Chapter 19: Chapter 19

MYRA

~He has rules for me?~

“Rule number one: once it’s just you and I, you will surrender all control. I will be in charge of all your sexual releases; it’s a case of anytime, anywhere,” Sloan explained.

He moved to the spot over her pulse and tugged at her skin, sucking on the rhythmic beats.

The sensation he was creating caused Myra’s eyes to roll back as she stretched her neck, providing Sloan with more room.

~Another hickey.~ Myra licked her lips and belatedly nodded at his rule.

Sloan’s lips were generating pleasurable turmoil within her body, and Myra found it difficult to concentrate, let alone to keep her hands at her sides. She found herself moaning out her frustration, shamelessly.

“Rule number two: always remember that ~you~ have the power. If there is something you don’t wish to participate in, or you feel uncomfortable with, you will tell me and we will stop.”

Sloan released her neck and knelt before her, tugging the dress over her hips and head and letting it fall to the ground.

“And rule number three… Well, that rule will come later.” He smirked, kissing her stomach before standing up.

Myra resisted the urge to cover herself as Sloan’s eyes slowly drifted over her exposed skin. She could see them change in arousal as the gray in his eyes started to turn white.

“You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you…umm, sir?” she guessed, unsure about their roles in the bedroom.

Sloan growled, and Myra saw that her words only heightened his need for her. “As appealing as that sounds, I am not a dominant.

“Our relationship outside of the bedroom is a partnership, so you can continue to call me Sloan or any nickname you wish to give me…”

“Sloan,” she whispered, and his lips crashed against hers, taking her breath away.

His tongue ravished hers, tangling, swirling, and sucking. He lifted her slightly, and her legs unconsciously wrapped around his hips.

Not wanting to end the kiss, he blindly strode toward the bathroom. He entered the darkened room and, thankfully, the light sensors automatically switched on; he went straight into the shower stall.

Myra grunted when her back slammed into the cold stone of the shower wall. Sloan broke away from their kiss long enough to turn on the water before recapturing her lips.

The shock of ice-cold water cascaded down onto them, causing them to gasp but soon, the water temperature warmed, and steam began to build up.

“Your suit,” she tried to mutter against his kisses.

Sloan moved across her jaw and down her neck. “I can dry clean,” he answered.

Myra nodded and started unbuttoning the top of his shirt. She slowly moved from one button to the next, until Sloan’s patience ran out.

~Bingo!~ she thought, grinning to herself.

He placed her on the built-in wooden bench in the shower stall. Myra watched as he gripped the open ends of his shirt and ripped it open.

Myra bit her lip as her eyes raked over his wet body after Sloan quickly removed the soaked material and dropped it on the ground.

~Handcrafted by God himself.~ Myra was amazed. She had showered with him before, but he had always stopped her from seeing his naked body. ~Two…four…six…eight? An eight-pack plus a deep-defined V.~

“Do you like what you see?”

“Meh…,” she teased, and his hands stilled on the button of his pants. But the white fabric mixed with water left nothing to the imagination. His hardening cock stood out like a beacon inside of his tight pants.

“Meh? Meh…meh?” He tested the word and shook his head, dropping to his knees before her. “Meh is a three-letter word… So let’s start with three and see how ‘meh’ your mate is.”

He pulled Myra’s hips to the edge of the bench and swiftly ripped her thong off.

“Three wha…ahh!!” she started to ask, but Sloan threw her legs onto his shoulders and latched on to her pierced clit.

She felt a smile on his face the moment he felt the piercing against his tongue.

“Naughty girl. I like it,” he chuckled, rolling the piercing between his thumb and forefinger. Myra moaned with desire.

She reached out her hands to run them through his hair but stopped when she remembered the rules.

Sloan chuckled and moved his head back down to her clit.

His tongue danced across the tight bud before he pulled the small bar-pierced bead into his mouth, sucking on it.

Myra moaned at the tingling sensation he was creating. It felt like her body was a finely tuned instrument that only Sloan knew how to play expertly. Her head fell back against the wall and her fingers tangled in his wet hair.

She ground her hips into his mouth as he alternated between sucking and licking her clit. She was almost blindsided by the orgasm that appeared out of nowhere.

Her moans got louder the higher her orgasm climbed. Just as she was about to tumble over the edge into blissful completion, Sloan moved away.

“Wha—Why did you stop?”

“One.” He smirked, stood up, and wiped the sweat and steamy condensation from his brow before finishing the removal of his pants. “Two more to follow.”

“But I… But you…” Confusion laced her voice as he turned in to the falling water and allowed it to rain down over him.

She was panting heavily from the receding sensation of her failed orgasm while her body tried to cool itself down. “Two more what?”

“You are a smart woman…figure it out.” He winked.

Myra huffed out her frustration. “Fine! I will take matters into my own hands.”

“You do that and there will be serious repercussions, far worse than orgasm denial,” Sloan threatened.

Myra’s hands were frozen, inches over her clit, and she gazed up at him, weighing her options. Sloan arched one of his eyebrows, daring her to disobey.

Her eyes dropped to his cock, which stood at attention against his stomach, and she licked her lips hungrily. He mischievously shook his head, then nodded when her hand slowly moved away from her lightly throbbing organ.

He held out his hand, silently calling her to him.

“Come here…,” he ordered. “What’s rule number one?”

“Umm…it’s ummm…” ~Crap, I forgot.~

Before she could school her facial expressions, Sloan smiled wickedly. She got up and placed her hand in his.

“Hmm…do I have to remind you?” He pulled her under the falling water.

She swallowed hard as his wicked hands roamed over her wet body.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

Myra slowly turned around and did as instructed. He then crowded her back so that her front was plastered against the wall. She felt his hand slowly run down her wet back and over the curve of her butt.

His hand disappeared for a bit, and she felt the stinging sensation of his palm striking her butt.

“Oooo…,” she moaned, biting her lip.

She felt him move to her other butt cheek and deliver another stinging spank, then massage the tender globes as he whispered into her ear, “You taste divine, my sweet mate…”

Suddenly two of his fingers plunged deep into her core. Myra gasped loudly, and her hands slipped off the wall.

“Keep your hands on the wall,” Sloan growled, nipping at her earlobe. Myra whimpered and ground herself on his fingers. She closed her eyes and hummed when his fingers started moving in her, at varying speeds.

She felt the familiar tingles of her fast-approaching orgasm as it returned with a vengeance. Her breathing increased as she chased the impending release.

She felt her wet hair being moved off her shoulder and Sloan’s lips and tongue licking up and down the curve of her neck. His fingers slowed, and he started to withdraw them, so she tightened her core muscles around his digits.

“Please…,” she begged.

“Fuck it!” he exclaimed, roughly gripping her chin; Myra gasped when his canines sunk into the flesh of her neck.