Wash

I turn the water on in the shower. The steam starts to fill the room. I inhale deeply as I turn down the lights. I let my body relax as I cut the water to the shower and start to fill the tub.

I begin to strip, paying attention to my body. He's marked it in many ways. Some more noticeable than others. I slip into the hot water and review today's encounter.

A smile crosses my lips as I roll my head and find his scent on my shoulder. I stop a moment and close my eyes, to breathe him. God he smell so fucking good. A growl escapes the back of my throat. Even though I ache, I want him again.

I find the bath scrub and soap and work up a lather. Across my breasts I find dried semen, evoking the memory of his fingers tangled in my hair. Holding my head. Pulling me as he came on my face and chest. My neck and hairline are tender from his handhold. Another reminder of the man whom commanded my body this afternoon.

I finished washing and took out my razor. As I worked the shaving gel over my legs I noticed the soreness in my wrists. I made a mental note to look for bruises tomorrow. Our time together was not of gentle lovers. This was a fuck. There is no other way to describe it. My arms crossed, pinned above my head, moving my hips violently to meet his every thrust.

Draining the water, I know that my arms will be stiff in a few hours. I had fought his restraining me. Pulled and pushed to escape. Of course I did not want him to let me go. The struggle against his control is part of the thrill.

Dried and dressed in a nightgown, I contemplate our next encounter. My body is thankful for the rest and time to recover. My mind is racing, excited to meet his next challenge.