The hot water stung the scratches on my back as I dunked my head under to wash away the long night of drinking and sex. The shower door opened behind me, and a rush of cool air swept over my wet skin.

Kimberly's soft lips pressed against my shoulder. "Hope you don't mind if I use some of your hot water. The plane is waiting for me at the airport." Her fingers touched the scratches. "Oops, did I do that?"

"Sometimes I think you have them filed sharper to inflict the most damage."

"More fun that way."

I reached forward and turned on the second pair of water jets. I'd had the shower built big enough to accommodate four people, but it had only ever reached capacity twice. I'd discovered two women could be a treat but three required way too much organization on my part.

I turned to look at Kimberly.

She reached up to smooth her hair back under the water. The hot water cascaded over her puckered nipples as her plump tits jutted forward. "Besides, you left some damage of your own." She twisted at the waist to show me the red marks on her ass.

"As I recall, you kept yelling 'harder'." Thinking about the spanking she'd begged for the night before made my balls tighten. My cock surged into a rod of steel. I closed the gap between us. My chest grazed her hardened nipples as I reached behind her and grabbed hold of her long, wet hair. I tugged it just hard enough to lift up her face. Her lips parted, and I swept my tongue between them.

Kimberly and I had what I considered a perfect arrangement. It was a cock and pussy trade off, pure and simple. She came for cock, and I invited her for pussy. She was a wealthy heiress who spent her entire life traveling between family estates and her own posh houses. Whenever she was in California, and more specifically, next door at her family's Malibu Beach house, she stopped by for what she referred to as her 'friendly neighborhood spanking, rough play and fuck fest'.

Kimberly's fingers wrapped around my erection. She slipped the fleshy head between the folds of her pussy. I yanked her hair back farther and sucked the shower water off her long throat.

My mouth trailed along her skin. "Are you sure you need to leave for France so soon? I was hoping for one long fuck session tonight to celebrate the investment deal I'm locking down today. The deal that's going to earn me a partnership."

"Ooh, baby," she said with a fake breathy tone. "You make me so damn hot when you talk about investment deals while I have your cock pinched between my thighs." She laughed and squeezed my cock hard enough to make me wince and release her hair. "Sounds like you're going to miss me." She pushed her breasts against my chest.

"I'm definitely going to miss certain parts." I took rough hold of her wrists and yanked them up above her head.

"Damn, Archer, we sure are a couple of damaged fucking people." Her tongue flicked out, and she licked the water off her bottom lip. "Make me scream or you'll have to start all over." Her hair slapped me as I spun her around and pressed her hands against the tile wall. Water jets pulsed at us from every direction as the massive shower filled with hot, soapy steam.

I grabbed her hips to yank her ass toward me, but Kimberly was way ahead. She jutted her fine, round bottom at me and spread her legs wide. "You better make this worth my while, Nash Archer. I want my pussy to be aching for you all the way to Paris."

I knew exactly what she liked. She wanted to be punished when we fucked, just as badly as I wanted to punish her. She was right. We were truly damaged. It was one of the reasons I'd had more than one night of sex with the woman, a rarity for me. The madman who raised me, namely, my dad, had drilled into me that friends and longtime lovers were useless soul suckers who screwed with your focus. And without focus, you were screwed. He was an asshole, but the rules he forcefully instilled in me had made me a cutthroat businessman.

I jammed my cock into Kimberly. Her groan echoed off the glass. Something told me it was more from being tender after a long night of pleasure. I dug my fingers into her flesh and held her firmly as I pumped into her.

"Damn," she purred. "What have you done to my pussy with that oversized cock of yours?" Her weak laugh stretched into a breathy moan.

"Should I stop?" I grunted, thinking it was the last thing I wanted.

Kimberly's fingers curled. She kept her fists braced against the tile. Her knuckles were white, but instead of withdrawing, she pushed her ass out farther, wanting more.

"Have you heard me scream your name yet, Archer?" she said through the clenched jaw of pain.

"Not yet," I growled as I ground my cock into her.

"Then don't you dare stop." A whimper left her lips as I thrust into her harder. When we fucked, it seemed to rip open every raw emotion the two of us had locked away in our dark souls. But it had nothing to do with passion or an intimate connection between us. Our relationship was purely physical. The pain she craved seemed to stem from a life where things were too easy, so easy that there was never fulfillment. My dad had accumulated nearly as much wealth as Kimberly's family had been pushing along from generation to generation, but nothing came easy for me. The only thing my dad ever bought for me were things I never wanted, like tuitions to pretentious private schools, piano lessons and custom suits. What kid wanted a fucking three piece suit for his thirteenth birthday? I sure as fuck didn't. And just like our vastly different upbringings, Kimberly and I used each other for uninhibited, no strings sex for different reasons. Kimberly always took sex to the extreme because she was looking for that sense of achievement, that satisfied feeling of completion. But my needs had nothing to do with fulfillment. I couldn't pinpoint what they were. All I knew was that I was happy to give it to Kimberly in every way she wanted. It was a sexual release, but I wasn't kidding myself. The pleasure I got from punishing her came from an anger that was so deeply buried in my soul, I didn't always recognize it. Like right then, as the shower heated our skin and my pulse pounded through my veins, I dug my cock into her again and again. There was anger in it. Anger, not at the beautiful and equally dark-souled woman in my grasp. It was an anger that I couldn't define, but it was there. It had been there since childhood.

Kimberly's legs grew shaky. I wrapped my arm around her and slid my fingers along her pussy to her clit. I stroked her gently, the way she liked her clit stroked, the only part of her body she liked me to treat in what she called a 'gentlemanly manner'.

A frustrated moan rolled out from her lips. "You've broken my pussy, you bastard. You're going to need to fuck me in the ass. And don't you dare come first."

"You're asking a lot of me. That tight ass of yours always milks me to orgasm fast." I pulled free of her pussy and gritted my teeth as I pushed into her ass. "Fuck, darling, you're going to kill me this morning."

"I sure—am—if you don't—get this done, Archer." Her words were punctuated with quick, sharp breaths.

"Laser—focus. Ignore the p—pain. Win at all—costs," I muttered between groans. Some kids were told to say their prayers before bed, I had to repeat my dad's chant ten times before closing my eyes.

Kimberly stopped rocking back against me for a second and looked over her shoulder. "You aren't seriously reciting your dad's stupid fucking credo in the middle of ass play. Is that pep talk for you or me?" She faced the wall again and pushed against me, taking my erection in farther and pushing me torturously close to coming.

"For you," I grunted. "Trust me, I don't need a pep talk right now. I'm right fucking there."

I flicked my thumb over her clit and had to concentrate on my hand between her legs to keep my mind off my cock. I was at the brink of exploding.

Kimberly’s legs suddenly regained strength. She rocked back taking in more of me as my fingers strummed her clit to orgasm.

"Fuck! Yes! You fucker!" Kimberly's screams pierced the air.

She stayed braced against the wall as we both caught our breath.

"I never once doubted that you could do it, Archer." She said on a long sigh as she straightened and stepped under the shower head.

I bowed my head to finish the performance. "Just like I always say—failure is never an option."