The mansion's bathroom was a sanctuary of luxury, a sprawling space with polished marble floors that gleamed under the soft recessed lighting, and walls tiled in deep obsidian that made the room feel like a hidden cavern. A massive rain showerhead hung from the ceiling like a promise of relief, flanked by glass walls that fogged with even the slightest humidity. I carried Lila in my arms, her body light and warm against me, her silk robe slipping slightly to reveal the curve of her shoulder. She smelled of our earlier encounters—musk, sweat, and that intoxicating floral undertone that drove me wild. Setting her down gently on the cool tile, I felt her tremble, whether from exhaustion or anticipation, I couldn't tell. But it didn't matter; she was mine, and this bath would be no escape.
Lila steadied herself against the sink, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder as she met my gaze in the mirror. "Elias, I want to bathe alone," she said, her voice firm but edged with weariness. "Just... give me some space."
I smiled, stepping closer until my chest brushed her back. "Alone?" I murmured, my hands sliding to the tie of her robe. "No, darling. I want to see every inch of you." With a slow, deliberate pull, I undid the knot, letting the silk fall open and pool at her feet. Her naked body was a vision—full, curvy breasts heaving with each breath, nipples already hardening in the cool air; hips flaring wide, leading to thighs that begged to be parted. She was perfection, a living embodiment of sin, and the sight of her reflection—vulnerable yet defiant—stirred the beast in me.
Before she could protest, I turned her to face me, my lips descending on her neck. I sucked hard, drawing the soft skin into my mouth, tasting the salt of her, leaving a trail of bruises that bloomed like dark roses. She gasped, her hands pressing against my chest, but I didn't stop. My tongue traced lower, licking the hollow of her throat, then across her collarbone, savoring every inch as if she were a feast after starvation. I licked down her arms, nipping at her elbows, then back up to her shoulders, my hands roaming her sides, feeling the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. Her skin was velvet under my tongue, warm and responsive, goosebumps rising wherever I touched.
"Elias..." she whispered, a mix of plea and moan, but I silenced her with another suck on her neck, harder this time, my teeth grazing just enough to make her arch into me.
I reached for the body wash on the shelf—a luxurious bottle scented with jasmine and vanilla—and poured a generous amount into my palm. The liquid was cool and slick, foaming slightly as I rubbed my hands together. Starting at her shoulders, I spread it over her skin, my fingers gliding in slow, deliberate circles. The foam built, turning her body into a glistening canvas, bubbles tracing rivulets down her curves. I worked my way down her back, kneading her muscles, then around to her front, my hands cupping her breasts. I squeezed them hard, the foam making my grip slippery yet firm, thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked under my touch. Lila moaned, low and throaty, her head tipping back against my shoulder as her body betrayed her, hips pressing forward instinctively.
"God, Elias... that feels..." Her words dissolved into another moan as I squeezed harder, my palms massaging the full weight of her breasts, foam dripping down her stomach. I moved lower, my hands sliding over her belly, then to her ass, grabbing handfuls of the soft, curvy flesh and kneading roughly. The foam coated her cheeks, my fingers digging in, spreading and squeezing until she whimpered, her thighs clenching. I turned her under the shower spray—still off, but the anticipation built—and rubbed the liquid between her legs, my fingers teasing her folds without entering, just enough to make her buck against my hand. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the tiles, a symphony of surrender as I dominated every inch of her with my touch. The intensity built, my hands relentless—squeezing her breasts again, pinching her nipples, slapping her ass lightly to watch the foam jiggle—turning the simple act of washing into an erotic ritual of possession.
Finally, I reached up and turned on the shower. Warm water cascaded from the rain head like a tropical storm, drenching us both in seconds. The foam rinsed away in swirling patterns, revealing her skin flushed and glowing, water streaming down her body in rivulets that traced her curves like liquid fire. Steam rose around us, fogging the glass, creating a hazy, intimate world where only we existed. Lila's hair plastered to her back, her lashes clumped with water, making her look even more vulnerable, more desirable.
I couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing her neck gently but firmly, I pulled her close, water pounding on our shoulders. "I can't hold it any longer," I growled, my voice rough with need. "My dick is tearing apart."
She barely had time to gasp before I lifted her, pressing her back against the cool tile wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively, and I thrust into her, deep and brutal, the water making our bodies slick and frictionless. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I set a passionate rhythm—slow at first, savoring the tight heat of her, then building to savage thrusts that echoed with the slap of wet skin. Her breasts bounced with each drive, water splashing off them, and I leaned down to suck one nipple, biting as she moaned my name.
I shifted her, turning so the water hit her back, and fucked her standing, my hands gripping her ass, squeezing hard as I pounded deeper. Her moans were desperate, mingling with the shower's roar, her walls clenching around me as her first orgasm hit, her body shuddering against the tile. "Elias... yes... harder," she gasped, but I was already brutal, my thrusts unrelenting, water streaming down our faces as I claimed her.
I lowered her to the shower floor, the warm water pooling around us, and flipped her onto her hands and knees. The BDSM edge sharpened—I grabbed her wet hair, pulling her head back gently as I entered her from behind, my cock driving deep, each thrust making her ass jiggle, her breasts swaying beneath her. She screamed in pleasure, the sound muffled by the water, her body rocking forward with my force. I slapped her ass, the wet crack echoing, and she came again, her moans turning to sobs as I increased the pace, brutal and passionate, my hand reaching around to pinch her clit.
Position after position, the shower became our arena of ecstasy. I sat on the built-in bench, pulling her onto my lap facing me, her breasts in my face as she rode me, water cascading between us. I sucked her nipples hard, squeezing her hips as I thrust up, deep and punishing, her moans a constant litany of my name. Then reverse, her back to my chest, my hands roaming her front—squeezing her breasts, rubbing her clit—as I fucked her from below, the water making every movement slippery and intense.
After the fourth style—her pressed against the glass wall, me taking her from behind, her breasts flattening against the fogged pane—her body began to give out, her limbs trembling. "Elias... slow down... please," she begged, her voice weak amid the steam.
But her plea ignited me further. I spun her around, lifting one leg over my shoulder against the wall, thrusting deeper, faster, the brutality peaking as water splashed everywhere. Her fifth orgasm tore through her, her eyes rolling back. I moved to the floor again, missionary under the rain, my thrusts savage, her breasts bouncing wildly as I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. Six, seven, eight—each style more intense: doggy with her hair pulled, her on top with my hands choking her lightly, side-fucking with her leg draped over me. Nine rounds of passion and brutality, her body arching, moaning fading to gasps as exhaustion claimed her.
Finally, as her body went numb beneath me—limp, trembling, her skin flushed and slick—I released, cum spilling deep inside her with a guttural roar. I didn't pull out, staying buried in her warmth, catching my breath as the water continued to pour. Looking down at her, she was a vision of erotic devastation: wet hair splayed like dark rivers across the tile, her full breasts heaving with shallow breaths, nipples erect from the cool air mixing with the heat; her curvy body sprawled beneath me, legs spread, pussy still clenching weakly around my cock. Water beaded on her skin like diamonds, tracing paths down her stomach, pooling in the dip of her navel, highlighting every curve—the swell of her hips, the softness of her thighs. The situation was scorching: her utter surrender, numb and spent from my dominance, yet her body still responding, still *mine* in this steamy, enclosed world. It was raw, primal—the contrast of her vulnerability against my control, the steam blurring the edges, making her look like a goddess offered up for sacrifice. My cock stirred inside her, hardening again at the sight, the feel of her wet, yielding form too intoxicating to resist.
Lila felt it, her eyes fluttering open weakly. "No more, Elias... please, no more. Give me some time," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the shower, her body too drained to move.
I captured her mouth in a rough kiss, my tongue invading, claiming her last bit of resistance. Pulling back, I growled, "I can't."
With that, I started again, thrusting brutally, my cock hard and insistent inside her. She had no strength left to moan—just faint whimpers, her body jolting with each deep drive. I fucked her relentlessly, round after round under the endless cascade, her numbness only heightening my obsession. The shower echoed with the sounds of our union, steam wrapping us in a haze of unending desire.