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nipples, finally coming to rest between her thighs. She rubbed her fingers teasingly over the lips of her sex, deliberately avoiding her tender, aching clit.
    In her mind it was Shaye’s hand there, sliding over her mound while the hot needles of water pelted her skin. She turned her body into the spray with a small moan. The wet heat fell on her breasts, slipping down her body just as his hands would.
    Shaye.
    Her fantasy became more elaborate as she used her fingers to part her swollen pussy lips, to explore the waiting, expectant heat between them. In her mind she was with Shaye in the Ring, with the flashing lights, the music pouring through the place, making her body vibrate with the beat. All around was the crowd, wild with anticipation. He led her to one of those long chains hanging from the ceiling, stretched her arms high above her head, cuffed her wrists firmly, then ripped her clothes from her, the fabric tearing, until she was naked before the crowd. Before him.
    She let her fingers brush her clitoris. Pleasure hummed through her.
    He would touch her there, would use his hands on her, running them over her bare skin, caressing her breasts.
    With her other hand she cupped one breast, slid the palm up over her nipple, squeezed gently with her fingers, then harder. He wouldn’t be gentle, would he? He would hold her breasts in his big hands, squeeze and knead them. Pinch her nipples.
    Yes…
    She pinched, hard, and cried out at the hot jolt of pleasure.
    More. Now.
    She spread her legs apart and pushed two fingers inside in one sharp thrust.
    â€œOh yes,” she gasped.
    She’d never been so wet, so stricken with desire. She needed to come so badly it was almost painful.
    She let her body rest against the tiles behind her, the cold surface a jarringly erotic contrast to the heat of the water, the heat of her fingers still working her pussy. In her mind he was behind her as she stood, her arms suspended over her head. Helpless. And he was shirtless, as he’d been tonight, pressing his muscular body up against her back, reaching around and moving his hand between her thighs, massaging her clit.
    Yes…
    She trembled on the verge of orgasm, tugging and pulling at her clit, trying to remember the scent of him while she moved her fingers inside herself, pumping. Her pussy was on fire, pleasure thrumming through her body while her mind whirled with flashes of Shaye, the Ring, the evil little whips she’d seen there.
    It all became a blur of image and sensation as the first fierce surge of climax washed over her. She rubbed hard at her clit, driving her orgasm on. Her sex clenched and spasmed around the fingers of her other hand, still thrusting inside her. And still she came, wave after wave crashing over her in a powerful tide.
    Finally it was over and she was left shaken and weak, leaning into the wall of the shower. Steam rose all around her in ghostly wisps. Her skin was burning hot from the water, from the savage climax that had just ripped through her.
    She couldn’t get his face out of her mind.
    Shaye.
    She stayed beneath the pounding spray of water for a long while, trying to catch her breath. What was it about him? What was it that had her fantasizing about being naked on display in public, being hit with a paddle? Being dominated by him? She’d never had these thoughts before. Never anything this extreme. And now it was all she could think about.
    Her body was thrumming with need again already, and she thought immediately of the vibrator she kept in her nightstand drawer. It would give her a powerful orgasm—it always did. But never had it delivered anything like the one she’d just experienced, using only her hands and a vivid imagination. Thinking about him .
    She turned the water off and stepped from the shower, still trembling. She dried herself with a thick white towel, her skin sensitized, needy.
    She needed the vibrator now . She had a feeling it was about to