by Kasey Belle
“I want you bare here, kitten. I will make an appointment for you.” Paul’s fingertips grazed her soft curls.
Paul removed his hand and positions himself over her. As he arranged himself over Cathy, she widened her thighs to make room for him. His face was inches from hers. Cathy lifted her face, parting her lips inviting his kiss. Chuckling, he obliged her.
“Yeah, because kissing our mate is such a hardship,” his wolf snorted sarcastically.
Her lips felt warm and soft on his, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. His tongue swept her mouth and tangled with hers. He explored her mouth as thoroughly as he planned explore the rest of her.
He pulled away and his wolf preened when her eyes popped open and she automatically leaned toward him as if she craved his touch.
“Did you hear me, Mate?”
“W-what?” Cathy blinked, trying to focus.
Paul’s lips twitched, she was adorable. “I said, I want your pussy bare. I will make an appointment for you.” He grinned when her expression went from shocked to indignant.
“I’m not waxing. You can forget it.”
The way she emphasized the word waxing told him that bastard had something to do with this. A warning niggled the back of his mind. He hit on yet another sensitive subject. Fuck!
“He made you wax?”
Her jaw clenched.
“Tell me, Mate. We can’t address it if you don’t say the words. Tell me.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ruin the vibe. I-I’ll tell you later.”
He grasped her hands and raised them above her head, pinning her down. “No, kitten, you didn’t ruin anything. You will tell me now and let’s be done with it,”
She took a fortifying breath, screwing up her courage. “He strapped me to a makeshift medical table, put my legs in stirrups, and waxed me himself. At first I begged and pleaded with him not to do it, but that made it worse. So after a while I just…just,” she whispered the last two words, “let him.”
He rubbed his nose on hers. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I would never force you to do something like that, not by my own hand, or someone else’s.”
“Why do you want me bare,” she said bare like a curse, “down there?”
“Don’t get mad, kitten. I know what you are thinking. That asshole used it as a form of control and dominance over you, without thought or care for what you wanted or needed. Yes, it impedes my view, and I want to be able to see and feel you better. It will also make you more sensitive to my touch. More sensitive to the pleasure that will come when touch you.” His fingers grazed her folds, and she gasped.
“More sensitive. I’ll die, I won’t be able to take it.”
Paul chuckled. She could take that and so much more. He let her think about his proposal and watched as emotions flitted across her face. He could practically see her dissecting what he said, looking at every angle. “What if I said no, that it’s a hard limit?”
“The waxing or the bare pussy?”
“Um, both?”
“Is it?” He could see in her expressive eyes that it wasn’t. She threw down the gauntlet, and he picked it up. Now, he waited for her to decide, how she wanted to play it.
His wolf growled. “She is testing us.”
“Yes, she is.”
“I am equal parts annoyed and proud.”
“I know. But, we will not push her limits, yet.”
“We can’t let her get away with this, either. Especially, if she decides to lie to us.”
“We won’t, but she won’t lie.”
“I really can’t do the wax thing, Paul. Just the thought.” She shivered. “What about shaving? Would you mind if I did that instead?”
He was so proud of her for speaking up and trusting him with her wants and needs. He was sure it seemed like a small request to her, but to him, it spoke volumes with regard to her trust. Honestly, waxing wasn’t a requirement, as long as she remained smooth and bare for his, as well as her, pleasure. He would never force a woman, especially his mate, to have her pubic hair ripped out at the root. If she wanted to shave, he could work with that. Amend that, he would do the work. The steel rod in his pants affirmed how much he preferred that scenario, to an aesthetician waxing his lovely mate.
“Shaving will work, but only if I do it. Will you trust me to take care of this?” He ran his fingertips through trimmed curls.
“I think I can handle that.”
“I promise not to cut off anything important.”
She grinned, “Funny.”
He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips, “Don’t move.”
“Yes, Paul.”
He headed to the kitchen and bathroom, to gather supplies. He grabbed a metal bowl from the cupboard and filled it with hot water, carried it to the bedroom, and set it on the nightstand. She tracked his every move. He went to the bathroom to retrieve the shaving cream, razor, and hand towel. He sharpened his straight razor in the bathroom, using the leather strap that hung on the back of the door. He didn’t want to sharpen it in front of her and bring back bad memories that would have her calling her safeword.
Once he had all of his implements laid out on the nightstand, he climbed back on the bed and kneeled between her knees. He took hold of her ankles, instructed her to bend her knees, and pushed her feet back until her heels touched her butt.
“Put your feet flat on the mattress, relax your muscles, and let your knees fall open.”
He soaked the towel in the hot water and rung out the excess. When Paul placed a fresh, hot towel on her pussy, she moaned. Over and over, he sent the towel into the water, wrung it out, and then placed it on her mound, making her skin and pubic hair soft and pliant. Once Paul thought she was ready, he applied the shaving cream with his fingers, making her moan. Unable to resist teasing her, Paul held up the straight razor where she could see it, made his hand shake and tremble, and said, “Don’t move, kitten.”
Chapter 22
When Cathy felt his hand, as he played with her curls, she arched into his touch. Her pussy wept and her clit throbbed. She was so sensitive, she couldn’t stand it, and he wanted her to be more sensitive? She wasn’t being dramatic when she told him she’d never survive it.
Then her heart practically leapt from her chest when he showed her the damned straight razor. Don’t move? Don’t worry! Oh my God! She was really going to do this. She was going to let him put that sharp blade on her hoo-haw and shave it. She must have lost her mind. She was letting him fulfill his bare-down-there fetish, with a straight razor.
The second the thought crossed her mind, she chastised herself. No, she had more respect for herself, and him, then to cheapen this act. Unlike Bud, Paul gave her a choice. She could have said no, and he would have respected her wishes.
Her breaths came faster and faster, the same tempo as her heart, which was beating so fast, she thought she might hyperventilate and pass out. She held her breath when she felt the edge of the razor touch the soft flesh of her pussy. It took all the internal power she possessed to stop the instinctive flinch.
Paul looked up at her with pride and adoration. That. That right there was why she agreed to this. Her heart soared, and the damaged parts of her healed a bit more when he looked at her like that. He sincerely believed her submission was a precious gift. He expressed that truth not only with his words and actions, but with his heart, as well.
He wanted her trust and her submission, but he would not take it from her. He wanted her to give it to him, freely. A revelation smacked her right between the eyes. That was true submission, having the right to say no, but choosing to say yes.
This was what he meant when he spoke of the equal partnership of power exchange. At first, she thought it was a crock of shit when he told her the submissive held the power. Her rush to judgment was based on past experiences, and in doing so, she had done a disservice to him, the lifestyle, and to herself. She painted them all with a wide brush of anger and hurt, and that was wro
ng. They were partners in everything and, in choosing to become his mate, they would be for the rest of their lives. I am his and he is mine.
She replayed that mantra over and over in her mind. It calmed her nerves every time she felt, the whisper light touch of the blade on her skin.
Paul moved back to the basin after each swipe to rinse the shaving cream from the blade before returning to her pussy. She felt pressure on her outer lips as he pulled the skin taut to remove the hair there. He pushed her knees back to her chest and shaved the hair around her back hole. He never once nicked her or caused her an ounce of discomfort, well except for the extreme embarrassment being in such a vulnerable and intimate position caused. He dipped the razor in the warm water one last time then used the towel to clean the blade. He took the bowl and supplies to the bathroom and she heard him dump the water. She listened to him move around in the bathroom then heard water hit the sink basin once more. Paul came out of the bathroom with another hand towel and smiled at her. She had done as he asked and hadn’t moved a muscle. Steam still wafted from the towel, as he placed the warm, wet cloth to her skin, and gently whipped the remainder of the shaving cream.
He sat back on his heels and gazed at her newly bare cunt. “All done,” he announced. “I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Never.” Paul’s tone was filled with what sounded like awe.
“Really?” she asked quietly.
“Yes, really. My newly shaved pussy is a gorgeous shade of pink. Damn, my mouth is watering. I can’t wait to taste my pussy,” Paul said hungrily.
Why did she love it when he called it “my pussy?” If it were anyone else, her newly discovered inner feminist, would have thought the possessive caveman-like way he spoke about her pussy was offensive. But not now and not with him. Never with him.
She had no experience with desire like this. She was so nervous, yet so turned on. The constant mental back and forth was driving her insane. She needed to get a grip. She needed him to kiss her. Nothing grounded her more than one of Sheriff Paul Creed’s kisses. She leaned forward, and he answered her unspoken request.
Just when she thought she couldn’t get any more aroused, Paul proved her wrong. Her eyes popped open when he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched her bare nipple hard. Her pussy clenched and her cream leaked out, coating her lips and thighs. She never knew that small amount of pain would have such an enormous effect. Holy shit!
“I am so happy you love a bite of sensual pain, kitten.”
Paul kissed her and pinched her nipple again, her moan was swallowed up by his mouth.
He pulled away from her mouth, bent down, and licked over one of her budded nipples. She moaned again because he sucked the peak into his mouth and pulled on the nub firmly. And then his teeth scraped over her nipple, eliciting once again that exquisite slight pain, her pussy clenched, and she could not stop her cry of need. Paul released her breast and blew over the
moist peak, goose bumps raised on her skin and she shivered.
He switched to the other breast, laving that nipple with the same attention. He took that nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, drawing the bead along his tongue, and her breath caught. “Oh, God.”
Cathy shook with lust and tried to slow her breathing and rapid heartbeat, but it was impossible. She was so turned on and felt in tune with every little caress and touch from him. She’d never known such hunger or passion in her life. She’d never felt so beautiful or loved, as she did in this moment.
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With two fingers, he penetrated her slick channel and her hips bowed off the bed. He scissored his fingers, stretching her, caressing the delicate inner walls of her pussy, reaching for her G-spot. He added the pressure of his thumb to her swollen clit and circled the bundle of nerves.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Her head tossed from side to side on her pillow.
“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on stopping, until I’ve given you two orgasms. The first with my fingers and the second with my mouth.”
She gasped, looking uncertain. She should never look at him like that, especially when they were naked. “You really want to do that?”
“Eat you out?”
She blushed and nodded.
“Fuck yeah. Your scent drives me insane. I told you I couldn’t wait to taste you or did you forget?”
Paul looked in her eyes as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of her cream-coated passage, drawing out the tension. Her vaginal walls gripped him as he withdrew trying to keep him inside her.
“I-I didn’t forget. I just thought, never mind.”
He didn’t say anything, didn’t prompt her, but gave her his I-am-Dom-and-you-will-not-come-until-you-tell-me face. He kept his patient rhythm, keeping her on the edge, as he waited for her answer.
She sighed in resignation. “I didn’t know men really liked to do that. I know what romance books say, but I never really thought it was true.”
“No one’s ever gone down on you before? No one has ever eaten your sweet, ripe pussy?”
“No.”
His wolf growled in satisfaction. “We had her first orgasm with our fingers, now we will get to give her another first with our mouth. I can’t wait to taste her cream on my tongue as it leaks from her body. I want to slaughter that bastard.”
“I do, too, but we will not allow him here, with us, with our Cathy. There will be time for that later.”
“Get ready for a treat, kitten, but first,” he increased the pace of his fingers and the pressure of his thumb, “I want you to come for me.”
She threw her head back and her mouth opened on a silent scream. The muscles of her cunt tightened on his fingers. He slowed his pace and brought her down from her high. She looked dazed and satisfied.
He planted a tender kiss on her parted lips. “You are so fucking gorgeous when you come, kitten. I could make you come all day and never get tired of watching you.”
“That would kill me.”
He barked a laugh. God, he loved her. He wanted to tell her, but now wasn’t the time. He didn’t want her to think he was saying it in the moment, but he would tell her, soon.
“That was one. Now I’m going to taste you for number two. Then I am going to fill that sweet pussy with my cock and give you a third before claiming you and making you mine.”
He kissed his way across her jaw, down her neck, and across her collarbones. He placed open mouth kisses on her breasts, paying close attention to her nipples. He ran his tongue down her sternum, then started kissing and nibbling his way down her body to her belly button. She giggled, when he circled and flicked the indention with his tongue.
“Another ticklish spot. I plan to find them all, kitten.” He flashed her a wolfish grin.
He settled his shoulders between her thighs, which put him mouth level with glistening folds. He ran his eyes over her soft, bare skin. Paul wrapped his arms around her upper thighs and hooked them over his shoulders. He watched her, not wanting to miss a second of her response, as he parted her with his thumbs and pressed his mouth to her. No one had done this for her and he was going to savor it. She pressed her palms flat to the mattress, and then her fingers curled, grasping the sheet in her fist.
Paul scraped his teeth lightly over her clit before sucking at it. He released the bud and gathered her cream before plunging inside her, with his tongue. He felt her muscles spasm on his appendage and knew her release raced closer.
Her whole body quivered, her lips moving in silence, mouthing a litany of Oh, god’s.
Suddenly, he thrust two fingers into her and closed his teeth around her throbbing clit. Her hips jerked toward him and completion. Paul delved deep inside her, finding that sensitive spot, and she jerked her hips forward again. A tiny cry shuddered from her, heralding the start of her orgasm. He immediately pulled back.
“Not yet, kitten.” She stilled at the command and growled in protest. She poked out her bottom lip, looking at him as if he just kicked her puppy.
“I was so close. Why did you stop?”
His lips twitched as he fought his smile. Yes, he was the Dom in this situation, but she was so damned cute. He popped the outside of her thigh with his palm. “Who is in charge here?”
“You are, but why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?”
He kissed the inside of her thigh. “You did nothing wrong, sweet mate. Prolonging your orgasm will make it all that more spectacular when it finally happens. Trust, kitten.”
“Do I have to be happy about it?”
“No. But, I will expect you to not act like a brat about it.”
“Yes, Paul fair enough.”
He got comfortable between her thighs, again. With his palms on the inside of her thighs, he spread her legs wider. He then slid his hands upward, to either side of her pretty pussy. Pulling back her labia with his thumbs, he opened her up and inhaled her scent. Dark, sensual, feminine, his. Damn, if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world, inside and out. Her intelligence, her courage, her strength, her heart, her body, everything about her was just so fucking perfect.
Her cunt was swollen and glistening with her essence. He returned his mouth to her, with the flat of his tongue, he licked her from back to front. A long, lazy, casual stroke that had her gasping and squirming on his mouth. He savored every drop of her arousal. By the fates, he was hungry for her. He ended the stroke at her distended clit. He pulled back the hood of skin shielding it and circled it with the tip of his tongue. He teased her until she slapped the bedding in frustration. He grinned against her. She was so responsive.
When her tiny hand fisted his hair, he flicked at the bundle of nerves, setting her off like he’d touched her with a live wire instead of his tongue. She screamed. The muscles in her thighs tightened and quivered against his shoulders. She was begging for the release he kept just out of reach. He slid his tongue along her slit again, gathering up the copious amount of cream spilling out of her, then moved back to the tiny bundle of nerves and sucked it between his lips. He laid his forearm across her hips when they bucked off the mattress. He entered her tight passage with three fingers, curled them, and brushed them over her g-spot. Her pussy walls contracted in an explosive climax that had her shoulders lifting of the bed. She tried to squirm away from his mouth still on her clit.
