Page 63 of Knotted their Beauty

“Ok.”

Breathing deeply, I close my eyes and hope he goes away, despite the locked door.

“Are you trying to teleport me out of here? Because that’s the only way I’m going to disappear, Lennox.”

“It was worth a shot.”

Fuck. Pushing myself off the wall, I pump a healthy amount of body wash into my hand and begin to rub it all over me. There’s this sickly sweet scent stuck in my nose I can’t kick. I bet it’s the goddamned chloroform. Baron is every inch the psychopath he told me he was.

“Is this how you wash someone away?”

“If I was trying to do that, I’d be washing my hair. Because you wash a man out of it when he’s making you insane,” I reply.

“Have a lot of experience with that, huh?” Jealousy coats his words and the hand rubbing my chest with soap pauses. Ves has nothing to feel jealous about. I have a past, just like anyone else.

I’ve fucked men and women for a good time but that’s where it ends. Huffing out a rude sound, I continue to run my soapy hands over my chest and down my torso.

“Do you need an answer to that, or are you enjoying the sound of your own voice?”

Ves strangles his next word from coming out with terrifying efficiency and my lips twitch in amusement. He’s fun to play with. His control is almost iron clad, and he’s just self aware enough to acknowledge when he’s being a dick.

My own hand wraps around my shaft as I coat it in soap, grunting as it bucks against my fist. Fuuuck, that feels really good. It's been hard ever since Arlo perfumed.

“Stop stroking your dick,” Ves growls.

“Make me. Unless you’re sucking it or being fucked, my dick is not your concern, baby. I’m going to have a nice little stroke off to relax and then I plan to order some kid friendly spa products. I have a feeling Calista needs some girl time in a sea of testosterone.”

Leaning into the spray of water, I run my palm over my body to wash the soap off, while continuing to masturbate. Ves’ knuckles are white as he holds onto the counter behind him, and his shirt is mysteriously on the ground. Is he thinking about joining me? Judging by the tent he’s rocking in his joggers, he definitely is.

I suppose work isn’t going to be happening today since he hasn’t gotten dressed yet. Works for me.

“Are you saying she’s missing something in her life?”

“Missing? Nah. You do great with her.”

I pinch my nipple hard as I squeeze my cock and I find I’m not interested in conversation anymore. I want to see how far I can push Ves before he climbs into the shower with me. Will he fight for dominance? First to be pinned gets fucked sounds like a damn fine game. Hopefully the walls are steady enough for this shit.

I’ve already forgotten I was trying not to get my hair wet, and I groan as I stroke my cock exactly how I like.

“You’re just going to let me watch, aren’t you?”

“I’m a performer. We all tend to have an exhibitionary side.”

As Ves snarls, I sigh and give the tip of my head extra love. It’s already weeping precum, and I’m very eager to see how long he’s going to watch. While it’s true that I enjoy a good amount of kink, the vibes have to be right for me.

“Fuck.” My other hand begins to tug at my knot, fully planning to blow my load down the drain if Ves doesn’t get his shit together. I love feeling his hot, needy gaze on me and I can smell his arousal.

There’s no doubt he wants something, but he needs to learn to use his fucking words or he can’t play with my dick. Ugh. I think the therapy circle is affecting my brain.

“Lennox.”

“I’m full of cum and there’s no one to share it with,” I tease him. “How fucking sad.”

Ves’ hand begins to travel underneath the waistband of his joggers and I shake my head. To my surprise, he stops its direction.

“If you don’t want me to touch mine, you can’t touch yours. Get in here or enjoy your blue balls.”

“Fucker.”