“Rituals” part 3(slow burn🔥)

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Part 3

"Are you ready kitten?"

You asked as you continued to swipe your cock in circles just inside my swolen lips. My cunt began constricting and flexing in motion with the tip of your cock. I pushed back harder against it. I couldn't wait anymore. You called me greedy and started to withdraw him just enough that I began to wimper with audible frustration. And just when I had lost the last of my composure. You were inside me. The warmth of your cock reverberating up my gilded walls. The full width of your cock stretched me thin as silk. The point of it rested on my spot which you always corrected me was yours. I cried. What else could I do? I shook messily. Was this this the experience
you were craving? The literal point of it all?

“Den...”
"Have I hit my spot?”

Everything belonged to you.

I leaned heavy on the wall now. I nodded yes so slightly that the slap that came after was the only thing that made sense to me. You growled,

"use your words Den... ", as another slap sent *** shockwaves seething into my pussy.

You grabbed a handful off ass that time.

"You seem overwhelmed. Let’s rinse this hair…", you mused as you cruey retreated.

All at once, I could remember to breathe. You sat me down again and began rinsing. The warm water pooled around my thighs again. And every slight touch of your fingertips at the back of my neck, led only to more exasperated sighs. You were my only God now. Beg for more? What language could I even speak to you? When my hair was cleaned your hands trailed my chin around my sides. Your thumbs landed on the two small dimples just above my ass. You pressed them firmly in circles and goosebumps traveled through my spine as my body shivered with pleasure. A soft feral moan escaped through my pressed lips and reverberated off the walls of our santuary. What was a moan really if not a prayer of admiration for your consideration?

Hearing it you pushed me forward to recieve your answer. You did not tease this time. You entered with restrained *** and no sooner pulled out and left her again gasping for air. On my hands and knees I prayed louder for your mercy and grace, bit my lip and waited for you to take one more sacrifice. But you only answered with more ritual. You groaned loudly, stroking the source of your raw power and spoke in clear full Sentences…

"Give me the conditioner... "

Did yo not see me? I was bleeding desire all over your alter but you only wanted devotion...

Would I revolt? Forsake my god and curse your very existence? Profanities bubbled up like hot lava boiling over. I said none of them. As I grabbed the conditioner off the edge of the tub in front me, you grabbed me by the neck disarming me with your tongue. They mingled desperately, lapping at eachother as I learned forward on my knees, head turned to the side. My neck strained by the wierd angle
of you kissing me from behind. You released me from your vice like grip with a small shove. Something volitile was bubbling under your surface too.

"Stay", you growled and began to apply the conditioner.

I spent the next twenty minutes staring into my bath water as you took on the monumental task of detangling my hair. Memories of my mother cursing my existance while she worked end to root, section by, section came flooding into my mind. You never seemed to be in much of a rush. I was the one quickly becoming bored. I began to play with my bath bubbles for entertainment. I stacked the delicate foam on the edge of the tub. Adding globs of my bath wash and rubbing it in with rediculous s***d to make something that looked more like shaving cream. Swiping them up of the side of the tub and loading them into my wash cloth. I wrapped the pink cloth tightly around them until it resembled a little jellyfish. Slowly I plunged my jellyfish beneath the water and watched my bubbles come seeping out like sea foam left behind on the surface of the water.

"Having Pun Den? ", your voice was strong and nurturing, but I couldn’t shake my awareness of being watched.

I quickly abandoned my game. Your laugh followed imediately, hearty and amused.

“Always so serious....” my frown had most likely exposed my embarrassment with being observed.

"you know in you really want to play, we could get you some bath toys... "

"And why would I???", it was the first time I truly spoke to you this evening. And I sounded annoyed with you.

“I'm an adult, if you didn't take so long I wouldn't weed to entertain myself”.

I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. You lauged again.

"Whatever you say... princess”.

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I'm dripping now after having read this