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Tommy snatched the bodywash away from Anna, and proceeded to squeeze some out onto her shoulders. He set it down and held her close to him, his hands rubbing over the soap into her shoulders and back, spreading the suds around. He scrubbed her back and butt, his lips feasting on her neck, before turning her around so her soapy butt was pressed against his cock, and he proceeded to do the same for her chest and belly. His hands squeezed and groped her tits, cleaning every inch.

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She was soon doing the same to him. There was no reason not to luxuriate in each other’s loving touch. Tommy’s soapy hand started rubbing between her thighs, his fingers dancing along her lips and clit, and her soapy hands worked his length clean as well.

He growled in delight, and didn’t want it to end, but nature was calling. His fingers slid over her hand around his soapy cock as he turned away from her. “I need to pee,” he explained simply to her, and then promptly started to piss on the shower floor.
 
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Tommy was facing the back of the shower ball, so Anna watched as the water under their feet turned yellow and was circulated back down towards the drain. It was unbelievable to her that she was standing here in his piss, basically, and that he was completely unconcerned. It was like he peed in the shower a lot; it being almost natural for him. Sure, Anna had peed in the pool before as a child and sometimes in the shower when she was desperate, but she had been mortified enough to do it in the privacy that a locked bathroom door afforded her - never with another person present.

Anna was silent, observing.

It seemed that her fascination for his urine was becoming more prevalent. It seemed like he knew that, too.
 
Tommy smirked as he noted Anna’s acute interest in his piss. Her curiosity only served to make him more into it. He had never been into golden showers before, giving or receiving, but after the things that had happened with Anna so far, he had been thinking more and more about it.

He was still draining his bladder as he reached over for Anna, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her up next to him. “I know you want to hold it again,” he said to her, guiding her hand towards his shaft, and wrapping her slender fingers around his peeing member. “It’s fucking hot that you’re so into that...” he whispered in her ear...
 
Her fingers settled comfortably around his shaft. She was better able to direct the stream this way if she chose, and for a moment she moment she wondered what that steaming flow of urine would feel like against her ankles and calves but Anna thought better of it. She acknowledged his word but she still didn't want to step too far into the "freak" category just yet. It was too early in their relationship. Watching him piss was one thing, but getting peed on? Tommy would run and never look back.

She responded absentmindedly. "I never have been before. It was only accidental that I even noticed. I know that it makes me a bit disgusting, but I only want it with you," she said quietly. "I'm just so curious about it," she admitted, "but I don't have any interest in the other side of things - you know, I only like watching you - I don't know that I'm into you watching me," she explained.
 
“Not disgusting at all,” Tommy replied, helping her to shake the last drips from his cock. “Maybe kinda freaky,” he said, turning towards her, his cock already stiffening from her grasp on it.

“The freakier the better, far as I’m concerned...” he growled in her ear, his hands roaming over her body once more. The soap made it fun to slide over each other.

“What other freaky little secrets are you keeping from me?” he wondered out loud.
 
She blushed, but she couldn’t think of anything in particular so she just shook her head, murmuring, “there’s nothing.”

It wasn’t really true, though, she realized as soon as she’d said it. There were things she wanted to try, but after being rejected by Adam once before Anna wasn’t ready for a second rejection. She didn’t want to admit how badly she wanted to try anal, or bondage, or just how fucking wet she got when Tommy bossed her around and controlled her. He probably knew about the anal already since she hadn’t squirmed away or complained when he’d put his finger up there, but she wasn’t quite confident enough to try it yet despite her urge to explore that desire eventually. Maybe she’d have to work on playing with her toys a bit and work herself up to it... The control aspect he definitely knew about since she’d been behaving so well for him with none of her usual sass. It was only a matter of time.

Anna kept her silence, offering him a smile instead.
 
Tommy could see her wheels turning as she smiled up at him. He smirked and suckled on her neck for a moment, moving around behind her to rub his hardening cock between her asscheeks, before groping, and even slapping, her tits aggressively.

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“Playing coy, I see,” he growled. “Okay, you can have your little secrets. I’ll get them out of you one way or another,” he promised. “I know a cum-hungry little doll like you must have all kinds of fantasies rolling around in there.”
 
“Maybe,” shrugged. “You’ll have to work harder than that to get them out of me,” she challenged, her usual habit of mouthing off slipping up to the surface before she could push it back down. She was kind of surprised that she’d managed to contain herself this long with Tommy; usually he drew the fire out of her and her temper usually flared, but he’d been keeping her at a slow steady burn over the last few years.

All she knew was that his body felt so wonderful against her and the firm grip he had on her breasts was making her thighs a bit slippery.
 
Tommy recognized the challenge for exactly what it was, and he responded immediately, his hands leaving her breasts to travel in opposite directions, one heading north, the other heading south.

His fingers crawled up and along her neckline, tracing her jaw for a moment before his thick fingers wrapped themselves slowly around her neck from the front.

His other hand slid downwards, pushing her towards him as he rolled down her belly to her crotch.

“Open your legs, doll,” he insisted quietly, and a moment later his fingers found her clit. He rubbed her back and forth, and as the pressure on her clit increased, so did the pressure on her throat.

“You should get this pierced,” he suggested as he toyed her clit ever more firmly.
 
He was steady against her, delivering a firm pressure against her throat. Anna blinked up at him, wondering just how far he was willing to take this for a moment before she rolled over his suggestion in her mind. Anna wasn’t really into genital piercings personally, but it made her wonder just how it would feel to suck Tommy off with a barbell or ring buried deep into the tender flesh of his cock. She wasn’t against getting her clit pierced, but she would have to have a damn good reason for doing it in the first place.

She simply said, “I’ll think about it,” in order to drop the subject and move on, pressing herself even closer to him. He tightened his hand around her throat in warning, having not told her she could move, and Anna paused before stretching up to kiss him regardless. Maybe she wanted to see what would happen if she disobeyed. It might be a fun little morning exercise.
 
She was stretching to kiss him, while he held her restrained by her neck. “Tsk tsk, little doll,” he growled, his grip on her neck tightening, and the pressure on her clit increasing.

He pushed her up against the cool tile wall of the shower, his lower hand sliding around her hip to her ass, and digging deep in the crevice of her butt cheeks, quickly finding the slippery wet heat of her pussy lips, and two fingers slid deep into her.

“I’m not gonna have to tie you up, am I?”
 
The thought of it did all kinds of delicious things to her hot little centre. She couldn't bite back the moan, letting her head lump back against the shower wall as much as she could with the limited movement, thanks in part to his grip around her windpipe. Her eyes slipped shut as she focused on the feelings of his fingers inside her wet slit.

"I think you might have to," she breathed. "I can be a naughty little thing on the best of days," she responded, cutting her eyes to meet his, full of fire despite her body trembling against his own.
 
“That can be arranged,” Tommy smirked, his fingers probing deeper into her juicy cunt. He pressed his weight against her from behind, squeezing her luscious tits against the wall.

His fingers spread and wiggled inside her, curling and digging, until he found the spot that made her knees weak and he had to hold her up against the wall with his grip on her neck, nearly completely restricting her ability to breathe at this point.

He got her so close to cumming, and it was tempting to let her have that orgasm, but he had further plans for her just yet. With her body quivering for a release that was oh so close, he pulled his fingers from her and released her throat, letting her breathe again, and smirked to himself as she slumped down to the shower floor.

“Don’t worry, we’re almost done in here,” he said, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of her long dark hair, and bringing her up onto her hands and knees in front of him. His cock was standing at attention before her.

“Open,” he said, and once again fed her his cock.

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Anna wasn’t much good at first, considering that he’d been restricting her air only moments ago and she was still struggling to get a good rush of air into her lungs. She let him impale her mouth while she took nice deep inhales through her nose, and he was pretty good about letting her catch her breath before he stuffed the whole length down her throat.

She gagged, hands rising to clench at his thighs. Still, she didn’t want him to stop, so she tried to hold still and take whatever she could. She wanted to risk punishment but she also wanted to behave for him. The angel and the devil on her shoulder argued back and forth for a while before Anna considered his promise to tie her up if she needed it; maybe she could have both.
 
She sucked on him as best she could, considering she was gasping for air and had been on the verge of orgasm. At this point, Tommy was more than content to simply use her for his own pleasure; he wasn’t even seeking to get off, just to enjoy her mouth on his cock for a bit. It was all foreplay. The more attention she gave his cock, the larger his eventual load would be when he fed her his cum again.

He fed her in long, slow, firm strokes, luxuriating in the eroticism of the moment. “Mmm, fuck, I love watching you suck my cock, doll,” he said to her, rubbing her head lovingly as he forced her slowly but fully down on him.
 
She could tell. The slow pumps of his hips were designed to draw it out and make it last. She was only too happy to oblige.

She had no idea how long she rested on her knees sucking him off, only that they were starting to ache from the solid porcelain base of the tub and that she had more control over her breathing now, having calmed down. Her orgasm had receded but Anna was okay with that. Right now she was more concerned with pleasing her new lover, but a voice in her head screamed that it wouldn’t always be like this: Anna wasn’t the most submissive girl around with a stubborn streak the size that hers was - it was only a question as to when it was going to come into play. For now, she slobbered enthusiastically over his cock.
 
Tommy started to feel the water start to lose its heat, which he knew would quickly force them from the shower. “That’s a good doll,” he said, finally pulling her off his cock.

“Stand up,” he said. He ran his hands over her body, ensuring the soap was all rinsed off, and then shut off the water.

“Let’s get you dressed, shall we?” he asked, handing her a towel as he dried himself off.
 
She nodded, accepting the thick cotton towel.

She hadn’t brought her bag into the bathroom. As a matter of fact, it was still in Adam’s room, so Anna went down the hall to grab it and find something to wear for the day. For some reason, she didn’t hang around in there very long and just quickly gathered her stuff and headed back towards the bathroom. It didn’t feel right.

Tommy was in his own bedroom, so Anna made a stop off there and dumped her bag on his bed. She was picking through it for an outfit and had just chosen a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to wear before she dropped her towel and went to put a leg in. She had them about halfway up her thighs (no panties) when she looked up to meet his eyes. He was lounging back against his headboard, already dressed, watching her with a crooked smirk.

Anna raised an eyebrow and asked “what are you looking at?”
 
Tommy had quickly pulled on comfortable lounging clothes; the pain meds were helping, as was Anna’s tender loving care, but he definitely had a throbbing ache in his chest and back, and knew he wouldn’t be doing too much if he wanted to get healed quickly. He was sitting on his bed in gym shorts and a Grateful Dead tee shirt.

“It appears that I’m looking at a disobedient little girl,” he said, nodding towards her choice of clothing.

“I thought I was pretty clear about what I expected around here...” he continued. “Maybe I need to be picking out your clothes for the day.”
 
She had seriously thought he was joking; that he was just being kinky and trying to turn her on when he’d suggested that in the first place. She’d never thought he was serious about it.

Anna paused, staring at him in a stupor.

“You’re not kidding,” she said slowly. “You honestly think I’m going to let you pick out my clothes? No way!” She laughed, turning away to continue tugging up her jeans while still giving him quite the view of her voluptuous cheeks. It only took another second to tug a t-shirt over her head, too, and Anna was just adjusting her curls over her shoulders when she felt Tommy’s fingers curl into her belt loops and yank her to him abruptly.

There was fire in his eyes; a clear warning.

Anna’s stomach catapulted. Fuck. He was serious, wasn’t he?
 
Tommy moved quickly towards her, hooking a finger in her beltloop as he stood up and pulled her towards him.

“Very serious,” he replied with a growl, his hands reaching down to her crotch. He grabbed the waistband of the jeans at the button, and unfastened her pants and peeled them right back down her legs, just enough to leave her bare ass exposed.

One hand grasped her by the wrist, and with a twist and a push, he had her bent over, her chest on his bed, her hand pinned behind her back, her butt in a prime position for a spanking.

“I trust you’ll let me know when you want to be a good girl again,” he growled, raising his hand and bringing it sharply down on her butt, the spank loud and clear in the bedroom. Another quickly followed, and another, and with a few more, her butt was already turning red...
 
She jerked in surprise at the first swat, mouth falling open in amazement. She thought about protesting, but by the time she could find any words Anna was coming to realize that she actually liked the firm stinging slaps from Tommy’s powerful hand. It just felt so good as he punished her that Anna’s body relaxed and she surrendered herself to him. She didn’t want to admit it to him that she was enjoying his ministrations, but that was pretty clear by the way her honey was starting to drip down her thighs.

She swallowed a hiss at one particularly hard spank and turned her head to face him. Her breath was starting to come in pants, but her gaze was still steely as she pinned him down with it. She smirked.

“Is that all you got?” She heckled, voice rife with mirth. “Oh. Wait - wouldn’t want an invalid like you to need another trip to the ER!” She challenged sharply.
 
Tommy smirked at her as she challenged him. Spanking her like that certainly gave him a visceral thrill, and the rush of adrenaline eased the pain away.

Her words caused a fresh rush of blood to his already half-hardened cock, newly aroused from the spectacle of watching her ass cheeks jiggle with each spank he delivered.

The next spanking was much louder and harder. The blows came faster, and several of them with his hand landing across both cheeks, smacking her exposed pussy lips.

“I think she likes it,” he growled, noting the wetness from her cunt that was now on his hand. He licked it off, and spanked her again, the wetness making the smacks even louder and sharper now.

He turned for a moment, letting her pant into his comforter, and he reached for a dresser drawer next to the bed. He opened it, looked inside, and quickly pulled out a pair of cold steel handcuffs.

He twirled them with a finger as he looked at her and her reddened ass. “Is this what you were hoping for?” he asked her, smirking, before grabbing his obvious erection through his shorts. “Or this?”
 
Her gaze landed on the cuffs curiously, wondering how it would feel to be restrained and at his mercy (not that she wasn’t now - as much as she teased him, Tommy was still so much stronger than her and would always be able to overpower her), but then they skipped down to the huge bulge in his gym shorts. The devil is in the details - the one she knew - his cock, or the the new guy in town - the handcuffs.

Anna wasn’t sure which one she wanted to start with, or if she’d even be given the chance to choose, but the one thing she did know was that her ass was throbbing, aching from the beating she’d practically demanded. She found that she actually kind of loved the pain of it. She wanted more.

“I don’t know if you can keep up, honestly. Even with my ass stinging to high hell, I’m still too much brat for you to handle,” she snarked.
 
He had half a mind to fuck her senseless right then and there. He snorted and chuckled instead.

“I doubt it, doll,” he said, even as his mind whirled. He wanted to tame her and make her his, but it aroused him terribly that she was fighting him now.

He slapped one cuff around the wrist he was holding behind her back; it was a simple thing, despite her struggle, to wrench her other arm around and latch the other handcuff on that wrist.

He took a deep breath, trying to decide what to do with her. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up so she was standing with him behind her. His hard cock, tenting his shorts, brushed across her bare, reddened butt.

He pushed his shorts down, and grabbed his cock, making sure it pressed firmly between her legs.

“You know, you suck dick pretty good, but I don’t believe for a second you can handle having this in your pussy...” he growled in her ear.
 
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