The steam lingered in the air as I wrapped my wet body in the warm, plush towel. I was wrapping my hair when I heard the knob turn and the door open. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. Nothing but boxer briefs and a cup of tea. "Good morning. Enjoy your shower..." he asked as if it were more of a command than a question, and it required no answer. He placed the cup on the counter with one hand and undid my towel with other. I could immediately feel the throbbing between my legs and knew that the wetness would soon be running from my freshly shaved, clean pussy.

He put one arm around my waist and pulled me to him. I could feel that he was already getting hard. With his free hand, he grabbed my breast and twisted my nipple, harder than I anticipated. When I gasped he kissed me, hard, urgent.

His hand drifted down my body to my pleading pussy, ever so gently, he rubbed it. "Good girl, you shaved." And then he kissed my forehead and walked away, leaving me in a terrible state of wanting more, knowing it would not come until he wanted it.

As I dressed and did my hair and makeup that morning, preparing for work as best I could manage, I knew I would be distracted all...