His big palms cupped my spilling boobs, thumbs tracing the edge of the corset.

“How far down does the red go, Mouse?” he asked in a low rumble. “Shall I undress you and find out?”

Before I had a chance to do more than suck in a needy breath, he hooked a finger under the laces at the front of the corset and tugged. I staggered forwards, pulled towards him, but then the laces snapped, and his deft fingers parted the leather.

Sorry not sorry, Esther and Jules, I thought vaguely, achy heat tingling outwards from my core as he bared my boobs. Your corset is getting sacrificed to Satan Junior …

“Hmmm,” he growled, peeling the corset to my waist and just staring at my naked chest. “Thank badness these pretty nipples are still my favourite shade of pink.”

“Your favourite?” I let out a teeny moan when he tweaked them.

“Only until I suck them into a nice, rich cerise. Then that will be my new favourite.” He slowly inched the corset down until it passed my waist, my hips. His thumbs hooked until the waistband of the red pantyhose.

“Well, at least your legs will be an easy fix.”

With one sweep, my clothing was tugged down my legs, tangling at my ankles. I was naked, save for the tiny, seamless G-string I’d been wearing under the lot. He took a step back, palming the obscenely large bulge in his leather pants as he perused me.

I was virtually naked, drenched with Hell water, unable to run because of the constrictive clothing locking my ankles together.

My pussy pulsed demandingly, and my nipples tingled. As if he could tell just what this was doing to me, he smirked.

“Face the wall, Mouse.”

“But—”

“Are you a good girl?” he asked, stepping closer, his hand tangling in my sodden hair, gripping my neck and tilting my head back. “Or am I going to have to punish you?”

“Punish me,” I pleaded, the words cut off when his mouth crashed into mine, plundering, licking, nipping and sucking at my tongue until I was melting, his hand on the back of my neck the only thing that was holding me up.

He ground himself against me, his cock so hard in his pants, and I gasped against his lips, reaching between us to graze my palm along it.

“Behave yourself.” Like a flash, he caught my wrists in one of his giant hands and tugged them above my head. My back hit the stone hard enough to force the air from my lungs. I glanced down at the body paint melting off my arms and chest under the water.

“Now, I’m going to make sure this perfect little body is clean before I get it nice and dirty. If I have to pin you to the wall to clean you up, I will.”