“Ahhh!” she screams. I lunge for the bathroom door to see her in the middle of the shower cubicle with Layton dousing her with ice cold water. She starts to shiver.
“Stop it,” I demand.
“Safe word?” Layton asks her.
She shakes her head, her soaking wet hair plastered to her face, her teeth chattering. The dildo slips out of her and hits the floor with a loud thud.
“Declan?” I turn to him in panic. She is freezing.
“Not for us to interfere,” he says. “She doesn’t want it to stop. She wants to be punished. Don’t worry about her. She knows when to call it quits.”
I inhale sharply. I’m so new to this world, while not completely oblivious to it, I definitely had no idea these things happened. I thought it was all whips and blindfolds.
“Are you going to be a good girl again?” Layton asks her.
“Y-y-yes, Master,” she chatters.
Layton turns off the tap and yanks a big, fluffy black towel off the heated rail. He bundles her up in it and gathers her to him, drying her off and then picking her up and carrying her back to the bedroom.
Once her body is dry, he whisks the towel away and picks up the knife again. “I don’t want you to come again until I say so,” he murmurs. “Next time, I will douse you with ice cold water and leave you outside for ten minutes in the freezing rain.”
She nods, her eyes full of a heated fear that shocks me. She is so turned on by this at the same time as being afraid of what will happen. It makes me hard again seeing her this way. Always so strong, she is now in a submissive position and she’s reveling in it.
“David,” Layton says steadily. “Come here.”
With my dick jutting out in front of me, and my pants around my ankles, I lumber forward.
“Go down on her,” he murmurs. “When she is about to come, stop and suck off Declan while she watches.”
I nod and drop to my knees. As much as I want to protect her, she doesn’t need or want it right now.
The only thing left to do is give her what she wants.