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knees wide and reached a hand down between her legs.
    Everything was so swollen, so sensitive, so insanely aroused it was almost painful for her to touch herself. With each gentle rub of her vulva or tentative press inside her channel, her breath hissed between her teeth.
    Within seconds, Jayson had soaped his whole body and was rinsing. “Don’t neglect your clit, baby.” He put a hand down to stroke his still-hard cock while he kept washing the suds from his body, never taking his eyes from her. “Use one hand to rub your clit and the other to finger yourself.”
    Moaning, she did as he asked, moving the two fingers inside her in time with his strokes of his erection and rubbing her thumb gently over her clit.
    He finished washing himself, but he still stood there, jerking off and watching her masturbate. “Add another finger,” he ordered. “And touch your tits with your other hand.”
    Disobeying him was the last thing on her mind. It was like she was becoming his own, personal slut, willing to do anything he wanted, any time he wanted.
    Chelsea added another finger and drew her left hand up to squeeze her breasts.
    Jayson stroked his cock harder, faster, grunting in time with the movements. Apparently, that wasn’t enough. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her knees before him, shoving his cock deep down her throat before she had time to react. The thick, bulbous head filled her, gagged her, but she took him all.
    “We’re not moving on until you come again, so keep fingering yourself.”
    He kept both hands on her head, not allowing her to move while he thrust in and out of her mouth. The water from the shower head poured down over her head, filling her eyes and nose, and being forced into her mouth along with his cock.
    So she kept frigging herself, frantically almost, desperate to come like he’d ordered her to do. Her fingers picked up the same pace as his dick. The pain blurred into pleasure. Her legs shook against the shower floor, and her feet slapped against the pooling water, and then she came. Her orgasm had his cock hardening inside her mouth, his balls drawing up and tightening. He pulled out and shouted as a stream of hot, sticky cum covered her face.
    When it finished spurting all over her, Jayson again washed her off. Then he turned off the water, lifted her to her feet, and stepped out of the shower. He picked up a towel, but instead of drying himself, he used it on her, scrubbing over every inch of her flesh with the thing.
    Once she was completely clean and dry, he took another towel and dried himself. Chelsea thought about trying to make a run for it while he was otherwise occupied, about getting out of there while the getting was good, but where the hell would she go? She was naked. Her car was broken down, and God only knew where he’d had it towed…or even if he’d had it towed.
    Besides, if she left, when would she have sex like that again in her life?
    So she stayed.
    When he finished drying himself off, he lifted her chin and kissed her again, like he’d done when she arrived that morning. The kiss was sexy as hell…but somehow also tender. Sweet.
    So weird. She was more confused by the moment about what was going on. About what he wanted from her.
    They’d already used all of the sex toys that they’d been assigned for the week, and it was only Tuesday. Chelsea couldn’t even begin to imagine what else he expected her to do, but she knew it was far from over.
    So she kissed him back, sliding her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his and slipping her arms around his neck for support.
    When he pulled back, Jayson took her hand and led her through his house. He didn’t stop until they were back in that first room, the one with the butt sex porn showing on the big screen, where he’d spanked her over his knee in his lazy boy.
     

 
    Jayson took a seat in his Lazy Boy and then tugged Chelsea onto his lap. She squirmed, trying to reposition herself, so he smacked