Chapter Ten

Cleaned and Dirtied

Ella

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

That hadn’t been the answer she’d expected when she’d confessed her vulnerability, but something in his tone goaded the woman she once was. She did want to be clean. It had been days since she’d shaved and showered. Days since she’d been able to wash her hair. Days since she’d felt like herself.

His suggestion sounded wonderful.

“Yes, please, sir.” She rose from her stool as he left his, her pulse picking up its pace even though nothing more illicit had been mentioned than the chance to use his bathroom and finally access hot water.

“This way.” He signaled for her to reenter the plush hallway.

She followed his tread on the deep-pile carpet. Her toes sank between its fibers, receiving a well-needed massage after the many hours she’d been barefoot in the boots. Inhaling at the sensation, she watched as he pushed open another door. She moved to join him, and glancing around his body, she took in the look of what constituted his bathroom. Her jaw dropped at the sight.

The room was utterly gigantic and seemed to be decked in the same bountiful marble the kitchen enjoyed. Two huge bay windows allowed plenty of light to spill into the space, illuminating the vast free-standing, roll-top bath at the far end and the elevated area on which it stood proudly. Her focus traveled closer to where they waited in the doorway, acknowledging the toilet before she took in the massive walk-in shower that dominated the other half of the room. The unit looked larger than most people’s entire bathrooms. The fancy facilities were finalized by the twin basins plumbed into the left-hand side of the space. Matching towels and rugs in royal blue hues were draped variously around the place, completing its breathtaking finesse.

Ella had grown up in a home with numerous plush bathrooms, each larger than the last, with opulent amenities, but she’d never seen anything as magnificent as this. Not even the suite she’d enjoyed at The Savoy could rival it.

“Here you are.” He signaled to the array of bathing options. “Help yourself, little girl. I promise each faucet has running hot water.”

“This is gorgeous, sir.” She wasn’t lying as she stepped past him, her expression presumably as awe-struck as she felt. Her feet were cold against the marble floor, but she hardly noticed as she looked around. “Thank you.”

“You’re the gorgeous one, little girl.” The warmth in his voice snapped her back to the reality of the strong and sexy man who’d ruled her with an iron fist since she’d woken up in the woods.

The hungry look in his eyes stirred the animal he’d elicited in the cabin. She sensed her accelerating heart rate as she moved toward him, still unsure why a man old enough to be her father was so enthralling, but knowing she didn’t care. Tucker had helped her to feel things that she’d never even known existed before they’d met.

There was no coming back from passion like that.

“Thank you, sir. I can’t wait to shower.” She inhaled as she mentally imagined how the warm water would feel running over her weary body. Before they’d arrived, she’d envisioned taking a bath, but it was the huge shower that captured her focus now. In her mind’s eye, she saw his impressive physicality in the water with her, his huge hands running over her skin as the downpour covered them both. “Would you care to join me?”

What are you doing?

Whatever rational part of her brain remained intact chided her, urging her to be sensible, but that facet was easily subdued by her raging libido. Drunk with the arousal simmering in her veins, she knew she wanted him again—wanted to feel him on her, in her, and all around her—maybe more than she even wanted to be clean.

“You want me to shower with you?”

There was no insecurity in his tone, but she couldn’t detect conceit, either. Glee, perhaps? He was obviously happy at her suggestion, but she couldn’t decipher what other emotions she heard there. Her own rising excitement was making it difficult to think.

“Yes, please.”

Her throat dried as she stared into his big blue eyes. She’d seen him without those clothes and knew how muscular his body was. She also knew how capable he could be. Desire pooled between her legs at the intoxicating thought of ‘getting wet with him.’

“You bet.” He kicked the door closed with his foot. “Get those clothes off while I warm up the shower.”

“Yes, sir!”

She feigned a salute as she tugged her attire from her limbs and up over her head. By the time she heard the first shot of water racing from the showerhead, her heart was pounding with eagerness. Tucker had managed to strip out of his own clothes in less time than it had taken her to disrobe, and glancing just beyond her feet, she found them there in a pile.

“I’m ready, sir.” She was almost coy as she stepped toward the enormous cubicle, her arm covering her nipples as she eyed the multiple jets of water. She’d expected the masses of steam that the rainfall shower head produced but hadn’t realized there were other jets positioned all around the shower.

Tucker moved, blocking a number of those jets with his hard body as he permitted the rushing torrent to soak his hair and run down along his angular lines. His not-insignificant cock was semi-aroused as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back to relish the deluge. For one glorious moment, she just stood there, enjoying his performance. Her stare drilled into him, scanning his nudity as though the man had hypnotized her. By the time he opened his eyes and stepped in her direction, she was practically breathless.

“You are more than ready.” His mouth stretched into a wide smile. “In you come.” He offered her his palm, supporting her as she stepped into the warm atmosphere the shower’s steam had created.

“This is amazing.” Her eyes felt as wide as saucers as she breathed in the steam and stepped under the main showerhead. The warm water cascaded down on her, and she moaned happily as it poured over her skin.

“There is something wonderful about this shower.” He flattened her hair down her shoulders, his touch like electricity on her skin. “There’s shampoo and conditioner on a shelf over there.”

Her eyes followed his finger to the shelf he meant. “Thank you, sir. I’d love to wash my hair.” She walked the short distance to the shelf, surveying the choices. It didn’t surprise her that every label was a top-of-the-range hair product. “You keep these here even though you don’t usually live here?”

She peered back over her shoulder to find his knowing smile. His cock had thickened since she’d last seen it, the organ bobbing with an urgency of its own.

“I keep my homes well-stocked.” Stepping out from under the main shower head, he flicked the water from his hair.

“Good thinking.” She selected a shampoo and conditioner from the impressive range and wandered closer to where he stood.

A part of her considered forgetting her hair and wrapping her fingers around his shaft instead. Ella remembered how good it had felt inside her, and she wanted a reprise, but the desire to be thoroughly cleaned taunted. This was her first chance in days. Who knew when there would be another one?

“Allow me, little girl.” He reached for her choices, eyeing the bottles quickly before he placed one on the ground by his feet.

“You want to wash my hair, sir?” She’d never contemplated anyone expediting the task since her mother had helped her as a small girl.

“I’d love to.” He ran his tongue over his teeth, the deed somehow predatory despite the fact he’d been nothing short of a gentleman since they’d fled the cabin. “Turn around.”

She obeyed unthinkingly, unable to recall another time she’d been so mesmerized by a man. Her breaths came fast as he poured the first lotion onto the crown of her hair and slowly worked the shampoo into a lather. The feeling of his fingers on her scalp was surprisingly soothing, as was the smell of sandalwood that rose in the steam.

“How’s that?” His soft tone matched the easy pace of his fingers as he massaged her.

“So good.” Her response was a sigh, her eyes falling closed as she breathed in the spicy scent. Somewhere in her brain, she acknowledged it as the same spicy aroma she’d noticed at the cabin, but the feel of his fingers overawed the thought. “Thank you, sir.”

“Excellent.” His digits departed from her hair, but before she could rue their loss, they slid around her middle as he moved in behind her.

A gasp escaped her lips as his cock slipped between her ass cheeks, and his hands rose to cradle the weight of her breasts. The touch of his body against hers was exquisite, and with the constant running warmth offered by the shower, there seemed no end to the ecstasy they could create together.

“I want this to be good for you.”

“Oh God.” Her lips parted reflexively.

She was losing control again. The same way she’d done in the cabin when she’d consented to their sexual escapades, yet even in acknowledging the alleged errors, she realized she didn’t regret them.

Tucker had been brutal. He’d pushed past her boundaries at times and taken her right to the brink, but he’d also bestowed the type of pleasure she’d only thought had been possible in fiction. She couldn’t imagine walking away from him and risking never experiencing that desire again. It was the reason she’d wanted to stay with him, even when the possibility of Alexander taking her home had been bandied.

She couldn’t give this up.

“I know.” His digits brushed over her tightening buds, lengthening them between his thumb and finger and sending a shot of fresh arousal flying around her body. “You have amazing tits.”

“Fuck.” She arched against him, silently inviting his shaft to spear her. She’d never longed for anything more intensely.

“Look how well they respond to my touch.” His voice was a growl as he slowly steered her in the direction of one of the nearby jets. “I bet they’ll like this, too.”

He edged her closer to the spray, his body cajoling her to inch forward until the closest fountain landed directly on her stiffened nipple. The torrent rained over her sensitive flesh, his strong arms holding her in place as she registered its force.

“Ow!” She fought against the stream at first, panting as her brain initially processed the sensation as hurt. Then, as she yielded, her mind accepted what should have been clear from the beginning—the experience was insanely erotic. The jet of water seared her skin with an animal intensity, and the fact he ensured she couldn’t resist it drove her even closer to hedonism.

“Never mind, ‘ow.’” His lips lowered to her nape, nuzzling the side of her neck as he steered her body around so the other nipple could receive the same treatment. “I’m going to wake up all your senses, little girl.”

“Sir, please.” She leaned away from his mouth, exposing more of her neck to him. Each kiss was the perfect tonic as her breast endured the sensual water torture.

“What?” He chuckled, presumably well aware of what she wanted.

“Please, fuck me.”

She didn’t care how needy she sounded or that her hair was still full of suds, and she hadn’t even thought to shave yet. All she could think about was having his swelling dick own her once again, this time in the confines of his perfect shower.

The only thing that mattered was Tucker doing what he did best—taking control of her and making her feel alive.

“Ella.” He maneuvered her away from the shower glass and back under the torrent. “Close your eyes.”

She held her breath as the water washed away the shampoo suds before he guided her in the direction of the wall. Pressing her palms against the cool tile, she arched her back as he nudged her ankles apart with his foot.

“You make me so fucking hard.” His breath was warm against the side of her face.

“I’m glad.” She risked a smile at him as she peered over her shoulder. “Are you, sir?”

He raised his palm, answering her with one sharp swat to her prone backside. Her mouth fell open at the sting, the echo ringing in her ears as he landed another three hard strikes to her exposed ass.

“Yes.” She bit back on her moan as she rested her forehead against the white tile. “Spank me, sir.”

On some level, she scarcely recognized herself. Where was the woman who’d been so outraged when he’d first tipped her over his lap for an impromptu punishment? Where was the one who needed to be tied to contain her? This version of Ella yearned for his authority and seemed to bloom with each smack.

“I’ll fucking spank you when you deserve it, little girl.” His palm stretched out over her cheeks, pressing down toward her needy sex. Her breath caught as his finger slid beneath her and teased her bud. Tucker, it seemed, knew what she wanted better than she did. “Don’t you worry about that. But remember, a spanking is over my knee. This is just a little pain to warm you up.”

“Oh.” She ground her hips back against his hand, frantic for the stimulation. “Yes, please.”

“Stick that ass out.” He moved behind her, his voice a snarl in her ear. She complied immediately, not wanting to do anything to jeopardize the looming pleasure. “Do you need the pain, little girl?”

There were no thoughts of what was deserved as she replied, only the promise of gratification to come. She wanted an orgasm, and she knew Tucker had the means to provide it.

“Yes, sir.” She pushed her ass out toward him as if to prove the point. “Please punish me.”

His hand withdrew, crashing back to her sex a moment later. She groaned as the warmth of the strike spread around the area, cognizant of how horny she was and how few swats it would take to topple her.

“Naughty. Little. Girl.” He punctuated each word with a new spank.

Her breath quickened as her throbbing clit ratcheted the tension even higher. She was close, so fucking close to coming apart, and after that, he could fuck her all the way to next week as far as she was concerned.

“Oh God.”

She was practically bent at the middle as she received the next flurry of swats, hinged at the hips as her lips parted. Each strike branded fire across her aching sex, and every time he grazed her clit, she wanted to scream with relief.

Yes! The word screamed out in her head. Yes, yes, yes!

She lost count of the smacks in her head, her eyes falling closed as the pressure in her body finally peaked.

“Fuck!” Her knees buckled as desire tore through her, and for one protracted second, she thought she’d slump to the shower floor. His enormous hands steadied her, though, one arm catching her under her hips and holding her as her body pulsed with pleasure.

“Get back against the wall,” he ordered, propping her up and ensuring her hands were flat against the tiles. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, little girl.”

Lost in a haze of desire, she could only smile as he speared her, his cock sliding deep into her pussy as though it remembered the way.

“Fuck.” She whispered the word as he pushed her flat against the wall and slammed his shaft back inside her. Or perhaps she only heard it in her head as, one by one, his thrusts lunged her closer to rapture. In the end, she couldn’t process any thought at all.

The relentless rain of the shower, the last conscious acknowledgment there was, was soon drowned out by the sounds of their wet flesh colliding.