The system interface blinked out.
Ryan stood still for a moment, watching Geeta's sleeping form—naked, glistening, tattooed in his name, legs still twitching from the aftershocks of being used.
But she wasn't part of the harem. Not yet.Maybe not ever.
Behind him, a gentle knock tapped twice on the concealed panel. The sensor read her fingerprint, and Jasmine stepped in like a servant entering her master's sanctuary.
She wore nothing but a thigh-length robe of pale gold satin, loosely tied, her cleavage on display, her hair slightly damp from sweat. Her face flushed—not from effort, but from desire denied.
She had filmed every second.Her panties were ruined.And her need… ravenous.
Ryan turned toward her, his expression unreadable. "Strip."
Jasmine didn't hesitate. The robe fell in a fluid motion, revealing her toned, caramel-toned body—the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the glisten between her thighs.
He held out his hand.
She walked forward, barefoot and obedient.
"Shower," he said.
Under the Water – No Words Needed
The walk to the en-suite bathroom was silent, except for the soft patter of their feet on polished marble. The bathroom was larger than most apartments—walls of black granite, a walk-in rain shower encased in crystal glass, steam already misting the air.
Jasmine stepped in first, standing beneath the rainfall nozzle as warm water cascaded down her body. Her breasts rose with each breath, her eyes closed as the heat soaked into her flushed skin.
She heard the door hiss open behind her. Then—he was there.
The door to the master bathroom slid shut with a soft hiss, sealing the chamber in steam and silence. Jasmine stood beneath the rainfall nozzle, head tilted back, warm droplets cascading over her face, her throat, her breasts.
She didn't turn when she heard him step in—she didn't have to.
Her body responded before her mind did. Nipples hardened. Thighs tightened. She was wet long before the water touched her.
Ryan came up behind her, silent as shadow. His hands moved around her waist, caressing the curve of her hips. One hand moved upward, palming her breast—his thumb brushing her nipple in slow, teasing circles—while the other slid down, fingers parting her folds.
Ryan pressed her against the granite wall, one arm braced beside her head. His cock—still hard—pressed between her ass cheeks, hot and thick and demanding.
"Did you touch yourself?" he asked, voice low.
Jasmine's voice was breathy. "No… I waited. Like you told me."
Ryan slid a hand between her legs, cupping her soaked pussy from behind.
"Liar," he growled.
She gasped. "Only once. During the second orgasm. She was moaning so loud, I—"
He cut her off by shoving two fingers inside her without warning.
"Silence."
He pressed the length of his cock between her cheeks, grinding slowly as she arched against him.
After some time, "Turn around," he said.
On Her Knees Beneath the Steam
Jasmine turned, water slicking her hair to her back. Her eyes sparkled with unfiltered hunger. She dropped to her knees in the wet marble basin, the droplets hitting her back like tiny drums.
His cock stood thick and ready—long, veined, already flushed with blood.
She leaned forward and kissed the tip gently, worshipfully.
"I filmed everything you asked," she whispered between kisses, "but I've been aching the entire time."
Her tongue flicked out and traced along the underside of his shaft, from base to head, slow and reverent. She took him into her mouth inch by inch, her lips sealing tight around the girth.
Ryan grunted softly, fingers threading into her damp hair.
She bobbed her head in slow rhythm, letting the water run down her face as her cheeks hollowed around his cock. She moaned with each descent, saliva and water mixing into a slick glaze over her lips and chin.
"You enjoy this too much," Ryan said, watching her from above.
Jasmine pulled back with a wet pop and smiled up at him. "It's not just pleasure. It's purpose."
He smirked, then gripped her head and thrust into her mouth—once, twice—until her nose pressed against his pelvis. She gagged softly, drool spilling down her chin, but kept her hands clasped behind her back like a good little toy.
The Real Reward
Ryan watched her—still on her knees, water cascading down her flushed, glistening body, lips swollen from the deep throat.
"You swallowed all of it," he muttered, voice tinged with amused satisfaction.
"I'd drink you dry," Jasmine whispered, licking the remaining drop from the corner of her lip.
Ryan's eyes narrowed. "Stand up."
She obeyed, though her legs wobbled from kneeling so long. He turned her without warning and slammed her front against the granite wall, bending her forward, hands spread against the tile, ass raised like a trained submissive.
"Keep them there," he ordered.
"Yes, Master."
He reached down, spread her soaking pussy lips with his thumbs, and lined himself up again.
Then, without warning—
He slammed into her.
"Fuuuck!" Jasmine screamed as her body jolted.
He gripped her waist and began to pound her with ruthless rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass with wet, echoing cracks. Her feet barely stayed on the slick floor, his strength too much, each thrust knocking the breath from her lungs.
"You waited all night?" he grunted, pulling her hair to tilt her head back.
"I did—only touched once—I promise—ahh—Ryan—harder—!"
He slammed deeper. Harder. His cock drilled into her, dragging across every nerve ending, each thrust sending tremors through her toned legs.
The Power Shift – Total Control
He wrapped her hair around his fist, yanked her back upright, and brought his hand around to grip her throat.
Her breath hitched—she loved it.
He leaned down, voice in her ear. "You watched us. You wanted this. You earned it."
"Please…use me…break me…"
Ryan pulled out and lifted her easily, his arms sliding under her thighs. He pinned her back against the warm stone and thrust up into her midair, holding her weight like she was made of nothing.
Jasmine moaned into his neck, her nails clawing at his back as his cock pistoned in and out of her soaked cunt.
The water rained over them, his muscles flexing with each upward thrust, her body bouncing in his grip.
She came again—shaking, gasping, crying.
Her climax was long and violent, her moans reduced to desperate whimpers as he didn't let up.
He kept going. Fucking her through the orgasm.
Bent and Begging
He let her slide down onto her feet only to bend her over the marble bench. She spread her legs wide, presenting herself like an offering.
Ryan grabbed her ass and fucked her harder than before—long, deep, punishing strokes. Every slap of skin echoed louder. The wetness of her cunt made it lewd, every withdrawal met with suction and every entry with a wet slap.
Jasmine's face pressed against the cold marble. Her breath fogged the stone. She screamed every time he bottomed out.
"Yes! Yes! Yes, fuck me! Ruin me—Ryan—use me—don't stop!"
He reached around, fingered her clit as he pounded her from behind, pushing her toward a fourth orgasm.
"You're nothing without this," he growled.
"I know—I know—just a slut—yours—yours!"
Her pussy spasmed around him as she came again, legs giving out, arms collapsing beneath her.
Final Act – Deserved Destruction
Ryan flipped her over one last time. She lay back across the marble seat, legs dangling over the edge, body limp.
He climbed on top of her, holding her thighs wide, and fucked her with brute force. Jasmine's back arched, her breasts bouncing with every savage thrust.
She was wrecked. Hair plastered to her face, mascara bleeding, mouth open in a permanent gasp.
And then—
"Open," he said.
She obeyed.
He pulled out, straddled her chest, and shoved his cock into her mouth one final time. She took him with no hesitation, no gag, her throat used to the shape now.
Ryan groaned—and came.
A second time.All over her tongue. Her face. Her tits.
Jasmine swallowed what she could, then rubbed the rest into her skin with slow, reverent hands.
"Thank you…" she whispered.
Ryan stood over her, breathing hard, watching her broken, satisfied form beneath him—steam rising, water falling, cum dripping down her chin.
He turned off the water, tossed her a towel, and spoke without looking back:
"Clean yourself. Clean Geeta. Then be ready for the next mission."
Jasmine nodded, lying on the stone bench, thighs twitching, cum cooling on her skin.
"Yes, Master," she whispered again.