She squirmed, fighting to keep the tears from falling.
“But,” he relaxed his grip, “I also like the smiles, the teases. The way you rock my cock in a gentle sway. That is something divine.”
“I can’t control what you do to me,” she said; there was no point in arguing.
“No. But, if I’m rough and unkind to you, I lose this feeling inside of me. I don’t want to let it go.” He sighed. “Kriss... I don’t think he understands. Yet. You must give him what he wants for now. Then, when he’s ready, he’ll find this ache and know what it means.”
She nodded. “I understand. I’ll try.”
“Good. Now fuck me, Shayla.”
She rode him, almost frantically and throughout, he played with her breasts, her nipples or he pulled her down so her mouth was locked onto his for his hard kisses.
“I wanna come,” she cried out, unabashed by her need, knowing that she was supposed to wait for his call, not hers.
“I feel it,” he said.
Her pussy clenched; she couldn’t stop it from pulsating. The climax was close, so close. He released her breasts and she flopped forward. He hooked his hands under her buttocks and grasped her there, keeping her from slapping down on his thighs. He slowed her pace back to the teasing dips.
“Tease me again,” he whispered. “I like it. But don’t come, not yet, hang on if you can. I want you so desperate, so needy.”
Her hair dangled over his face and she whipped it out of the way. “Yes, sir.”
She returned to the leisurely sway and he stroked his hands down her back. Her heartbeats slowed, her eyes drooped. She was content to be like this, just him and her locked together.
She nearly missed hearing the door open behind them. Their energetic breathing overlaid the hiss of the door mechanism. She paused, mid-stroke, and Jago steadied her.
“Time for stage two,” he said. A long shadow fell over them. “She’s prepped,” he told Kriss.
“So’s the shower,” Kriss said. He leaned down and plucked Shayla off Jago as easily as he might pick up a child. Her aching legs unfolded, and she fumbled with her feet, finding the floor.
“There,” said Kriss. “You look quite hot and flushed. But I’m not gonna cool you down yet.”
She glanced at Jago, who was rising to his feet. “What’s happening?”
Kriss took her hand in his burly one and led her toward the side door. “Don’t go panicking. Jago and I have this planned out.”
Inside the bathroom, the spotlights were trained not on the mirror, but the vast glass-lined cubicle in the corner. The shower had multiple heads; she’d enjoyed the massaging effect several times. Today, though, it looked different.
Kriss nudged her forward. Jago joined them, keeping back by the door. “Don’t be afraid,” Jago said.
She tiptoed and noted that the flooring inside the cubicle had tiny bobbles, circling the drain hole. They weren’t there earlier. She pointed down. “What are they?”
“Anti-slip projections. They rise up when needed.” Kriss’s vagueness wasn’t helping. “Go to the wall, flat hands against it and lean. Stick out your fine ass for me to see.”
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rk in his eyes as she’d seen in Jago’s earlier. He was naked. His purple-veined cock seemed on fire with its glow. The rest of him was a picture of well-defined musculature, carved into flesh and wrapped in smooth skin. Not a hair on him, nothing but taut smoothness. He glistened. The alien in him obvious from crown to toe; no human shone like that. Then she realized he was slick with oil. It looked like he’d bathed in it.
He smiled, an afterthought perhaps, but the softened expression helped her feet move. She reached out and spread her fingers against the cool wall. No tiling, just polished concrete lacquered with something similar to glazing.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” she said, mouse-like.
Kriss trailed one of his fingers along her spine. Goosebumps followed in its track. When he reached her tailbone, he continued and dipped his finger between her cheeks and stopped at the tiny entrance. Very tiny, too tiny. She sucked in a breath. His intentions were now clear. Ass time, Alfraya used to call it jokingly. Ass time meant butt plugs: big or long, whatever shape they came in. Ass time meant hours of usage, but always plenty of lubrication and gentle encouragement for novices. This wasn’t going to be a lesson.
Jago stood next to her and picked up a shower attachment—a ball-shaped nozzle with several holes on one side. He switched the shower on and liquid squirted out, in spurts at first, then a steady stream flew out of the holes.
Shayla was mesmerized. It didn’t flow like water. The liquid possessed odd properties, like little lozenges, heavy and larger than normal droplets. The surface of the liquid reflected multiple colors and a rainbow formed within the spray. Then, she saw how it circled into the drain—not quickly, like water, but oozing almost. It formed a translucent film around her feet. She wriggled her toes and they stirred the gelatinous liquid. This stuff was definitely thicker than water.