She started at his feet... slowly with great care and attention to her task, she rubbed the soap filled bath cloth against his skin. Ignoring the shower as it rained warm droplet of water down on her naked kneeling form. Moving from one foot to the other in circling motions she washed his feet, and then up his muscular toned legs first the left then the right washing him in slow circular motion. Under her small hands, she could feel him, the warmth of his skin and its smoothness. Upon reaching his knees, she had to stop as she looked up to see his cock laying erect thick and tight against his stomach. She made a move to reach up for it but was arrested by the look in his eyes, and the message was clear. Going back to her task she washes him switching from on leg then to the other she completes her task ever mindful of what was just about her head and out of her reach. Feeling and parched with in spite of shower raining down on her, she realized that there was a slow fire burning in her deep within her core. Becoming more aware of herself she felt her nipple pucker, and the wall of her pussy tighten to just this side of pain and pleasure. Now at his cock, she looked up at him hoping to be granted this pleasure. Instead, he turns and faces the wall of the shower giving her his ass to wash. Behind his back, she frowns her displeasure. She was being punished for breaking one of his rules...she had worn panties to work.
He had stopped her as she was making her way to meeting pulling her into a currently unused office and ran his hand up her skirt to find the offense garment. Without a word said he rip them off her body stuffing the tattered remains of lace and silk in his suit pocket and pushes her skirt back into place before walking out of the room. Leaving her to follow in his wake feeling the sting of the fabric burns against her skin as her pussy hot, wet, and aching from want. She remembers spending the rest of the day in a dance between pleasure and pain and it was that feeling that came back to her now.
Looking down at his ass, his perfect ass, a sculpture of flesh and muscles, she rinses and soap the cloth and begins to wash it. In slow tight circles, she washed first one butt cheek then the other and then a thought comes to her with a soapy finger she drops the cloth onto the shower floor and slides her hand down the split of his ass and press two fingers against this asshole. He wasn't moving before, but now she questions if he is even breathing. No matter he said to wash all of him, and she was doing as she had been instructed. With the same amount of pressure and pattern of small tight circles, she does the same with her soap covered fingers against his asshole. Teasing him with the feeling of her crossing that barrier of the physical and mental she add the feel of her taut nipple against the skin of his lower back. She rubs herself against as she fucks... cleans his asshole. He moans his pleasure, and she presses just a little harder. She with a slight life of her perfectly arched black eyebrows she smiles to herself then it is gone, and her baby doll face with the large blue eyes slide back into place as she pushed passed the barrier of the outer finger of the anus an then the other and proceeds to finger fuck his ass. He comes in a moan that echoed off the shower wall as his hands reached out seeking purchase on the slick shower walls. Withdrawing her fingers then her hand she washes it carefully as he stands there with the wall to support him. Picking up the washcloth and filling it with soap again she cleans his back in the tight little circles. Then move on to his arms and neck, which allows her to look at his face. His eyes are closed and appeared to be sleep. Until those black open and gave her a look that would cause anyone bends over and open their mouths. She just lowered her eyes and smiled inside.
With a sigh, he drops his arms and turns his back to the shower wall as he lowers his eyes lids. She moves to wash his stomach and chest and see evidence of his release. His cum as shot halfway up his chest and was surely on the wall behind him. Watching in trance-like amazement as it mingles with the water from the shower and is washed away. Preparing to wash his stomach she reaches for his semi-hard cock but is stopped this time by a steady hand that encircles her wrist. Not looking at him she stands still with the soapy washcloth waiting to be instructed as her right nipple comes in contact with his arm a tingling sensation goes through her and set her pussy into spasms. A soft moan escapes her full plump pink lips as she looked up at him in spite of herself.
So she does, washing his stomach and his chest never once getting to touch his cock which he washed in front of her balls and all. It makes her so hot that she started to play with her pussy but one stern look from him reminders her that she can't play with HIS pussy without his permission. So she stands there nipple hard, and pussy was weeping down her thighs to mix in with the shower raining down upon her. Stepping back into the directly under the shower spray to cool her off, she had no idea of what she had done. Later as they lad among the ruins of the bathroom towels and water everywhere and she cuddles closer to him as he told her why was going to punish her later. She just smiled to herself and said...yes, Master.