"Blissful Agony"

Maya woke up to the sensation of her body screaming in protest, every muscle aching, every fiber of her being throbbing with a gentle, yet persistent pain. She groaned, shifting her position, and Brock stirred beside her, his arm tightening around her waist. "Morning," he whispered, his voice husky with sleep. Maya turned her head, her eyes meeting his, and she smiled weakly. "Morning," she replied, her voice equally rough. Brock's gaze roamed over her face, and he frowned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You okay? You look a little rough." Maya laughed, a low, throaty sound. "I'm fine. Just a little... sore." Brock's expression turned thoughtful, and he nodded. "I think I can help with that." He slid out of bed, pulling Maya up with him, and leading her to the bathroom. The jetted tub was already filling with water, and the air was thick with the scent of lavender and chamomile. Maya's eyes widened as Brock turned on the jets, and the water began to churn and bubble. "In here," he said, gesturing to the tub. Maya hesitated for a moment, but Brock's persuasive gaze and the promise of relaxation won her over. She stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm water with a sigh of relief. Brock followed, sitting down beside her, and pulling her onto his lap. The water closed over them, and Maya felt her muscles begin to relax, the ache in her body easing. As they sat there, Brock's hands began to roam over her body, massaging her shoulders, and working out the knots in her muscles. Maya closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan, as his fingers danced across her skin. She opened her eyes to find Brock watching her, his gaze hot, and his eyes burning with desire. Without a word, Maya leaned forward, her mouth closing around Brock's cock. He groaned, his eyes flying closed, as she worked him, her tongue and lips moving in tandem. The water churned around them, and the jets created a soothing background noise, as Maya sucked him off, her body swaying to the rhythm of his breathing. Brock's hands grasped her hips, pulling her closer, his fingers digging into her skin. "Maya, I need to taste you," he growled, his voice low, and husky. Maya straddled his face, her pussy lowering onto his mouth, as his tongue licked her folds, and his fingers dipped inside her. The sensations coursing through her body were almost too much to bear, and Maya felt herself begin to rise, her body quivering with anticipation. Brock's mouth and fingers worked her into a frenzy, and she knew she was in for a wild ride. He lifted her off his face, and she slid onto his cock, her body sinking down onto his, as the jets and bubbles surrounded them. Maya bounced on his cock, her body screaming with pleasure, as Brock's hands grasped her hips, pulling her down, his mouth around one nipple, then the other. The water churned, and the bubbles created a sensual, and erotic atmosphere, as Maya rode him, her body moving in time with the jets. "Cum for me, Maya," Brock growled, his voice low, and husky. "I want you to cum 100 times in this tub." Maya's eyes went wide, her body trembling with excitement, as she felt herself begin to rise, again, and again, and again. The world narrowed to the sensations coursing through her body, as Brock's fingers, mouth, and cock took her on a wild ride, and she lost count, her body becoming a mere vessel for the pleasure that coursed through her. As the minutes ticked by, Maya's body began to feel like it was on fire, her nerve endings screaming with pleasure, and her body responding to every touch, every kiss, and every thrust. She was a machine, designed solely for pleasure, and Brock was the one controlling her, pushing her to new heights, and taking her to depths she'd never thought possible. The bathwater churned, and the jets created a soothing background noise, as Maya's body moved, and responded, and reacted, her body aching, and throbbing, and screaming with pleasure. And Brock was there, every step of the way, pushing her, and pulling her, and taking her on a journey she'd never forget.