Masters And Lovers 1-4

How to do this?

I dress: dark trousers, shirt, tie…. But not the clothes I plan to wear to go out in.

Elizabeth is showering and doesn't hear me enter. Her eyes are closed as she washes, her face raised as she rinses under the jets. Water runs in rivulets through the long locks of her hair, making it much darker than when she woke. Foam courses over her shoulders, streams between her breasts and over her belly.

My shaft twitches.

No reason not to have some fun….

Ratchet her along in the right direction….

I shift, deliberately making a little noise, and her eyes open. She startles then looks sheepish. “Sorry, Master. I didn't know you were there.”

She still stands under the jetting shower. “I could see that,” I say, drawing closer. Her eyes widen.

“I'm feeling nostalgic,” I say, “for the chambermaid who decided to use my bathroom.” Moving deliberately slowly, I unravel the knot of my tie, tug it free then pull it taut between my fists.

Elizabeth knows what I expect of her. She swallows, offering her wrists and I loop the tie around, binding her hands, leaving the end long and dangling. Water bounces from her smooth skin, splashing over me, and soaking my shirt. She’s already pink over her shoulders from the heat of the water, but now the colour washes over her chest, blooming over her breasts.

Levering her arms up, I loop the loose end around the shower-head, tugging to be sure it is secure. Then standing back, I unbutton my shirt, stripping it away. Moving in closer again, water jets stinging over my chest, I kiss her cheek, then close by her face, I murmur, “That was the best day of my life. The day I found you in my shower. The best thing that ever happened to me.”

She quivers. “Master?”

“Don’t go away.”

Keep her waiting….

bedroom. Taking a spreader bar from its drawer, just as slowly, I return to the shower-room. Water washes through her hair, sending it

wide as they follow me in. I hold up the bar, display it to her but

close to her sex, despite the rush of the water, the scent of her arousal fills the air. And as I jam the bar open, first one way, then the other, she gasps, teetering nicely; off-balance but not

to play

might as well take the benefit. So, I lean in to her smoothly waxed loins. The water pounds down on the back of my head, streaming over my face as I open my mouth over her mound then

writhes and yells, her feet skittering in their restraints, but she can’t fall. At worst, she’ll drop her weight onto

And I back away.

to overdo

Not yet….

cock straining inside my now soaked pants. I could happily take her here

you’re

skin. Reaching up, I unclip it from its fitting, then holding it close, play it over her nipples. She jerks and shudders, a moan escaping. Then,

the briefest moment, a second, no more. She bucks, skids and loses her slippery footing, but I wrap my

yells…. She’s

She’s going to come….

away and turn off the water. “That will do for

She gulps, disbelief in her

her wrists. “For now, get yourself ready and dressed.” And I push her out of the shower and towards

turn, hiding my grin, then strip off the remains of my soaking clothes in the shower stall. Leaving my violently aroused wife to make herself ready for Christmas Lunch, I head for the bedroom to change into

give Michael something to think

*****

so well. It contrasts with her hair and matches her eyes. The fabric of the dress I gave her drapes and flows, suggesting without revealing. I help her with the laces at the back, then when she’s not looking, slip a pair of her panties

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