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  Pearl Drops

  Secret Desires Series

  By Anya Winter

  The hot water cascaded over her tired, achy body. Samantha leaned into the torrent coming from the wide shower head and glanced out the steamed glass pane.

  She was alone.

  She knew her Master waited for her to be in their room before he would come down the stairs, but the heat of the water as it caressed every inch of her skin tempted her to linger. She needed to relax, to let go of the stress from the day before anything else could happen.

  Samantha turned the tap and pressed a lever, forcing the water to pound her body with more force. She groaned as the curve of her back was massaged by the shower head at the other end of the stall. She leaned her hands against the wall and closed her eyes as her body relaxed and gave into the sensations. Her mind wouldn’t stop. The whirlwind of recalling the events from that took place in the interrogation room slammed into her. Doubts about her performance, misgivings on how she’d handled her latest court case surfaced.

  Sam shook her head. No, she wouldn’t think about that. She’d come home because she needed him. She needed him to erase the doubts. To extinguish her feeling of failure. His mastery was the only thing that could.

  She breathed in deep and caught a whiff of her Master’s scent. The soap he used was close, that’s what she must have smelled.

  A smile settled on her face. Imagining the touch of his hands on her skin, the feather light kisses he would trail down her body, the way he would mould her breasts in his hands as his cock pushed into the crevice of her ass had her vagina throbbing. She wanted his hard cock to slide inside of her. She squeezed her thighs together at the thought.

  She craved his touch and wanted nothing more than for him to join her in the shower.

  “Samantha.”

  She uttered a small cry as before straightening. She started to turn towards him but stopped at the light touch of his hand on her shoulder.

  “No. Face the wall. Keep your eyes closed.” His stern voice swept over her and goosebumps covered her skin.

  Sam slowly turned in the shower until she knew she faced the wall as he’d commanded. His body blocked the water from the one end of the stall and a cool breeze stroked her skin before she heard the suction of the glass door close.

  A nervous flutter settled in her stomach. Normally these roles were only played out in their private room. She always came down first, had her shower and then waited on her stool for him to join her.

  This was new territory. She heard the change in his voice when he said no. Controlling. Demanding.

  Sexual as hell.

  Here, there was no blindfold. No safety net for Samantha to fall back on. The thought turned her on even more.

  “Lean your hands on the wall and spread your legs for me.”

  “David,” Samantha twisted her head, her eyes still closed and whispered her husband’s name.

  The sting of his hand on her ass stopped any further words.

  “This shower is part of our private rooms. The same rules apply, my pet.”

  Sam stood still, her ass stinging from the slap. She wasn’t ready. She needed more time.

  “Do it, Samantha.” His sharp voice echoed against the marble shower walls. She felt its power, heard the demand. She let out all the breath left in her lungs and the steady drum of her heart in her ears. This was her key, her secret to entering that place she craved most.

  A sharp twist on her nipple had her gasping for breath. She clenched her eyes as the pain from his grip startled her body. Sharp pinpicks like needles jabbed as he took both nipples between his fingers and twisted them. Sam arched her back and pushed out her chest for more.

  It felt so good. So right. Exactly what she needed.

  “On your knees, slave, if you won’t listen and obey.” He pulled hard on her breasts, forcing her to her knees.

  The moment she understood what was about to happen, juices from her arousal dripped down her thigh. When his hands fisted in her face, Sam opened her mouth. With a force she didn’t expect, his cock was jammed into her mouth. She struggled to ease her throat muscles to stop the gagging reflex that threatened to take her.

  Sam relaxed her neck and let his hands guide her up and down on his cock. His groans of pleasure sent a wave of heat between her legs. She brought her hands up to grip his thighs, her finger nails digging into his skin as she fucked her Master with her mouth.

  His cock swelled within her mouth as she ran her tongue around his head, licking the round edge and biting down gently. She loved the feel of the swelling member in her mouth. As Samantha sucked she breathed in his scent and let it wash over her. This was their first time doing this in the shower. As the water poured down her face she felt herself give into the cleansing power. Her tense muscles were gone, the stress from the tense interrogation she’d taken part of today at the court house, dissipated.

  She’d never felt happier, more free than she did during their sessions. In another year their oldest child would be out of the house. Samantha had been toying with the idea of living the life of a slave full time. The freedom she felt at her Master’s hands was something she’d never experienced before.

  “Samantha.” There was an edge to his voice, a harshness she didn’t expect. She realized then that she’d slowed down and held him in a firm grip. His grip tightened in her hair and he pushed her face down further. Sam opened up the muscles in her throat to take him deeper in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as his cock slid through her lips. The force of his hips as he thrust them against her shoulders increased. He was close. She could feel it.

  She wanted him to come in her mouth. She wanted to feel his salty sweetness fill her mouth before it slid down her throat. She swirled her tongue around his cock, feeling the hard ridges of his veins as he came close to climaxing. Her own muscles in her pelvis throbbed, the pressure building up. She dropped her one hand and flicked her clit. A butterfly sensation took over as she used her nails to bring herself to climax.

  She wasn’t prepared for the abrupt pull to her head as she was wrenched away from him. His cock slid out of her mouth and warm spurts of his semen squirted into her mouth and down her chin. Samantha opened her mouth wider, hoping to take in more.

  She released her clit, knowing her own climax would be not be allowed. He only ever squirted on her when he wasn’t pleased. It must have been when she allowed her train of thought to stray from the pleasure she aimed to give him. When he was done, she leaned her face forward and stuck out her tongue until she touched his cock. Before the water could wash away the precious cream, Samantha licked it, swirling her tongue round and round until she was sure she’d licked him clean.

  She bowed her head when she was done and wiped away the liquid from her chin and the little bit that dripped down her skin. Pearled skin. She remembered the early days of their marriage when he would pull out before coming and squirt all over her stomach and chest. Even then she loved the taste of him.

  Sam brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked. She then lifted her head, feeling the warm stream of water as it washed over her and placed her hands on her Master’s thighs.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered. She’d disobeyed him. In their place. Where he was Master and she was slave.

  His hand was on her elbow as he helped her to stand. Samantha bowed her head, enjoying the steady beat of the water as it massaged her neck.

  “Are you ready to obey, my love?” His hands caressed her skin as they travelled up her arms and across her chest until the heavy weight of her breasts rested in his hands. His nails flicked her nipples.

  “Yes, Master.” Samantha swallowed. What would happen now?

  “Reach out your hands until they touch the wall,” he helped to position her until the smooth feel of the marble wall was under her fingertips. “Spread your leg, my pet. Wider.”

  Samantha pushed her feet further apart. She needed to be carefully on the slippery floor.

  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” His pushed his hips against her ass before slapping her sounding on one cheek.

  “Yes, Master,” Samantha dropped her head forward, angling her shoulders to feel the pulse of water.

  “Do you want my cock in your pussy or would you like it in your ass?” His fingers pushed open her cheeks and gentle pushed inside of her.

  “Yes, Sir.” Shivers wracked her body as she eagerly anticipated whatever he was about to do to her.

  His low chuckle brought a smile to her face. “Which one, my pet?”

  Samantha pushed her ass back against his cock. “Whichever my Master feels I deserve.”

  His heavy weight pressed down on her back as he draped himself over her. He slid his hands down her arms, forcing her arms down until they rested on a ledge they’d built into the shower wall. His fingers encircled her wrists.

  “Your wrists are bound with black leather cuffs,” his teeth nipped at her ear lobe. “No matter what you do, you can’t move your hands. They’re chained against the wall, darling. Even when you want to stretch out the muscles in your back, you won’t be able to. You’ll stay in this position for as long as I say, do you understand, Samantha?” His whispered words sent shivers to dance along her skin.

  With her eyes closed, she pictured the black leather cuffs encircling her wrists. Just last night she’d shown him cuffs she’d found on a website. The twinkle in his eye as he glanced at her wish list sent tingles down her spine.

  Making the decision to experiment with their lack luster sex life wa
s the best decision they’d made in a long time.

  Water ran down her skin like layers of silk. Here was her subplace. Here, surrounded by warmth and her Master commanding actions, she could forget everything and concentrate on one thought. Pleasure.

  “How do you feel love, knowing the only thing you need to concentrate on is pleasing me? How does it feel knowing that I’m in control, that there is nothing you can do without my permission?” His teeth nipped her neck.

  Sam titled her head to give him better access as she spread her legs wider. The feel of his heavy cock against her ass cheeks teased her. They’d only recently started to have sex that way. First they started with the butt plugs, then the pleasure beads until she was ready to have him fill her with his cock.

  She wanted that now. She needed to feel his fullness. To be stretched until she couldn’t handle the sensations, she needed--

  “What do you need, Samantha?” He gathered her hair in his fist and pulled back until she knew she’d see stars if she opened her eyes.

  “You, Master.” Water pooled in her mouth when she spoke. She opened it wider, letting the water fill her mouth. Wishing it were his cock in there instead.

  He slowly eased his body off of hers yet kept his hips tight against her ass. His cock pressed in further. She pushed back.

  “Is this what you want?” Fingers spread her labia open. She stiffened as a cold object was thrust inside of her. She tried to arch her back but his body pressed down on her again.

  Her walls clenched as the hard object filled her. What was initially cold turned to a sudden hot flame that torched her body. She gasped as the flames spread.

  “Like it? My gift to you on this special day.” She barely heard his words as her clit pulsed around what she realized was a glass dildo and warming gel she’d admired last month while on a business trip. She’d texted him with the details and hinted this might be a treat on a cold day.

  “The hot dildo will soon be a new favorite, won’t it? Does it warm you up like you’d hoped?” The British tilt of accent thickened. She loved listening to his voice.

  Samantha couldn’t speak. It was all she could do to breathe normally. The hot blaze tempered into a pleasurable glow that sent tingles along her body. As he twisted and turned the globe she could feel an orgasm build inside of her.

  “Tell me pet, is this all that you desired?”

  Samantha shook her head, her hair spraying water as it slapped against her skin.

  “No, Sir. I desire more,” she breathed. His cock pushed against her anus, teasing her as he pushed and then retreated.

  “Please, Master. Please.”

  “Please what? Please fuck me? Let me come? Please use me as I deserve?” His voice deepened as he ran his nails along her ass cheeks, circling until he touched the outer rim of her hole.

  Samantha’s body tensed as she waited. She struggled to relax as her clit throbbed against the dildo inside of her. When his fingers breached her and pushed inside she arched her ass higher. God, she loved this.

  “Please fuck me, Sir. Please fuck me,” Samantha whispered just before he eased his fingers out of her and replaced them with his cock.

  Samantha bit back a scream as she was pushed forward by the force of him slamming into her. Her heavy breasts swung freely from the force. The sensation of being filled as he pushed into her and held her tight against him brought tears to her eyes. With her clit clenched tight against the dildo and her ass muscles tightening against his cock, it felt like heaven on earth.

  “Does it feel like you thought it would?” The strain in his voice was distinct as he held her hips.

  Samantha nodded her head, unable to speak as he withdrew only to thrust back in. She lost herself to the sensations as her climax built up. Stars danced before her eyes she he pounded her.

  “Come for me,” her Master panted as he strained against her. Samantha did everything she could to wait until she knew he couldn’t hold off any longer. She wanted to come at the same time as he did. Spasms racked her body, threatening to shatter her to the core. With each thrust he went in harder and further. He pushed all the way to her uterus. She loved it. When his body sagged on top of hers, Samantha breathed out as her climax took over.

  She dropped her head as her body relaxed under the heavy weight of her Master’s body.

  “Stay like that,” he commanded as he eased off her body.

  Her body shivered as he took his warmth with him. Her arms quacked from the strain of being in one position for too long. The sensation of the dildo as it slipped out of her and then a soft sponge caressing her swollen folds proved to be almost too much for her sensitive skin.

  “Am I still chained, Master?” Sam managed to whisper as she rested her head against the warm tile. She noticed the temperature of the water cooled slightly and audibly sighed.

  “No, my pet. Let me help you up,” the gentle tilt of his voice washed over her. With her eyes still closed, Sam allowed her Master to ease her off her shaky arms and turn so that she rested her cheek against his wet chest.

  She listened to his heart beat, the steady rhythm further relaxing her as his strong arms wrapped around her. With each breath, her chest heaved and her nipples rubbed against the wet hairs on his chest. She shuddered as her pelvic muscles continued to clench from the aftermath of her climax.

  “Thank you, Sir,” Sam whispered against his skin. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and tightened his hold.

  Sam edged her one arm down and cupped his penis in her hand. With a soft touch, she traced the rim of his penis head and smiled as he shuddered. When his cock grew in her hand, Samantha raised her face, her eyes still closed and waited for her Master to kiss her.

  “Master, may I?” she asked as his tongue outlined her lips.

  “May you...” his lips trailed down past her chin to the curve of her neck.

  As the water pressure eased off until it no longer flowed, Samantha stayed in that position, eyes closed, waiting for her Master’s permission.

  She wanted to look upon his glorious naked body. When his hand tilted her chin up higher, Samantha smiled.

  She loved this man. More so now than ever before.

  Her secret desires were coming true because of this man’s desire to love and please her. She thought about the room that lay beyond this one and prayed that this wouldn’t be the end to their session. She wanted more. Needed more.

  “May you what?” His fingers trailed down her throat until they touched her nipples. His fingers squeezed her sensitive buds as he pulled her up off of her knees.

  “Master, may I await you on my stool?” Samantha whispered.

  She wanted more.

  Visit Anya at her website:

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  Be sure to catch the other stories in the Secret Desires Series

  The Blindfold

  Timed Release - part of the Hot Shots Vol2 Anthology

  Also check out her Masquerade Series:

  The Master

  The Mask

 

 

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