His Submissive: Body Worship (3 page)

My towering sex god stands between me and the steamy pulse flowing hard from the showerhead. The water pounds against his back and shoulders and streams down his chest. I can’t help opening my mouth, lapping at the warm water as it flows over his bulging pecs. He doesn’t just taste good; he feels good. It’s the curve of the muscles as I trace them with my fingers and my tongue, the firmness of the flesh as I sink my teeth ever so lightly into the skin around one nipple while my hands memorize the definition along his hard abs.

Kai indulges my adoration for long, blissful minutes before tangling his hands in my wet red hair to pull my head back for a deep, mouth-fucking kiss. When he lifts his head, breathing hard against my mouth, he says, “Bathe me, Julia.”

Thrilling at the idea of exploring his whole body with my hands, of tending to his every bodily need and lavishing him with attention, I reach around Kai for the shampoo from the sleek metal caddy hanging on the showerhead. He smiles wickedly, making me reach up on tiptoes to soap his soft blond hair. Nervousness mingles with lust in my chest, my belly, my groin, as I worry over pleasing him, especially with his tendency to toy with me. It is excruciatingly exciting.

My body tingles and shivers as I rub myself against Kai, against his broad chest, against his hard thighs, against his engorged prick still restrained by tight black briefs. He finally turns around and bends his head back for me, and I lay kisses along his shoulders blades and spine as my fingers work the warm lather in his hair. It’s better than I’d hoped, tracing those thick black tattoos with my eager tongue.

One hand on the top of the shower door, one on the steamy white tiles, Kai leans forward far enough to put his head under the stream of water and rinse away the minty shampoo. I take the opportunity to work a soapy body sponge along his back. When I sink to my knees to wash his legs, Kai twists back to stroke my hair and watch approvingly. Seeking permission, my eyes never leave his as I curl my fingertips into the waistband of his briefs and peel them down his muscular ass and thighs.

“Put your fingers up your pussy, Julia. Play with yourself while you wash me with your tongue.”

It takes me a second of fighting with the lump in my throat before I can gasp a breath that doesn’t quite fill my lungs enough. So slowly, my gaze sinks to the gorgeous, taut ass in front of me and the smooth, heavy balls hanging swollen between his legs. Kai’s cock is hard enough, angled up sharply enough, that I can’t see it from this angle. I lean forward and press my lips to one cheek of his ass, unable to resists licking and nipping. He sucks his breath in hard and lets it back out as a deep moan.

“Finger-fuck yourself, Julia,” he reminds me in a gently chastising tone. “Now.”

One hand kneads his ass while the other cups my pussy. My curls are slick with my own cream; I can feel it even with the water coursing over us. Tentatively, I push two fingers up my tight hole but quickly add a third, needing the strain, the fullness I felt earlier with Kai’s fingers up my anus. It floods over me again, that feverish heat of wanton lust, as I hump my own palm while kissing and licking Kai’s taut ass cheeks. His hand on the back of my head pushes my face forward until my tongue is sliding back and forth over his anus and lower, toward that sensitive area behind his balls. Kai spreads his feet further apart, so I can better reach his smooth-trimmed ball-sack, kissing and licking and sucking it.

I close my eyes and lose myself in sensation. The water trickling over my face as it slides from Kai’s body. The smooth firmness of his skin against my hands and tongue. The scent of musky skin and minty soap filling my nostrils. The constant patter of water raining down hard on the tile and the intermittent sighs and hitches in Kai’s breath as I pleasure him. My cunt, burning for want of deep penetration, grasps at my fingers.

When I feel Kai’s weight shifting, I lean away and open my eyes to find him turning to face me. His stiff cock, rising from the powerful contours of his pelvis, above heavy engorged balls, is just inches from my face. I don’t really have the experience to judge these things, but he seems too big, too thick. Eight or maybe even nine inches long, I’d guess, but even more impressive in girth. A broad, bulging cockhead tops a meaty shaft as tanned as the rest of him—a touch ruddier, perhaps.

Kai’s hand is on the back of my head again, his gaze and his smile focused on my face. “You’re not finished, Julia. Open your mouth.”

The world shifts about an inch sideways as a wave of lightheadedness almost as pronounced as vertigo ripples through me. It’s the surreal nature of the moment, of getting what I wanted so badly that now I doubt the reality of the experience. Kai won’t let me linger in my hesitation, one hand grasping my chin gently to make me open my mouth, then guiding his huge erection to my lips.

I have to stretch wider, then wider again, to fit the head of Kai’s dick into my mouth. My tongue slides along the tip, conforming to the contour and catching the first drop of pre-cum. Salty, smoky, musky, I think again as those particularly male tastes and scents dominate my senses. I gaze up into his eyes, wondering how I must look as I struggle to swallow around his shaft. His eyes gleam with lazy pleasure. His smile makes me melt, makes me want to spend forever pleasing him. I swirl my tongue along the tip and underside of his cock with utter relish.

“Relax,” he coaches as the head of his dick hits the back of my throat and I stiffen. “Keep breathing.” Just as he pulsed his fingers in my anus earlier, Kai rocks his hips and jabs his rod just that extra inch deeper in my mouth and into my throat. He flirts with my gag reflex, making me cough so briefly at the end of each little stab. Tears form at the corner of my eyes, and there’s that odd second when I find myself being thankful for waterproof mascara.

When Kai cups the back of my head with both hands, I realize he’s going to push himself deeper. I struggle to gather in a breath, then hold it, pleading with myself to relax my throat and take him, please him. The fingers inside my pussy drive deep and remain there, stretching, twisting. The nails of my other hand dig into one cheek of Kai’s ass. He takes this as encouragement and pushes his cock into my mouth as far as it will go. There’s a moment when I am stunned to realize his shaft is sunk balls-deep in my mouth, just before I start to choke and tear up in earnest.

Kai pulls out of my mouth just as the choking sensation is getting to be too much. I gasp, my lips bowed wide, and he thrusts forward again. My throat convulses around the wide head of his dick, and he responds to my panicked resistance by holding my head more firmly. He withdraws again, just long enough to let me claim a breath before his next advance. My mind reels, though I don’t know if it’s from the choking or the thrill of hearing him moan and sigh my name.

I not sure when I stop panicking, but I see that Kai’s cock is slick with my saliva. When he pulls back, my tongue laps out hurriedly to clean his shaft. He stops thrusting and strokes my hair and my cheek as I lick furiously at his thick member, pausing to suck his balls.

“That’s it, Julia. My good girl.”

He leans over me to help me to my feet and immediately pulls me into another penetrating kiss, his tongue sweeping along every millimeter of the interior of my mouth. It makes me even hotter, the idea that he can taste his cock in our kiss, that he wouldn’t shy away from it. The man’s sensuality leaves me intoxicated.

The smooth hiss of the shower door sliding open, followed by the jolting touch of chilled air on my wet skin, jars me from the languor of the kiss. I step out onto the fluffy mat with Kai right behind me.

Pulling a fresh towel from the metal rack on the wall and holding it out for me, Kai say, “Dry me off.”

I am meticulous in my care, remembering to pat his hair dry without rubbing, gently buffing his bronzed skin with the luxurious towel. That wicked smile has returned as Kai steps around me and leaves the bathroom, calling back, “Dry off and come to me.”

My reflection in the bathroom mirror catches my attention as I hurry to comply. There’s something different in this reflection, a glow there wasn’t there when I stared into my own eyes in the vanity at home. It’s like Kai has fed embers hidden away deep inside me, and now they are aflame. I don’t shy away from my own nudity, instead giving myself a moment to appreciate the curves of my breasts and my hips, the plumpness of my engorged pussy, the flush that has warmed my skin and tinged it pink.

In the bedroom, Kai is stretched out on the bed, one knee bent, one arm folded behind his head while his other hand works the length of his erection. Better than I’d pictured.

Kai lowers his knee, lying flat out on the bed amid the expensive linens and pillows. “Come here, Julia.” He guides me to straddle his hips, his fingertips pressing into my ass, his huge member pressed against the length of my slit. “Show me you’re my slut, my body slave. Ride my cock.”

Biting my lip to keep from whimpering aloud with joy and relief that the moment has come, I grasp his shaft. He is so silky and firm in my hands, so warm and so big. It’s almost unbearable to stop myself.

“I’m not on birth control,” I tell him. “We should use—”

Kai’s voice is smooth but unyielding. “Ride my cock, Julia. Now.”

Unprotected. Why do I obey? Why do I trust him to easily, so completely, just from the tone of his voice, the smile, the warmth in his eyes? Somewhere deep inside, I’m convinced he won’t let anything bad happen to me.

Sighing at first, then mewing, then keening, I sink myself down on Kai’s jutting tool. After just a few inches, I feel like he won’t fit. The walls of my pussy burn and stretch. But I keep sliding down the thick rod, my fingernails gouging his hips. Kai sucks in his breath and stiffens, pushing up from beneath me and forcing another inch of hard cock up my tight, grasping hole.

“Yes, so tight, baby,” he moans. “Take my cock, all of it. Take my body into yours.”

His voice sends a shudder from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine, and I arch my back and whimper shamelessly. I’ve never ridden a man like this before, so blatant and exposed. Knowing Kai is watching me—watching our bodies joining, my breasts swaying, my hips writhing—doesn’t leave me as self-conscious as I would have feared. His hands knead and massage my heavy, tingling tits. His gaze devours the sight of me squirming on his cock. Instead of embarrassed and ashamed, I feel even more desired that I do in my fantasies.

“Ride it, Julia,” Kai commands, his voice husky and brusque. “Show me how much you want that big dick. No hesitation. Uh, fuck, yes. No restraint. Give me everything.”

It takes several more determined strokes, grinding and panting, retreating then advancing, before I feel Kai’s heavy, round balls against me and realize I’ve taken him full length up my straining passage. I am impaled. God, it aches, burns. So good. The heat coming off me has already dried my long, fine hair, and a drop of sweat trickles down one temple and along my cheek.

“Good girl,” Kai sighs again. “Now tighten down, baby. Let me feel your pussy squeeze that big cock while I give you the fucking you need.”

My pulse throbbing through every vein in my body, my breath erratic and shallow, I gaze down at Kai from a daze of pleasure. But I do as he commands, concentrating on clenching the muscles inside to tighten on the thick member piercing me. Kai’s taut cheeks and sculpted abs flex as his back arches. His hips rock up hard under me, claiming another fraction of an inch of my stretched pussy for his cock.

His voice is a thick, tormented rasp. “Keep clenching, Julia.”

I feel Kai’s hips draw back so slightly. Then he is pounding up from under me with so much force that ripples of sharp pleasure, barely weaker than a full-on orgasm, vibrate through the walls of my cunt. His flesh slaps against mine as he uses a combination of his grip on my waist and the power of his hips to hold me aloft for his ruthless pumping. There is no slow build. Kai’s massive cock is a steel-hard piston working my pussy, his strokes mercilessly precise, thorough, tireless.

My every breath hisses out of me as a whimper, a mewl, a half-bitten curse. I can’t get a firm grip, not on Kai’s arms or his hips or on myself. My body writhes against his, shaken violently by the force of his hammering thrusts. His caution that I keep my pussy tightened down on his cock is unnecessary. My battered cunt quivers and grasps without my conscious direction at the thick member punishing it. My body wants this glorious abuse, seeks more and more of it regardless of the inaction of my lust-fogged mind.

Kai’s fingers dig into my slit, and he lets the rhythm of his fucking rub my clit furiously along the pad of his thumb. “You want to come for me, Julia?” he asks haltingly, his pretty lips drawn back from his white teeth with the effort of the hard pounding he’s giving me.

I try to nod, but my head lolls, my eye rolling back at the numbed warmth building in my groin from the core of my blissfully abused pussy. “Yes, sir.”

“Come when I do, baby. Beg me now. Beg me to fill your pussy with my cum.”

Whining and shaking my head, I struggle to open my eyes and focus on Kai’s stunning face. “No protection,” I gasp.

Kai’s hips pump up once more, so hard it jars my whole frame. He circles one arm around my waist, holding me down on his cock, and squeezes my breast cruelly, possessively with his free hand. “This is my body, Julia,” he rasps. “You worship me with this.” I shudder in his harsh grasp. He releases my aching breast to pull me by the hair down into a deep, panting, nipping kiss. “If I want to come inside you, you will beg for it. If I want to make you pregnant, you will spread your legs and plead to be my bitch.”

I squirm against him, succeeding only in grinding myself down harder on his tool. Tears spill from the corners of my eyes. “Fuck,” I sob, though I don’t know which of us I’m cursing. “God, yes, do it. Cum in me, sir. My body is yours.”

He keeps me pressed to his chest, our hips angled just so. Each stroke of his cock inside me now rubs against my twitching clit, working me into a trembling frenzy. It is the first sensation of Kai’s cock stiffening inside me, his muscles tightening against me as he starts to climax, that propels me beyond the threshold into the hardest orgasm of my life. I squeal and arch and writhe like a crazed animal. Kai fucks me through the orgasm, even as his cock pumps jets of warm cum deep up my cunt. So hot and wet, dark and wild and dirty.