All the brattiness has been soaped right out of me, though. I bite down obediently, and he rewards me with more praise. I drink it in hungrily, so focused on his words and on the feel of his arm still wrapped around me, having gone from cruel to comforting in a heartbeat, that I don’t notice his other hand reaching back to turn on the bathtub faucet.
That is, until he flips me over. My eyes widen when the tip of my nose touches water. Why the hell did he fill up the bathtub so much?
He runs his fingers up and down my spine, causing me to moan, his free hand positioning me so that I’m fully bent over the side of the bathtub with my thighs spread. My nose isfartoo close to the water for comfort. I shiver, my stomach clenching when I start to understand what he’s got planned.
“If it’s too much for you, baby, tap the side of the bathtub,” he murmurs, and I suddenly feel something cool and wet against my asshole. Then I hear his fly unzip and a moment later, his cock nudges against my bottom. “But whatever you do, ghost girl, don’t let go of that soap. Now hold your breath.”
My eyes widen, but before the words fully register, he’s gripping my hair and dunking me, while his cock breaches my ring of muscle.
“Mmmpphhhh!”
I don’t let go of the soap. Instead, I bite clean through it, choking it out and spluttering in the water while he fucks into me. But when he sees me gagging and gulping in water, he pulls me straight out, his cock still lodged between my cheeks.
“Let’s try that again,” he rasps. “Open up.”
I have no idea how he managed to get a new bar of soapwhile fucking my ass at the same time, but a second later, he’s pushing it in my mouth. At this point, my palate is starting to go numb, and I don’t gag when he makes me bite down on it.
“You okay, baby?” he murmurs, stroking the side of my face while I sag against the side of the tub.
“Mhm hmm,” I moan, feeling his cock twitch inside me.
I have no doubt that no matter how turned on he is, hewouldstop if I tapped the tub. But I like it when he pushes my limits. I want to follow him to wherever he wants to take me.
“That’s my good girl,” he croons. “Take a deep breath, now.”
This time, I manage to inhale oxygen through my nose, even though it sends soap suds choking into my throat, before he pulls me down in the water again, his fingers still fisting my hair. He keeps me under for what feels like an eternity while he pounds into my ass, and my hands automatically go to the sides of the bathtub, tensing around the edges. It takes everything I havenotto tap, but I don’t want it to stop. It’s torture, but I don’t want it to stop.
“Fuck, Lia!”
He pulls me out, letting me breathe and splutter again, before he once more pushes me into the water, his cock still driving into me at a punishing pace. I think he must have claimed my ass just as many times as my pussy, but I can never get used to it. It still hurts like hell every time, but I guess I reallyama pain slut. The pain only makes me that much more desperate for him.
At last I feel him tense, and he pulls me up by the hair one last time, his hot seed filling me. He pushes me onto the ground, dripping with water, and pulls out, then spreads my cheeks and looks at his arousal trickling out of me.
“Fuck,Lia,” he says again, lying down next to me and wrapping his arm around me. “Goddammit. You’re so fucking hot, baby.”
He removes the soap from my mouth and rewards me with a long kiss.
“How was that?”
I can’t tell what burns more—my ass or my mouth. My body feels limp, entirely depleted of energy, but my pussy is soaked, and I can only think of one thing.
“My turn now.”
He smiles and kisses me again. “You’re my good girl, Lia. My little crybaby. I love you, do you know that?”
“Yes, Logan.”
I let out a happy sigh when he spreads my legs, his mouth latching onto my bundle of nerves. He takes my clit between his teeth, rolling it and sending sparks of painful pleasure up my core, then sucks on it hard while he fills me with three fingers. It only takes a few pumps for me to come, shaking in the throes of a violent orgasm.
He picks me up and brings me to the bedroom, sopping wet, where he sets me down on the bed. Then he climbs on top of me. “How was that, baby? Ready for round two?”
“Yes, Logan. But maybe… maybe…” I moan loudly as he pinches my clit, teasing out more of the tingling sensation I’d thought had already died down. “Maybe… not the soap. At least, right away.”
He laughs. “Alright. I’ll let you off easy this time. But next time I hear you curse, you’re really going to get it.”
I shiver in anticipation. “What exactly do you mean byreally?”
Smirking, he bends down to kiss my belly button. “Well, ghost girl… I guess you’ll just have to find out.”