I'm Yours, Sirs

Chapter 20 - Ellie

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I think I actually woke up at a pretty decent time this morning and finished this chapter so here it is!

Caution : This chapter does contain a talk/conversation that describes the deeper aspects of BDSM, if you're uncomfortable with it, don't read pass the second "~~~"

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My breath had been taken away and I was definitely wide awake now. When I was being brought into this bathroom, I didn't think anything of it but now I'm glad I didn't question it or else I would've ran out and not been able to experience the amount of pleasure Owen had just given me.

My breath was heavy, my body was shaking. Owen had pulled away from me and looked down at his fingers, admiring the white stuff on his two fingers. I thought he was going to go wash it off, but to my surprise he didn't.

Instead, he put his fingers up to his lips, licking off my cum from them very passionately. He opened his mouth and shoved the fingers inside, sucking off any remaining cum that was left on them. If I hadn't educated myself about a few things with sex, I would've thought that was disgusting, but instead I just found it so.. hot.

He took them out of his mouth and gave me a smile, "You taste so sweet.. how are you feeling?"

"I f-feel fine, very energized now." I replied, still trying to catch my breath while looking away from him.

He used his other hand to push my head up, making me look at him again. My pussy clenched just by the sight of him, even hearing is voice just made me aroused and could easily turn me into a blushing mess with the right words.

What are these guys turning me into?

"If you keep your head up, it should help making breathing easier for you." he informed.

'You touching me is just making it harder to breathe.'

He let go of my face and made sure I stayed in the position he put me in, walking over to the sink beside me where he turned on the water and began washing his hands. While he did that, I focused on controlling my breath which had worked after a few seconds.

He grabbed a rag from one of the holders, running that under the water as well. I was confused as to what he was doing, at first I thought he was going to use it to just dry off his hands and check up on me again, but now I was just confused.

I attempted to shift myself to the edge of the counter so I could get off, looking through my peripheral vision to see him watching me as I struggled to move.

He rang out the water from the rag, leaving it just a bit wet and walked over to me. Owen stood in my way so I didn't get off of the counter and brought it up to my face, lightly dabbing the cool rag on my face. I was a bit sweaty I will admit, and this felt so good since I was burning up from everything that just happened.

He did this for about a minute or two until he felt it was good enough, pulling it away from my face and walking away from me. He opened one of the drawers which turned out to be a slide-out laundry basket. He threw the rag in there and closed it, walking back to me.

"I recommend you use the bathroom before we go back outside, you could get a UTI if you don't and I'm sure none of us want that." he said as he took my hand.

He helped me down from the counter and carefully walked me over to the toilet that just so happened to be far away. He took his time with me as my legs kept shaking while we walked.