My fingers go back to the gentle rhythm of washing her hair. “How different?”
“Real life is more powerful, more intense, more…overwhelming.” She glares at me. “And it hurts.”
“Pain is a catalyst to pleasure.” I grab the showerhead and start to rinse the shampoo off her hair. “You could’ve stopped it if it got to be too much.”
“Nah.” She leans against my hand, rubbing herself on me like a kitten. “I like the pain, but only if you give me baths like this afterward.”
“Just so you know, I won’t be going easy on you.”
She blinks the water out of her eyes and rolls them. “Never expected you to, sadist.”
A smile twitches my lips.
“Look. You’re even being all happy about it.” She glances at me over her shoulder. “Did you know that you’re the most amicable after you inflict pain? Not sure if I should be glad or freaked out about that tidbit.”
“I vote for the second.”
“My Tchaikovsky. You’re so cutthroat.”
My good humor vanishes. “What the fuck did I say about worshiping that composer?”
Her eyes widen and she slams her fingers against her lips. “Sorry, I forgot.”
“Next time, I’ll put you on my lap.”
“Yes, sir,” she mocks.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Don’t you guys like being called Sir or Master?”
“Not me, and not with you.”
“Good, because I prefer Creigh.” She grins, so widely, so happily, that I want to devour that smile.
Andher.
I want to flog her, spank her, bend her on the edge and fuck her over and over until she’s screaming my name.
It takes all my control to get up. “I’ll leave you to it.”
A small hand catches mine, pulling me to a stop.
Her innocent expression fills my vision as she murmurs, “Do you have to go?”
“I can’t just stay and watch you.”
“You totally can.” She splashes the water in the opposite direction with her foot. “You can also join me.”
I revel in the sight of her victorious grin when I turn around. Those inquisitive eyes of hers watch me openly as I slide down my boxers and kick them away.
She studies my every move, and it’s no different than if she were digging her sharp nails and teeth into my flesh.
I’ve never been so proud of my physique as I am in this moment where Annika watches me as if I’m her custom-made god.
My cock hardens at her attention, demanding a second round of fucking her brains out.
I force myself to sit in the lukewarm water opposite her instead.