He smoothed a hand down my back and grabbed a handful of my ass, squeezing hard enough that I moaned for him.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, voice low and husky. "Have you been sitting that tub thinking about me fucking you?"
I hadn't been, but at the moment it was all that was on my mind.
"Show me," he said. "Show me what you want from me."
He stepped back, and it was amazing how I'd started out trying to seduce him and ended up with him in control again, but he was just too good at being in charge, I supposed.
I let out a shuddering breath, glancing up at my own reflection.
My face was flushed, and my hair was slicked back from my face, making it easy to see how into this I was. My eyes were wide, and my lips were parted, and when Killian slapped my ass, I cried out, unable to look away.
Chapter 10
Ashlyn
I might not have been confident and knowledgeable when it came to the kinky stuff Killian was usually into, but I had a certain amount of confidence when it came to everything else. I knew he was attracted to me, and by this point, I knew what he liked. He wanted to see me put on a show for him, and I could to that. I could do that very easily.
I lifted one hand from where it was braced against the counter and slipped it between my legs, finding that sensitive button of nerves and giving it a little flick with my index finger.
It felt good, and I moaned softly, glancing up at my reflection in the mirror while I touched myself.
Killian was still behind me, eyes intent. He looked like he didn't want to glance away for a second and risk missing anything I was doing, and he kept his eyes on me, watching as my fingers slipped deeper, grazing my entrance.
"Are you wet?" he asked, still in that low, husky voice.
I nodded, biting down on my lip. I could feel how slick I was already, and I knew it would only get worse as time went on.
One finger dipped into my hole, and I let out a shuddering sigh when I pushed it in, the tight heat of my pussy clenching around that one digit.
I imagined myself doing this in the bath, thinking about Killian and how he might come back soon and find me, rubbing myself to the thought of him.
He was right there, and my face still flushed darkly at the mental image.
Months ago, I wouldn't have even entertained the thought of thinking about him when he wasn't around, preferring to act like he didn't exist unless I absolutely had to acknowledge him, but things had clearly changed with regards to that.
Because there I was, touching myself, fingers slipping and sliding through the wetness between my legs, dancing over my folds and sliding into my hole, and the burning feeling of his eyes on me just spurred me on, making me want to put on a show for him.
I licked my lips and pushed my ass out more, inhaling sharply when I added another finger and started to pump them in and out of myself.
It felt good. Not as good as his cock would feel in me, but good enough that a soft moan slipped out of my mouth, echoing slightly in the room around us.
"Good girl," Killian praised, and he slapped my ass hard.
The slight pain mingled with the pleasure I was starting to feel, like it usually did.
Months ago, I wouldn't have thought I'd ever get off to being spanked during sex, but that was just another thing that had shifted, and now I could clearly see why some people were into it. Not that I ever planned to admit that out loud to Killian.
I didn't have to, though. I knew he knew, and I knew he was probably going to bring it up in some smug way one day, because he was incapable of not gloating.
So far, though, he hadn't said anything about the day before, when he'd tied me down and left me a sobbing, incoherent mess. I could still feel the soreness from how hard he'd been fucking me and how many times he'd made me come, and working a finger around my clit while thinking about it made me shudder hard.
"God," I breathed, working a third finger into myself because I just couldn't get enough at that point.
I was already practically dripping, and my body had learned how to respond to things like this, clearly. My nipples were hard, and I lowered my chest a bit more, letting the sensitive nubs drag along the cool marble of the countertop.
It was an interesting sensation, especially compared to how hot and wet my pussy currently was, and it made me work my fingers in deeper, coaxing the pleasure that was already pounding through my body to build and spread.
And Killian was still watching. I glanced up and his eyes were like embers, burning with heat and desire. I wanted his hands on me more than I wanted my own, but I wasn't going to beg for that. He'd gotten enough begging out of me the day before.
If he wanted something, he could come and take it.
"You look so good like this," he said, sliding a hand up my back and then back down so he could grab my ass again. "Bent over, ass up, so eager for me. Do you wish those fingers were my cock?"
I did. Of course I did. But I just moaned for him instead, determined to stick to my guns about not begging.
He laughed, clearly not bothered by that, and he moved his hand off of me.
When I looked up in the mirror again, it was to
