I glance down. Gah! It is.
Not wasting a second, Brandon turns the water on full force.
“Aah!” I squeal. The basin doesn’t begin to fill. Instead, to my utter surprise and delight, powerful jets of warm water shoot upward, hitting my inflamed genitals.
I sigh loudly again. It feels amazing. Yes, the water is soothing, but it’s also stimulating my über-sensitive clit and sending jets of pleasure through my core.
Brandon breaks into a wide smile. “That feels good, n’est-ce pas?”
“Oui, oui, monsieur.” Holy cow! I’m totally getting off on it. I rock my hips to maximize the delicious sensation. My breathing grows erratic and little oohs and aahs clog my throat. Brandon’s eyes stay on me, his voyeuristic expression one of a man totally entertained.
“Jesus, Zoey. You’re f*ck
ing unbelievable.”
I flash a little smile at what I think is a compliment. My arousal is consuming me.
“My beauty, I’m going to watch you make yourself come. Hands behind your head.”
“I can’t use my fingers?”
He smirks. “Trust me, you won’t have to. Now, do it before I tie up those talented hands of yours.” With a wicked glint, he twists my skimpy panties into a rope. Holy shit! The kinky bastard definitely means business.
I do as I’m told, the sweet sensation of an orgasm already on the brink. The pressure’s building fast and furiously. My head rolls around like a rag doll’s as I get closer to the edge. The hem of my layered dress is getting soaked by the spray as is Brandon’s linen shirt, but I don’t give a damn. The relentless pressure between my legs mounts and my breathing grows more ragged, the moans and groans more vocal. More desperate until I can’t take it anymore and I’m crying, “Oh my God,” over and over. All hell breaks loose, and as waves of ecstasy crash through me, I sob out my orgasm. I think I’ve lost consciousness. My head hangs loosely between my legs with my arms limply beside them.
“Bravo!” A single word brings me back to the land of the living. I look up. Brandon’s hovering over me, grinning broadly.
“That was the most beautiful performance I’ve ever seen.”
I suppose I should get up and curtsey, but I don’t have the strength to stand. And even if I could, my legs would likely buckle. I don’t even have it in me to say thank you. Breathless, I simply twitch a small smile.
Brandon brushes back my hair, still damp from our swim, and then bends down to kiss my scalp. “How does your p*ssy
feel?”
I still can’t get my brain to communicate with my mouth.
“Answer me, Zoey.” That bossy voice again!
“Um, uh, excellent,” I finally manage. It really does feel less sore, but it’s still throbbing from my latest outrageous orgasm.
“Let me see.” Brandon takes a few steps back and casts his eyes on my cleft. A small but fiendish smile plays on his lips. “Much better. It’s still a little red but not as swollen. I’m tempted to take you right over the bidet.”
From behind? I gulp. I thought he wasn’t going to f*ck
me again. Every nerve ending buzzes. I can’t tell if it’s fear or excitement that’s making my heart pound. Climaxing from the bidet was mind-blowing, but climaxing with him is like falling off the edge of a cliff.
Brandon tugs at his lower lip with his thumb…that insanely sexy thing he does when he’s deep in thought. I wonder—what is he thinking?
“On second thought, sit. Relax. I’m going to draw us a bath.”
Catching my breath, I watch as he leaves me and rounds a blue mosaic partition. I notice for the first time he’s missing his belt. Guess he must have left it behind at the beach. I bet I’ll miss it more than he does. I close my eyes. The intense memory of that erotic experience unwinds in my head like a scene from a surreal movie, my still fiery ass a vivid reminder. Oh God, it hurt! As I relive it, every nerve ending along my flesh sparks as if there’s a live electrical wire running through the connective tissue of my body, especially the super-charged bundle of nerves between my legs. I hiss. To say I didn’t love it would be a lie. In my massage classes, I learned that pain can equal pleasure. What I experienced with Brandon was exquisite pleasure. There’s pain in love. And love in pain.
Brandon disappears from sight, but from where I sit, I can hear him turn on the water. It pours out full blast. While the water continues to gush, he returns to me. At the sound and scent of him, I snap open my eyes. He helps me off the bidet. Coming from that spread-legged position and my trance-like state, I’m hardly what you’d call graceful getting to my feet. He holds me steady, his hands on my waist. I fix my dress, remembering I’m pantiless, and then tug at his belt loops.
“You know, you left your belt at the beach.”