Chapter 130


    He stops in front of the ss. “I said not to stop.”


    In the reflection of the mirror behind him,


    I can see myself blushing.


    He’s fully clothed. Decked out in a three-piece suit and looking polished and proper. My hair is dripping


    in my eyes and my hand is between my legs.


    He’s caught me masturbating-gah,


    I can’t even think the word without


    wanting to cringe.


    “Stop blushing,” he says. “It’s cute, but don’t get distracted.”


    Easy for him to say.


    “Come here, honey. Up to the ss.”


    Like a puppet, I move as he tells me.


    “Lean forward.”


    I do.


    “That’s right. Closer.”


    I pause when my nipples touch the ss.


    It’s cold.


    He smirks like he knew it would be.


    “Now move a bit. Graze them against


    this surface. I can look. But I can’t touch.


    And it’s f**king ki lling me.”


    I can see that. His pants are tented


    out and when he strokes his own co ck


    through his suit, I swallow audibly.


    “I told you what to do, Leah.”


    I swivel my chest a bit and it creates this


    incredible friction against my nipples.


    And just like that, I’m hot and my body is


    ready again.


    “Now slide your hand down. Touch yourself. Show me what you like.”


    “You already know what I like.”


    Hees all the way up to the ss. He


    raises his fist against it and leans in. He’s so frigggin’ handsome and I want him


    badly.


    Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    “Show me,” he says again. Not letting me hide or talk my way out of this.


    He strokes himself boldly. There’s no


    sha me. He’s a hardened ruthless male.


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    But I am an Alpha too.


    And I shouldn’t feel embarrassed or


    shy about taking my own pleasure or


    enjoying my body.


    There’s a bench against the opposite


    wall in this giant shower.


    It has a wand showerhead beside it and


    a rainhead above it. I sit and lean back.


    With one hand I reach up to the shower


    handle and switch this one on and let the


    water rain down on my chest and body.


    Seated as I am, I can spread my legs,


    and I do.


    Then I massage both my nipples.


    All the while, Aaron watches me hungrily.


    He wants to watch-I’ll give him a show.


    One he’ll never forget.


    I draw my legs closed slowly and he growls. Then I open them again, only wider this time. I slide to the


    edge of the


    bench seat so the water drops from the high head onto my breasts. The constant


    pattering motion is incredible.


    I draw wetness from myself and tug my nipples with it. The sensation is different than the water. It’s


    smooth. Silky. When I touch myself again on my clit and dip two fingers inside, I’m entranced by the


    changes in texture.


    Aaron growls.


    He’s right up against the ss like he


    wants to punch through it.


    It’s hot.


    I close my eyes and focus on the feelings-the steady rhythm of thrusting


    in and out, imagining it’s his hard co ck.


    His fingers circling delicately.


    “No,” hemands. “Look at me.”


    I don’t obey him right away because he


    is not in control of this scene.


    It’s my fantasy.


    I wait until I’m close.


    When my legs are trembling and I’m moaning because I want him inside me


    so f**king badly.


    Then I open my eyes and stare into his.


    The orgasm rips through me. I clench down on my fingers, riding out every


    pulse and all the while Aaron watches


    me.


    I close my eyes when it bes too


    intense.


    When thest ripple of pleasure ebbs, I


    open my eyes.


    And see Aaron walking away from me…