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He pauses, closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths. “I don’t want you to say another word until I tell you. Don’t fucking test me on this, Little Bird.” He moves swiftly to the shower, sticking his hand under the stream to test the temperature and then gestures me in.
Stripping his pants off, Jasper steps in behind me, pushing me under the rainfall. I stick out my lip in a pout, not wanting to get rid of my body paint just yet. I barely had enough time to appreciate it.
And Cole didn’t get to see it in the light at all…
Chapter 13
Jasper
Anger pulses through me, boiling to a point where it’s getting hard to control. It’s not that I’m pissed she killed someone. On the contrary. Her serial killer tendencies are something I love about her. It’s also not the fact they rubbed blood on each other. We all have kinks, I’m not one to shame.
No. What infuriates me is their lack of consideration for us finding them covered in blood. They might be psychopaths and not understand natural human emotions, but they sure as hell need to think about their family and what we go through in that kind of situation.
And there’s only one way to get through to my little bird. She needs to experience the biting punishment for it to stick in her head.
The water at our feet quickly turns to pink, the blood already washing away. This is only the start of what I’ll do to make sure the lesson sinks in. Not being able to bask in her deviant behavior will cut deep.
Pressing my hand to the center of her back, I make sure the shower head sprays directly on the top of her head, rinsing the blood from her hair as well. This shower isn’t the size I’m used to, doesn’t have the luxurious amenities of the mansions I own. But it’ll certainly do for what I want.
My little bird doesn’t move. She simply stands in the stream of water. As I reach for the shampoo, I catch her side profile. There’s a pitiful frown pulling at her plump lips, and her gorgeous eyes are closed. This might be the most genuine sadness she’s felt in a long time.
With a squirt of the bottle in my hand, I spread the soap and run it through my girl’s hair. This might be a punishment, but I won’t pass up a chance to force some softness on her. And let's be honest, no bitch in this universe can honestly say she doesn’t enjoy her hair being washed.
The only reaction I get from her is the tilt of her head, giving me better access. After rinsing her hair and adding conditioner to the ends, I lather my hands with body wash. There’s nothing I love more than touching my woman’s body. Well… aside from making her come.
I start from the top, my hands wrapping around her neck and squeezing. It’s only enough to tease her, to let her know I’m here and have her life in my hands. Enough to make her pulse speed up and pound against my grip.
Swaying a little closer, I press my chest against her back, wanting to experience every hint of what’s going on inside her body. It’s how I feel the hitch of her breath when my thumbs glide against her jaw, removing the remnants of her fun with Cole.
Next, I symmetrically run my hands along her body, sliding my palms from her neck down to her collarbones, slipping over the length of her arms, tracing my touch everywhere I find red. Which is basically every inch, making sure I wash her thoroughly.
I can’t help but watch my hands from over her shoulder when I make it to her amazing tits. The silken lather of the soap allows me to fluidly slip my hands over her soft as fuck skin to cradle them in my palms, testing the weight of their perfect shape. I swear I love every inch of her.
It’s hard for me to not do what I want. To tease her nipples and kiss along her neck. To savor her body now that she’s in my arms. But she doesn’t deserve that right now. I’ve forgotten myself and the lesson I came to teach. Gritting my jaw, I wipe my hands mechanically over her tits and continue methodically washing her until there isn’t a trace of red on the front of her body.
Pink suds pop against the back of my hand, something I’m sure she’d love to play with if given the chance. I make sure she notices before I flick my hand, flinging them to the floor and rinsing whatever remains in the water.
A low moan of disappointment sounds in the back of her throat, but she keeps her lips tightly pinched closed knowing I’m dead fucking serious about not wanting to hear anything coming out of her.
You’d think seeing less and less blood covering her body would help my anger dissipate. But it’s the opposite for some odd reason. Though none of that matters when I grip her shoulders and shove her forward, displaying her back as she’s bent over.
“Hands on the wall, Little Bird. And so help me god, you better keep them there.” I’m almost tipped past the point of no return when she doesn’t say yes sir in the silent pause after my command. Then I remember. Half of me is tempted to give her the order to say it, but a wiser half knows I can’t handle it right now.
Another wave of fury passes over me, and I snatch the bottle of body wash and squeeze way too much over her back and exposed ass. Of course, it’s immediately rinsed away where the water sprays on her, leaving behind clean splotches where the soap landed.
If I wasn’t so angry, I’d admire how it adds a new layer to the shapes of smudges on her skin. Lighter and darker patches of blood… But I don’t. I erase every discolored memory of her night until I’m left with a clean Little Bird. My hands slip over her curves, creating suds as I go over each area repetitively until her skin is ready and waiting for my marks.
My hand tingles with anticipation. My cock is hard as fuck knowing what’s about to happen.
I give myself five seconds of rubbing my hands over her ass, kneading it in my grip. One because I want the enjoyment of touching her; but more importantly, because I need to get the blood flow circulating in her skin before I lay into it.
Her ass has been constantly on the back of my mind ever since I spanked her in the shooting range. So supple and firm. The way they fill her jeans perfectly to where I want to take a bite out of one of her juicy peaches.
When I’ve warmed her up enough, I slap her ass. The water amplifies the impact, leaving tiny prickles in my hand. My little bird rocks up on her toes, not having expected the slap, which makes it even more satisfying.
It doesn’t take me long to set a rhythm of alternating patterns. Hard slaps, soft ones, soothing rubs to the area and varying lengths of time between them. Her ass slowly becomes red again, the color more to my liking than it was before.
A sharp whine sounds after my hand lands again. I can’t fault her for it, my palm has stinging needles poking into it like angry hornets. Her legs tremble, giving away that she’s near her limit, even if she’s being strong and trying to hide it. I’m sure with how heated her ass is, it’s getting overstimulated with the temperature and sensation of the water rushing over her skin.
I can’t help but groan as I admire my work. But it all means nothing if she hasn’t learned her lesson. “Why are you being punished, Little Bird?” I ask, grabbing the soap once more. I choose not to use it yet. Not until I know if she needs a few more reminders of being more considerate towards those who love her.
She takes in a shuddering breath. No matter the level of grip she has on emotions, she can’t ignore the reactions of her body. “I’m sorry, J. I didn’t think outside of what was happening in the moment. I don’t like scaring you like that. I won’t do it again.” Her words are choppy with the endorphins flooding her body. But I enjoy every fucking one of them.
And honestly, her using a nickname for me makes the remaining anger vanish in a cartoon-like poof. It’s nice to see the evidence of me melting her frigid walls.
“Hmm…” I continue to run my hands over her ass. There’s a chance I might be obsessed with it. I turn over the soap and squirt some on her. At the same time I say, “Seems like you still need to be washed in a few places, naughty girl.”
Little Bird sucks in a sharp breath and wiggles her ass. “Please,” she begs, but I have a feeling she’ll be changing her tune when she finds out I won’t be letting her come.
Gathering some of the soap with my thumb, I take it to her crack. Spreading her cheeks with my hands, I run the wash up and down. When there are little bubbles decorating her skin, I slick the pad of my finger over her tight ring of muscles.
My girl lets out an encouraging moan, shifting her hips like she’s trying to get more pressure. I continue, tracing the outside, then gliding side to side, ensuring to make gentle contact.
“Yes, J. Just like that,” she whimpers. I love that she’s so insatiable. Although she needs to be if she wants to keep up with four men. Her hand reaches between her legs, moving to her clit.
When she’s almost there, I harshly grab her arm. “Did I say you could touch that?”
Her head shakes and the hand holding her against the wall slips a few inches. I bend over her body, my finger adding pressure against her hole, yet not allowing myself to sink into her. The muscles flutter and wink at me, inviting me to do more.
“Then I suggest you don’t move until I tell you to. That is, unless you want me to stop,” I whisper gruffly in her ear.
Standing, I continue gliding over her asshole, teasing all the sensitive nerve endings until I’m confident she’s about to come, and then I stop. My little bird whines. “Shh,” I soothe, but I have no plans to give her what she wants. Instead, I spread her cheeks wide and watch her hole dance for me until it stops.
After she seems to have backed away from that precarious edge, I use my finger to warm her up again, running circles over the rim, but this time, when she whimpers, I slide my finger inside. There’s a slight resistance before it gives way and her hips thrust, trying to get me to sink all the way in.
I slap her sensitive ass, the crack of the contact getting swallowed by the crashing of the water on the tile. She yelps and jerks her body in surprise. “Sorry, sorry. I won’t do it again,” she says, hedging off my incoming threat.
Not wanting to resume right away, I leave my finger in her ass, knowing the non movement will drive her nuts. I know if I wait long enough, she’ll fuck up, giving me the perfect opportunity to drag this out even longer.
Sure enough, about thirty seconds later—which I’m sure felt like an hour to her—she gives me an impatient whine. The moment I hear it, I slide my finger free and shove her ass toward the narrow bench at the back of the stall.
“Take a seat and spread your legs,” I command her. She quickly does as I say, putting herself on display without a complaint. She licks her lips, staring at my cock. I love how much she wants me. Not able to help myself, I grip her chin, tilting it until her eyes meet mine. The stringy strands of her wet hair frame her features and mascara is smeared under her eyes. My cock twitches at the sight. It’s close to a perfectly wrecked blowjob face, but now I’m motivated to get it all the way there.
“Sir?” she asks, fluttering her eyelashes like she’s so fucking innocent. Blood rushes to my cock, making it ache. It has a mind of its own, doesn’t matter if we’re on a mission here or not. He wants our girl.
Unable to ignore it, I grip the base, giving a few thrusts with my hand to satiate it for a few more minutes.
“Spread your lips for me, I want to see.” She bites her lip, giving me a saucy smile, then drags her hand over her body until her fingers reach that tight little cunt. She knows better than to play with herself, promptly splitting them open into a V shape opening that pretty pussy for me.
The moment her folds are exposed, my suspicions are confirmed. It’s been hidden away until now, her lips protecting them from the water trailing down her body. “Such a dirty, dirty girl, Little Bird. Stay like that. Don’t you dare move.”
Reaching behind me, I turn on the detachable shower head and switch the stream to the most powerful steady rhythm. The sound of it hitting the tile reminds me of a power washer. It has to be equally as forceful as a fire hose. The moment I test it, my hand is pushed away. Perfect.
I don’t give her a warning, but I’m sure she knows it’s coming. I place the unrelenting rush of water directly over her clit. Her body instinctively jumps and her muscles tense, keeping her in place. Her eyes close and the corners form tiny wrinkles, wincing. At the same time, she gives me a confused whimper. It’s the only sign of the pleasure and pain working in tandem.
It doesn’t take long before her legs are shaking, her nipples are incredibly hard peaks and she’s almost constantly whimpering. She’s opened her eyes again, the glassy orbs fixated on me. “Oh, fucking shit dammit.” I can’t help but smile at her cursing.
“Do you like that, Little Bird?” She nods her head, but I’m not happy enough with her answer to let it go. “Tell me. Use your words.”
Her gaze blinks closed for a second before they find me again, a whimpering moan sliding past her lips. “It’s like the time Vander used the knife's edge on me, sharp and unforgiving. But in between bursts of cutting water, it’s like a massager, grinding into my clit so sweetly it keeps edging me closer to—”
She cuts off, her eyelids fluttering like they want to close, and her mouth hangs open. I’ve seen the expression enough times to know she’s a split second away from coming. With a flick of my wrist, I remove the spray, listening as it beats against the tile again.
An incredulous cry fills the stall, but it does nothing to sway me. Her brow furrows and her eyes narrow on me. Her fury is adorable, something I wouldn’t dare tell her. My cock jerks, wanting attention, but I continue to ignore it to the best of my ability. It’s a feat when I’m around my little bird.
Instead, I focus on her cunt, watching her muscles twitch with denial. When she calms, I move the spray to her entrance, making sure their fun is fully rinsed out. Raven twitches, her body giving away how much she enjoys it.
Not yet, my pretty.
It only takes me one step to close the distance between us and to grip her wet strands in my fist. Raven doesn’t give me any resistance when I drag her from the thin seat and force her to her knees.
“Suck my dick, Little Bird,” I demand. “I want you to choke on it.”
She meets my gaze, kneeling on the wet tile as the water pounds on my back, working my muscles. The little vixen folds her hands on her lap, blinks a drop of water from her eyelashes, and the brat fucking smirks.
The pink tip of her tongue glides along her bottom lip, making my cock jump. “Make me, Jasper.”
A growl rips out of my throat, images flashing to mind. She wants me to force her? I hope she knows what she’s asking for, because that's exactly what I’m going to do. I grab her head with both hands, holding her firmly between them, giving her no room to move freely.
“Stick your tongue out.” She does what I say, and by the sparkle in her eyes, I know she’s loving me being in control.
I force her head into my groin, shifting my hips to make her lick the length of my cock. When we get to the tip, she instinctively closes her lips around it and flicks her tongue back and forth over the precum clinging there. The moan she gives me, and the way her eyelashes flutter, make me almost snap. I barely hold on to enough thought to not slam so hard into her that I break her nose.
Her tongue smoothes over my aching head, round and round making my balls tingle. Goddamn it. I won’t last long at this rate. Not with how much I want her. This is probably a good thing. Feed her my load now so I’ll have more endurance later.
My hands glide over her wet hair, briefly making me wish it was dry—there’s nothing like running your fingers through your girl’s silky strands—and brace my hands on either side of her head. I might be fixing to viciously face fuck her, but I don’t want her getting injured.
And then I shove myself into her mouth. I don’t stop until her lips touch the base of my cock, her throat surrounding me, taking me so well without her having a gag reflex. She’s used to taking us this deep, but I wonder how she’ll do with breath control. Building myself up with a few strokes, I pause with my cock stuffed in her throat.
It takes a surprisingly long time before she starts shifting around, experiencing the beginning stages of oxygen deprivation. The muscles in her neck ripple massaging my cock, encouraging me to come. Little Bird brings her hand to my balls, manipulating them between her fingers, and a vibration travels through my shaft.
I’m not sure if she’s moaning with desire, whimpering because she can’t breathe, or simply making sounds in hopes that I’ll come. But in any case, I love it. She’s the perfect little deviant to my fucked up heart.
Not wanting her to pass out, I slide my cock out, giving her only a fraction of a second to gasp, and I’m shoving it back in. Over and over across her tongue and into her throat, I drill my cock into her until my legs are shaking and there’s a tingle in the base of my spine from holding back.
“Don’t you dare swallow,” I growl, leaving the tip of my cock pressed against her tongue, her wet mouth surrounding me so fucking perfectly.
Fisting her chin, I gaze into her beautiful watery blue eyes, letting them suck me in. “Show me.” Her mouth opens, giving me the most hypnotizing view of my cum pooled inside. “Now spit it in your hand and spread it over my cock. I want to watch you lick it clean.”
A shiver runs down her spine, her body shaking with it as she moans in delight. She’s so damn depraved. Loves it when we’re dirty as fuck with her. Her hand comes to mine where I’ve forgotten to release her. When I do, she gives me a sinful grin, puckering her lips to slowly spill my seed into her palm. Why is that so hot? The sight makes my barely softening cock jump back to life, blood rushing once more until it’s uncomfortably hard.
She brings her cupped hand to my balls, dipping them in my cum like she’s dipping a tea bag in and out of water. No, my comparison isn’t lost on me.
Her gaze fixates on my cock like she can’t wait to devour it—on her terms this time. She bites her lip and uses her other hand to stick it straight out. She’s so close her lips graze the tip, teasing it.
