It had been a long day.

I sank lower into the bath, a wine glass perched by the taps, candles flickering. I sighed, relaxing in the peace and quiet.

The door creaked.

Perfect.

“Darling,” James called, his voice full of mischief, “I have returned from the library bearing erotica of the most educational variety.”

I grinned. “You got me smut?” He knew I liked reading spicy novels, but he’d never brought me some home before. 

“Better. I got you vintage instructional smut.”

He stepped into the doorway, holding up a book with the sort of cover that usually promises enlightenment through tantric breathing or crystals shaped like willies. Hypnosis for Intimacy was the title, written above two shadowy lovers trapped in a swirl of psychedelic stars.

“Oh dear god. Hypnosis. Are you serious?”

James gave a solemn nod. “Tonight, I shall delve into your subconscious and awaken our erotic potential.”

I laughed. “Suuuuure.”

“Shhh,” he said, flipping open the book. “Let your mind open like a flower.”

I leaned back against the smooth edge of the tub, swirling my wine lazily. “Go on then. Hypnotise me. I could do with a nap.”

His voice dropped to something low and slow, mock-serious. “Take a deep breath in. Feel your body melt. Let the day dissolve. Your thoughts drifting away…”

It was ridiculous. But I didn’t stop him.

The bathwater was cradling me just right. Warmth seeping into muscles, James’s voice echoed, soft and droning. Still playful, but soothing. He kept reading. I let my eyes flutter shut. Let myself float.

And then, I blinked. The water wasn’t hot anymore. It was lukewarm and cooling against my skin. The candles had burnt lower.

James was still there, sitting on the stool by the bath, book open in his lap. A lot more pages flipped than I remembered.

“…Did I fall asleep?” I asked, stretching slightly. 

He gave a little chuckle. “You didn’t fall asleep. You were in a trance. Like, proper head-lolling, eyes-glazed, breathing-slow. It was a bit creepy actually,” he teased.

I laughed. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not. You might start clucking like a chicken any second.”

“Ha,” I laughed as I sat up a little straighter, wet hair clinging to my shoulders. “Go on then. What’s my trigger word?”

He waggled his eyebrows, smirking. “Whenever you think about my massive package…” He gestured grandly toward his crotch.

I rolled my eyes. “You dork.”

But something… stirred.

Heat bloomed low in my belly. My nipples peaked under the cooling water. I shifted, and the slickness between my legs was undeniable.

Wait. What the fuck?

Was I actually turned on?

I pressed my thighs together. 

Oh fuck.

I let my hand drift under the water. Just a little touch. Just to check.

A soft gasp escaped before I could stop it.

James’s head tilted. “Wait. Are you?” His eyes widened. “Are you touching yourself?”

I nodded, cheeks flushed. “I… I think ‘package’ actually did something.”

I didn’t mean to move, but my hips rolled under the surface, searching for something.

James blinked. “Katie?”

I let out a startled laugh, half a gasp. “I… oh my god!” I was in disbelief; I could hardly contain myself.

He grinned, clearly thinking I was teasing. “Thinking about my package, are you?”

The warmth deepened, curling through me. My fingers clenched on the rim of the tub. I could barely look at him.

“Okay,” I managed, voice shaky. “Maybe don’t say it again.”

He tilted his head. “This word?”

“James.”

“Package?”

A breath escaped me, sharp and involuntary. The look on his face changed from amused to astonished.

“Oh my god,” he said softly. “It actually works.”

“Shut up,” I said, but it came out breathless, not angry.

The air crackled between us. The water shifted around me, small waves lapping at the porcelain. I met his eyes. “Get in,” I said firmly.

“What?”

“In the bath. Now.”

He put the book down on the edge of the bath and threw his clothes to the corner in seconds. The water sloshed violently as James scrambled in; the sight of his cock hardening right in front of me made my cunt clench hard. The need was a physical ache now, deep and insistent.

"Fuck, I need you so bad," I gasped, pulling him toward me. "Get inside me. Now."

He climbed between my legs, water splashing over the edge of the bath as he tried to get a good angle. I groaned. "Hurry!"

He tried hovering over me, knees jammed against porcelain, elbows slipping. His tip nudged my slit once, twice, agonisingly close, but he couldn't sink in. The bath was too narrow and too short. An irrational anger at the person who designed the bath for not foreseeing this situation bloomed in me. I whined, arching uselessly. "Bloody hell, James!"

"Tight fit!" he grunted, shifting his weight. His knee slipped off the edge and plunged into the water, soaking the book resting precariously on the stool. Hypnosis for Intimacy landed with a sodden slap in the water beside us. Neither of us glanced at it.

"For God’s sake," I hissed, desperation clawing up my throat. The desire inside me was too strong, that coiled heat demanding relief. "Let me."

Before he could protest, I pushed him back against the sloped end, water surging over the rim and soaking the bathroom floor. He landed with a surprised "Oof!" as I straddled him, knees braced wide on the slippery enamel. Finally, space. My hand dove down, gripped his cock properly and positioned him at my entrance. Soaked curls brushed his knuckles.

I sank down slowly, agonisingly, feeling him stretch me wide. A low moan tore from my throat as his thickness filled me completely. I struggle to describe how much I needed him deep inside me at that moment, and finally having him there felt so right. So good.  

James groaned beneath me, hands gripping my hips as I lifted myself almost free, then slammed back down onto his prick, taking every inch. Relief flooded me, sharp and sweet. His hips bucked upward to meet my downward thrust. Wet skin slapped. The bathwater churned around our joined bodies as I rode him hard, chasing that deep, hypnotic hunger.

"Package," James gasped, testing it.

My core clenched around him like a vice. I cried out, my rhythm faltering as my body responded viscerally to the word. "You bastard!" I gasped, laughing breathlessly even as I ground down harder, grinding my swollen clit against his pubic bone. He grinned, thrusting upward sharply. 

"Yes, fuck yes!" I panted, nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop."

The water lapped wildly over my thighs as I rode him, the bath's porcelain unforgiving beneath my knees. James gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, thrusting upward as I slammed down.

I would feel my orgasm building in the distance when James whispered, “Package”. My brain seemed to short-circuit, neurones firing off randomly as my climax suddenly hit me like a train, a shuddering, gasping thing that left me boneless against his chest, water lapping at my chin. Blissful numbness spread through my limbs. 

I was exhausted, spent, and ready to sleep for a week after a huge orgasm.

"Christ," I breathed, cheek pressed to his chest. "That was…"

"Package," James murmured against my temple.

Heat roared back through me instantly. My cunt clenched around his still-hard cock, a fresh wave of slickness gushing between us. "You utter bastard," I hissed, hips jerking involuntarily. The aftershock hadn’t even faded before the hunger returned, raw, insistent, and deeper than before. 

James chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into my arse. "Out. Now." 

I didn’t want to move; I wanted to fuck his brains out then and there, but my knees were screaming at me already. 

We scrambled from the tub, water sluicing off us onto the already flooded floor. My knees ached, my hip bones bruised from the enamel edge. James winced as he stepped out, rubbing his lower back. "Bloody awful place for a shag," he muttered. 

I bent over the bath’s rim, soap suds clinging to my skin. "Less complaining," I panted, spreading my legs wider, "more fucking." I could barely think of anything at that moment other than getting him inside me once more. 

He pressed against me, cock sliding effortlessly through my soaked folds before nudging my entrance. One hand fisted in my hair, wrenching my head back. The other gripped my slippery hip. 

He drove into me, taking control this time, fucking me like he could tell I needed. Each thrust made my small breast bounce with his rhythm.

"Good girl. Take my fucking package," he growled in my ear. 

My vision blurred. "James!" 

"My perfect package," he hissed, snapping his hips forward.

My thighs trembled violently. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, and just whimpered as the pressure built again, relentless. Water dripped from his hair onto my back, mingling with sweat. His rhythm turned brutal, each snap of his pelvis punctuated by my desperate moans until my legs gave out entirely. He held me upright, fucking me through the second climax while I screamed into the crook of my elbow. 

As my screams turned to whimpers, James eased me down onto the towel he'd flung onto the flooded floor. Every muscle felt liquid, drained. Blissfully, utterly drained. My cunt still throbbed with a deep, tender pulse. 

What had it been? Five minutes? Maybe less. Two blinding orgasms ripped from me so fast it left me trembling. Sated, yes. But shaky. Weak.

James stood over me, breathing hard, water dripping from his hair onto his chest. His cock, thick and flushed and still rigidly hard, bobbed inches from my face. A fresh bead of pre-cume glistened at the tip. He hadn't come yet. Not even close. His eyes, dark and hungry, scanned my sprawled form.

"You look shattered," he murmured, a grin playing on his lips. He nudged my thigh gently with his knee. "Sensitive?" His thumb brushed the slick skin just above my mound. 

I flinched, a sharp intake of breath escaping me. “Christ, yes.” Every touch felt amplified, electric.

James stood in front of me, positioning himself squarely, his erection jutting proudly. "We had better let you recover." His hand wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it steady. The thick shaft, flushed dark, curved slightly upward. The swollen head gleamed wetly, veins prominent. "But let's keep you busy." His grin widened, wicked. "Fancy sucking my package for a while?"

The word slammed into me like a physical blow. Heat surged through me instantly, molten and demanding, obliterating the lingering numbness. My nipples peaked painfully hard. A fresh gush of wetness slicked my inner thighs. The exhaustion vanished, replaced, or at least overwhelmed by a desperate, clawing hunger focused entirely on the thick prick bobbing before my eyes. “Yes. God, yes.” I needed it in my mouth. Needed to taste him, feel that hardness fill my throat, hear him groan.

I knew this was the hypnosis, but I didn’t care; I wanted him. I lunged forward, pushing his hand aside, and took the swollen head of his cock into my mouth. Salt and musk exploded on my tongue. 

"Fuck, Katie," James breathed, fingers tangling in my wet hair.

I sucked greedily, swirling my tongue around the sensitive ridge beneath the head. I pushed lower, taking more of his length, gagging slightly before relaxing my throat. Saliva pooled, mixing with his pre-cum. 

I bobbed my head, my own hips shifting restlessly on the towel, the ache between my legs flaring anew even as I serviced him. One hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, fingers barely meeting, feeling the powerful pulse beneath the skin. The other crept between my own trembling thighs, fingertips finding my swollen clit, slick and hypersensitive. 

I rubbed slow, tight circles as I sucked him deeper, the dual sensations, his hardness filling my mouth and my own fingers on my needy bud, making stars dance behind my eyelids. It was ridiculous. Exhausting. Utterly fucking perfect. His hips began to jerk shallowly, thrusting gently into my mouth. A low groan rumbled deep in his chest.

My throat worked, pulling him deeper, lips stretched tight around the thick shaft. Saliva trickled down my chin, mingling with bathwater and sweat. 

Every bob of my head sent fresh sparks through my core, amplified by the frantic circles my fingers drew around my swollen clit. Every touch was almost too much, yet I couldn't stop.

"Package," James groaned above me, fingers tightening in my hair.

The word reverberated through my skull, hot and electric. My cunt clenched violently around nothing. My sucking grew frantic, desperate. A choked moan escaped me around his cock.

"Package," he hissed again, hips bucking shallowly against my face.

It was too much. The need surged, overwhelming, primal. I pulled back abruptly, gasping for air, his slick prick sliding wetly from my lips.

My hands shoved hard against his chest. He stumbled back slightly, landing heavily on his arse on the soaked tiles. Before he could react, I scrambled forward, straddling his lap. My knees sank into the sodden towel on either side of his thighs. Water dripped from my hair onto his chest. His cock stood proud and rigid between us, brushing against my soaked curls, smearing wetness across my belly.

I gripped his shoulders, nails digging in. "Inside me. Now." My voice was raw, commanding. "Fuck me properly."

His hands flew to my hips, lifting me effortlessly. I guided him, fingers wrapping his thick shaft, positioning the swollen, slick tip right at my entrance. The heat radiating from him was intense.

"Package," he breathed, eyes locked on mine, dark with amusement and lust.

I snarled, fury and desire twisting together. With a fierce cry, I slammed my hips down, impaling myself on his entire length in one brutal thrust. He groaned, head thrown back, fingers biting into the flesh of my arse as I began to ride him.

I bounced hard on his lap, my wet cunt swallowing his cock over and over, the slap of skin echoing loud round the room. Water squelched beneath us on the towel. Each downward plunge drove him deep. My clit rubbed relentlessly against the coarse hair above his cock with every frantic lift and fall.

"Package," James gasped, thrusting up hard to meet my descent.

My rhythm faltered, a shudder ripping through me. I gripped his shoulders tighter, riding through the wave of sensation. "Shut up!" I panted, laughing breathlessly even as my hips pistoned faster. "Just fucking fuck me!"

He obeyed, hands sliding to grip my waist, lifting me higher before slamming me back down onto his cock with bruising force. His thrusts became powerful upwards surges, perfectly timed with my downward strokes. The force drove the breath from my lungs. His fingers dug into my hips, controlling the pace, lifting me almost entirely off him before plunging me back down onto his rigid prick. Over and over. 

The wet slap of flesh grew louder, faster. My cries were sharp, ragged things, lost in the frantic rhythm. His groans deepened, becoming guttural. Sweat dripped into my eyes. The friction on my clit was constant and maddening, building the pressure unbearably fast. 

My body locked, arched impossibly tight against him as the climax tore through me violently, ripping a raw scream from my throat. Wave after wave of pure, shuddering ecstasy pulsed through my cunt, clenching rhythmically around his thick, driving cock. He groaned, a deep, primal sound, his thrusts turning frantic, uncontrolled. He held me down hard as he slammed upwards one last, brutal time. I felt him swell impossibly thicker inside me, then the hot, pulsing rush of his cum flooding my depths. His groan vibrated through my bones. We stayed locked together, shuddering, breathing ragged gasps into the humid air. Water pooled coldly beneath us. 

The tile floor was freezing under my knees. James’ cum felt thick and warm, leaking out of my cunt onto my inner thigh, dripping onto the already soaked towel beneath us. Blissful numbness warred with bone-deep exhaustion. My hips ached. My jaw felt stiff from sucking him. Christ, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cum that hard, that fast, three times!. 

“God,” I breathed, pushing damp hair off my forehead. “That was…” 

James chuckled, low and raspy, shifting his weight. Water dripped from his hair onto my shoulder. “Insane?” 

“Fun,” I corrected, managing a shaky grin. 

He nodded, eyes heavy-lidded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. We stayed slumped together in the puddle, catching our breath.

Slowly, wincing at the stiffness, I pushed myself up. Water ran in rivulets down my legs. My knees protested. James reached out a steadying hand, his fingers brushing my hip. 

“Careful,” he murmured. 

I nodded, stepping gingerly over the sodden towel towards the bath’s edge. A fresh wave of cum slid downwards and slicked my thigh. I grabbed my robe hanging on the back of the door, wrapping it around my shivering body. It stuck to damp skin instantly.

“Right,” I said, turning back. My voice sounded steadier now. “How do we undo this?” 

James laughed as he hauled himself up. “Yeah. Probably best not to have you turning into a sex-crazed lunatic every time someone mentions pack…” 

My hand shot out, clamping hard over his mouth before he could finish it. His eyes widened over my fingers, then crinkled with amusement. He nodded slowly, understanding. I held my breath, waiting, half-expecting that familiar coil of heat to ignite anyway. It didn’t. Not this time. Just the lingering soreness, the wetness between my legs. 

He gently pulled my hand away. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be a twat,” I muttered, but without heat. 

He glanced towards the stool where the book had been. His brow furrowed. “Shit.” He crouched, fishing the soggy mass out of the puddle near the tub. The lurid psychedelic cover was a pulpy mess, pages swollen and fused together. Water dripped from its corners onto the tiles. He peeled two pages apart gingerly; they tore like wet tissue paper. 

“It’s ruined,” he stated flatly. He looked worried. Properly worried now. “I hadn’t… I hadn’t actually read the part about removing the trigger.” 

A cold prickle of unease crawled up my spine. “Oh, brilliant.” 

He tried forcing another page apart. It disintegrated. “Sodding hell.” He looked up at me, attempting a reassuring smile. It faltered. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. How many times...