Pearl Drops

The hot water cascaded over her tired, achy body. Samantha leaned into the torrent coming from the wide shower head and glanced out the steamed glass pane.
She was alone.

She knew her Master waited for her to be in their room before he would come down the stairs, but the heat of the water as it caressed every inch of her skin tempted her to linger.

She needed to relax, to let go of the stress from the day before anything else could happen.
Samantha turned the tap and pressed a lever, forcing the water to pound her body with more force. She groaned as the curve of her back was massaged by the shower head at the other end of the stall. She leaned her hands against the wall and closed her eyes as her body relaxed and gave into the sensations. Her mind wouldn’t stop. The whirlwind of recalling the events from that took place in the interrogation room slammed into her. Doubts about her performance, misgivings on how she’d handled her latest court case surfaced.

Sam shook her head. No, she wouldn’t think about that. She’d come home because she needed him. She needed him to erase the doubts. To extinguish her feeling of failure. His mastery was the only thing that could.

She breathed in deep and caught a whiff of her Master’s scent. The soap he used was close, that’s what she must have smelled.

A smile settled on her face. Imagining the touch of his hands on her skin, the feather light kisses he would trail down her body, the way he would mould her breasts in his hands as his cock pushed into the crevice of her ass had her vagina throbbing. She wanted his hard cock to slide inside of her. She squeezed her thighs together at the thought.

She craved his touch and wanted nothing more than for him to join her in the shower.

“Samantha.”

She uttered a small cry as before straightening. She started to turn towards him but stopped at the light touch of his hand on her shoulder.

“No. Face the wall. Keep your eyes closed.” His stern voice swept over her and goosebumps covered her skin.

Sam slowly turned in the shower until she knew she faced the wall as he’d commanded. His body blocked the water from the one end of the stall and a cool breeze stroked her skin before she heard the suction of the glass door close.

A nervous flutter settled in her stomach. Normally these roles were only played out in their private room. She always came down first, had her shower and then waited on her stool for him to join her.

This was new territory. She heard the change in his voice when he said no. Controlling. Demanding.

Sexy as hell.

Here, there was no blindfold. No safety net for Samantha to fall back on. The thought turned her on even more.