft skin until she’s so aroused she can’t take it anymore.
Her asshole ex didn’t, that’s for sure. Men like him only take. They never give.
“Relax,” I order her. “Close your eyes, and just feel.”
She obediently lets her eyes fall shut. Slowly, her breathing settles, and I can see her sink into the sensual bliss of the shower jets.
I reach for the detachable shower head and slowly tease the stream of water down Isabelle’s body.
I start at her shoulders and the top of her gorgeous breasts. Using the spray of water, I brush her nipples until I see them pert and ready to be sucked. I continue down her chest, her stomach, and stop at the top of her pussy. I adjust the pressure on the showerhead so that it’s harder. I know she wants my hands on her, and fuck, I want to touch her all over, but the anticipation will be worth the release. I will relish the feel of her skin, trembling under my hands. But until then I will tease her.
I use the water to massage her in slow, deliberate strokes, directing the pounding pressure against that delicious mound. She moans.
I turn her around and lean her against me so I can get between her legs with the handheld. I slide my hand in between her legs, spreading them apart. I put the shower head at her pussy and move it back and forth, the spray tickling her clit and lips.
She rests her head against my shoulder as I slide it back and forth, getting her ready for me. I can feel her body stiffen now with a new kind of tension, and when I glance down, I see her nipples pebble tight with desire.
I hold back, resisting the urge to bend her over and fuck her now, teasing her with the head of my cock, bending her over and pounding into her. . She’s so slippery and damp, I know she’s needy there, too. Wet and tight and ready for me.
I put the shower head back with one hand and pull Isabelle back to me, tracing slow circles over her stomach and hips with my fingertips. “Tell me about yourself,” I murmur, slowing down the pace of my strokes. “What was your life like, before you were adopted by Ashcroft?”
Isabelle’s whole body goes rigid with tension. But as her Dom, I need to know her mind as well as her body.
I drop a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, encouraging her to trust me with her body and her secrets. Sliding my hands lower, I tease at the apex of her thighs, swirling my fingertips in the slim strip of hair. She’s still tense, so I move one hand to her breast, toying lightly with her peaked nipple.
Isabelle stifles a moan.
“Tell me,” I order her softly, as my fingers dip deeper between her thighs. I find the swollen nub of her clit, and gently circle.
She shudders. “I was adopted when I was thirteen. Before that, I lived with foster parents and in a group home.”