Page 9 of The Beginning


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The shower is oversized, with a large shower head on the far wall, a detachable handheld piece to the side of it, and an overhead rain shower head coming down from the ceiling. There is a built-in tile bench on the far side from the shower head. I slide the glass shower door open and see Shayna under the spray coming from the detachable shower head. Her head turns to me as I step inside and close the door behind me.

She turns slowly as I approach her. She begins a trail of her hands from my waist up my abs to my chest, leaving goosebumps erupting over my skin. The water falling down from the ceiling is hot but it’s her touch that is heating my skin. She steps into me pressing her large breasts against my chest as her arms wrap around my neck.

My hands immediately find her hips and move slowly to her ass, giving it a little squeeze. “Is Lexi all settled in?” I ask my wife.

“Yeah. She still seems a little off, but hopefully, it will get better as the days go by,” Shayna says.

“I’m sure it will, baby. Just give her some time.”

I lean my head back and let the water run over my face and down my chest, never moving my hands. When I lift my head, I give it a little shake, scattering water everywhere. Shayna laughs, flinching a bit from the water hitting her face. A crooked smile lifts the edge of my lips. Tipping my head down, I nuzzle into Shay’s neck. She tips her head slightly, awarding me with more of her delicious skin. I kiss and nip from her collarbone, up her neck all the way to her ear. I feel her shiver under my touch. But I can tell she’s still hesitant. But I know how to get her out of her own head and take her mind off of things.

When I get to her ear, I bite the lobe and then suck it into my mouth. She gives a little moan and shivers under my touch. In my deepest, most commanding voice, I tell her, “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

She moves immediately but still slowly. She takes her time getting into position and pushing her ass out slightly giving me a full view of her juicy ass and the gorgeous curve of her back. I swat her ass hard, loving how she gives a little yelp. The water covering her body amplifies not only the sound but the sting as well. I am hard as steel right now. My mind wanders for just a moment picturing Lexi on her knees next to us waiting for me to command her as well. That’s a fantasy I’ve had for a while, but I know that it’s never been a possibility.

I run my hands slowly up her back all the way to where her hands are placed. I slide them further up the wall, pressing her chest against the cold tiles. I slide my feet between hers, pushing her legs apart. “Don’t move from this position. I’ve been gone too long, so this…” I say grinding my hard cock on her ass. “This is for me. But I may let you come if you’re a good girl.”

My words make her moan. She knows I never leave her without being satisfied. She’s always been my bratty good girl. She can act like a brat in order to receive punishments,which she thoroughly enjoys. But when it’s time to receive the punishments, she’s my obedient little whore.

“Cam,” she mewls, sounding needy.

I slap her ass even harder this time, and I feel her entire body jump at the action. “Excuse me, Princess. I don’t think I heard you correctly,” I demand. “Would you repeat that?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she says looking sheepishly over her shoulder. I move the hand up that just slapped her ass and tangle it in her hair at the base of her skull. I give it a hard sharp tug, and she hisses through her teeth, but I can see the hint of a smile on her lips.

“Better. Now, does my brat deserve my cock or should I just have you get on your knees for me?” I ask running my nose up the column of her neck to nip at her ear once again. Her eyes close instinctively. I get right in her ear and whisper, “Answer me.”

“Please, Daddy. Give me your cock. I will be your good slut,” she says lowly. I tug the hair one more time.

“If you move from this position, even the tiniest bit, I will make sure you don’t come. I will have you on your knees cleaning my cock with your tonsils before you even know what’s happening. Do I make myself clear, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says with a light moan. I keep my hands tightly wound in her hair as my other hand takes hold of the base of my cock. I push her head forward to press her cheek up against the chilly tiles. Even as hot as it is in this bathroom, I know the moisture on the tiles is cool to her heated skin.

I rub the head of my cock through her wetness. “Mmmm… you’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?” I chuckle as I line my silk steel to her entrance. As I press only the head in, I lean forward and twist her head to the side by her hair so my breath ghosts over her ear. “Remember, Princess. This is for me,” I say as I thrust hard and bottom out in one fluid movement.

Shayna gives a little yell which puts a smile on my face. Fuck she’s tight. She’s gripping me like a vice. I am literally panting, holding myself still inside of her. That need to fuck her into the wall is so strong right now. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight. I can tell you listened to Daddy when I told you not to use your toys,” I growl out.

She’s breathing so heavily that she can barely speak, so she just nods her head as best as she can with me still holding her hair.

I begin to pull out slowly and we both moan. I place my other hand, not entangled in her hair, on her hip, gripping it tightly. When I can tell I’m almost out of her, I lean back and watch as I bury my cock inside her again. I take it slow at first. Pulling out slowly then quickly thrusting in hard. Our combined breaths are all that can be heard here. She feels so good. Like fucking heaven.

This traveling job is killing me. Being away from her for weeks sometimes. For so long we never let a day go by without me burying myself inside her. Sometimes hard and sometimes soft. Well, not really soft… just softer.

I move my hand from her hip, to behind her knee and lift her leg up, spreading her open for me better. I move my feet wider so I can get better leverage. The hand I had in her hair moves around to clasp her throat. I pull her back so her head is resting against my shoulder, and her back against my chest. I look down at her still buried deep. Her hands are firmly against the wall, just like the good girl I know she is. My eyes slowly move to where her hands are on the wall, showing her that I know she’s being obedient.

I look back into her face, which is pointed toward the ceiling, but her eyes are on me, and I give her a wicked smile. “Such a good girl for Daddy,” I say and squeeze her throat just enough torestrict the air. “Are you ready for your reward?” I ask. She nods the best she can.

“Tsk tsk! Words, Princess. Ask me nicely,” I command. The dark smirk does not leave my face.

She goes to speak but I can tell her throat is dry from all the heavy breathing. She quickly closes her mouth and licks her lips. “Pl-please, Daddy. I’ve been a good girl. Please let me come,” she says.

“I love when you beg, Princess,” I say and lean down kissing the corner of her mouth. I pull out slowly once again, but this time when I thrust back in I don’t stop. My thrusts are hard, quick and powerful. I know my wife loves to feel sore the next day. So I work hard to make sure she will feel it for days.

She’s moaning and breathing hard, just as I am. I can feel her tighten around me, so I know she’s close. Moving my hand that is under the back of her knee to the wall, so her leg is resting on the crook of my arm, I begin to move in longer, more precise strokes. I know when I hit that sweet spot inside of her.

“Fu..” she tries to cry out, but I tighten my hold on her throat even more, completely restricting her air. Her hands never move from the wall, because she knows I will stop. I don’t care if it impedes my orgasm or not, she will not get to come if she moves and she knows that.

By me completely taking her air, her mouth opens and her eyes roll back just as I feel her body lock from her orgasm hitting her so hard. Her walls clamp down around my cock, like it’s trying to hold me there. Hissing at the restriction, I still keep going.