by Tina Donahue
“No. You have to.”
He turned off the shaver and placed it next to the scissors, restraining himself from plunging into her, or simply pressing his face to her neck for the comfort her closeness would bring. Tonight wasn’t about him. His only purpose was to satisfy. “I do.”
“I knew it!”
Rarely had he heard such glee.
“How did you do it?” She jerked her knees back and forth as if to hurry him along. “You have to tell me.”
Buying time, he lay next to her, his feet near the headboard, head propped in his palm, his face near her savory, sheared cunt. “I have a friend among the nobles. He knows my secret. For years, I’ve been visiting the cottage, spying on you as you bathed or slept, watching and wanting, desperate to have your purity. With his funds, I’m able to meet the price.” He stroked her knee and thigh, travelling toward her mound. “The other peers aren’t happy. Many call for my expulsion from their exclusive, sensual club. But the crown prince takes pity on me, allowing my bid to stand. With a condition.”
She writhed sensuously beneath his hand. “And what’s that?”
He inched closer and touched her clit.
Her legs bowed, pushing her heels deeper into the comforter.
“I have to shave you before I mount you. It’s what the richest men in the room want, to have you completely bare so they can see your folds embracing my cock, the head breaking through your barrier and disappearing little by little into your narrow slit, with me driving as deeply as I can, stopping only when my balls rest against your ass.” He probed her anus.
“Oh. Ah. Oh.” She seemed unable to say anything else.
Words flowed from him more effortlessly than he would have imagined. “Two servants chain your hands and feet to the bed. The only movement you’re allowed is to bend your knees and lift your hips to offer me easier access. As the others watch, I press a warm, damp cloth to your pussy. Incapable of resisting, thrilled by the sensation, you strain closer, wanting me to stroke your clit. The men murmur their approval. While I soap your bush, preparing it for the blade, you whip your head back and forth, betraying your tension. You’re so close to climax, but it’s not allowed. My pleasure, and the other men’s, comes first. My friend hands me the razor. The nobles surrounding the platform lean close. Those in the balconies lift the opera glasses to their eyes. Warned against making any sound, you press your mouth to your arm. Even though you’ve closed your eyes, you can feel the others watching. I begin shaving you. The blade slides over your curls baring your skin. To keep you from moving, I slip one finger into your anus. My thumb rubs your clit. My…”
He stopped.
She wasn’t listening any longer. She gripped the curved iron bars on the elaborately designed headboard.
He massaged her nub, blending reality with fantasy, bringing her to climax.
She thrashed and squirmed, vibrating the bed, then struggled to speak but gave up the fight. Air gusted from her in one last, exhausted pant.
He kissed her satiny thigh then used the towel to dry her cunt.
She grunted then yawned. “Aren’t we going to make love now?”
“You’re too tired. You need to rest.”
“The hell I do.” She struggled against her bindings then stopped, gasping from her effort. “I want you now.”
“Not until after I use the depilatory.”
She quieted then lifted her head, groaning the entire way. “You have depilatory here?”
“Bought it at Hanson’s with the candy.”
Her head fell back. “Should have gotten energy drinks.”
“Go ahead and rest.” He repeated what she’d said to him earlier. “I’ll take care of you.”
“No tickling.”
“Scout’s honor.”
She yawned louder than earlier, stretched too.
He untied her ankles first, then unlaced her boots and removed them. She wore ankle socks, the edges lacy, the kind one sees on little kids or adult film stars in movies about naughty schoolgirls. His cock reacted as any sane man’s would. Controlling himself for the nth time, he stripped off her socks, and the one he still wore, tossing them on the floor. He untied her hands next and removed her blindfold.
She opened her eyes slowly, wonder filling them. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes, I’m enjoying myself.” Lightly, he stroked her breasts, rousing her nipples to firm peaks. “How about you?”
“This is so awesome I’m going to blog about it.”
“What?”
She laughed. “Just kidding. What you’re doing tonight—tying me up, the chocolates, shaving me—did you see it in a movie?”
“No. Why?”
Her lids slipped down. Once she’d taken a long, deep breath, she looked at him again. “It’s so cool, and way beyond what most men would think of.” She hesitated. “Have you done this before?”
“I was a virgin until tonight.”
She glowed. “How’d you know about the depilatory?”
“I didn’t. I called Briana, an old friend, from the store. She told me what to buy and what to do.”
Danni’s eye rounded.
He realized how odd his explanation sounded. “I wanted this to be a surprise, and I didn’t know what to do exactly, so I had to ask someone I trust.”
“She owns a salon? She’s a dermatologist?”
His face got hot. He cursed his big mouth, but couldn’t lie. He’d done enough already. “Model.”
Confusion filled Danni’s face. “You met her in high school? You’ve been old friends since then?”
“No. I met her at His Woman’s Pleasure about five years ago. And yes, we dated. For three months. We had absolutely no chemistry, but we did enjoy talking, so we became friends.” He sucked in as much air as he could, which wasn’t a lot. “For the last couple of years, she’s lived in Australia with her husband. He’s a major developer, does shopping malls, commercial buildings, you name it. They’re expecting their second kid in March.” He faked a frown. “I don’t think I like you doubting me. I damn well don’t like you goading me with your fantasies about other guys wanting you and making me wait.”
“Maybe you should punish me.”
Her lusty suggestion made his cock jerk. “Once you’re as smooth as a baby. Come on.”
With one hand around her wrist and his other holding the depilatory, he led her into the bathroom and elbowed the switch, turning on the light.
The black-and-white diamond tile caught Danni’s attention first. She next noticed the large mirror above the sink and counter. His watch lay on it. He must have taken it off earlier. She glanced at her reflection. What a sight she was: sex-mussed hair, bruised lips, a chocolate smear on her chin, super short blonde hair covering her mound. Despite all they’d already shared, she actually blushed, imagining how she’d look when he had her baby-smooth.
“Put your right foot on the toilet seat.” He dampened a washcloth as he spoke. “And face the mirror.”
His rod and crown were scarlet, the same as her face.
She rested her foot on the white plastic and turned to the mirror. Without him asking, she folded her arms behind herself, her left hand grasping her wrist.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, making him eye level with her pussy. Like their night in Vegas, the lights and mirror revealed everything. She shivered.
“Cold?”
“No.”
“Good.” He’d pressed the warm, wet cloth to her pussy.
Sweet Jesus.
Only his mouth could have gratified more. Her sheath pulsed, nagging her for a new orgasm. Her shoulders and neck tensed.
Once he’d dampened her remaining hair, his hand covered her clit and folds, protecting and stimulating them, as he eased on the depilatory. Its minty fragrance and cool tingle wasn’t what she expected. Even after fantasizing for years, she hadn’t predicted what he’d done so far tonight, and required more. “How long does it stay on?”
H
e checked his watch. “Two minutes.”
“Then what?”
He smiled.
The seconds stretched out, whetting her appetite. She became abnormally aware of his hand on her. Her slit creamed in response. She breathed harder than he did.
At last, he wiped off the depilatory, leaving a thin blue film on her skin. He stood and turned on the glass-enclosed shower, a surprisingly modern design in such an old building. Steam billowed, clinging to the walls and doors, fogging them and the mirror.
He offered his hand.
Accepting, she entered the spacious enclosure and lifted her face to the warm, invigorating stream, not caring how it washed away her makeup.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her into him, her back to his front, and lifted the handheld sprayer. After turning the dial to tame the flow, he directed it to her pussy.
“Aw, damn.” She slumped against his sturdy chest and cock as he washed off the remaining depilatory, eventually replacing the pulsing water with his fingers.
Curious about what he’d done, she touched herself, her skin unbelievably smooth.
Before she could look, he turned her face to his for a kiss. His mouth imprisoned, his cheeks scoured hers. He sank to the shower floor, guiding her down. Once she was on her knees, he freed his mouth and stretched out on the spotless tiles, beneath the flow. His shaft was so hard it bounced off his belly and careened to the right.
She knew what it wanted. Blinking away water, she straddled him, his cock in her hand, ready to steer it inside. To make certain, she looked down.
Wow. She was all sex, nothing hidden or forbidden. Awe deluged her at her sheath swallowing his cock bit by bit, his shaft forcing her pussy to accommodate his size. “Thank you for this.”
“Are you kidding?” He choked out his words. “Thank you. Damn, I mean really fucking thank you.”
He needed release, yet she refused to rush. He had to remember this night as she would. Easing down, she finally contained his full length then tightened and relaxed her inner muscles.
His tortured features said it was too much but not enough. “Aren’t you going to do more than that?”
“Sure.” She lifted herself from him, before gentling back, her channel pulsing.
On her fifth unhurried stroke, he ground his fists into his eyes. “Please, go faster. I want to come.”
Not yet. Resolved to make this last, she was grateful for the time she spent at the gym strengthening her knees. “Hang on.” She huffed. “I’m going to fuck you raw.”
Adam dropped his hands, laughed then stopped.
She slid slowly over his pole, up and down, while masturbating herself.
He got harder, proving she’d made the right choice in what she did. Despite her sluggish pace, the more she touched herself, the more worked up he got.
His chest heaved, his fists tightened, his face got so red she worried he might pass out or have a stroke. Before she could voice her concern, she reached her limit, the climax hitting with such force, she gasped.
He swore loud and long, coming with her.
Dead freaking tired, she let him slip out and fell over his right leg. “I’m all right.”
“Good. I can’t move.”
She’d done her job. Sagged against the tile wall, she stared at him.
Although his eyes were slitted, he stared back, until he fell asleep. His head hung to the right. His loosely curled fingers rested on his muscled thighs. Damp hair clung to his forehead, moisture beaded on his skin.
Her smile trembled and unexpected tears burned her eyes. God, how she liked him. Love was so close. Probably too much so, but she didn’t want to push it away. This time everything might work out. Maybe.
She worried about what could go wrong.
He finally jerked awake and squinted. “What happened to the water?”
Minutes ago, she’d turned it off. “We used it all. The pipes are dry.”
He gave her a look. “Why are you standing up? Why are you wearing a towel?”
“I didn’t want to get wet, and I wanted to get dry.”
“You’re dry now.” He staggered to his feet. “Take it off.”
She backed out of the shower. “Make me.”
Challenge simmered in his eyes. Faster than she would have guessed, he yanked the towel off, tossed it aside, and pulled her toward the toilet. With his left foot on it, he slung her over his knee and squeezed her cheeks. “I warned you to be good. Are you going to listen?”
Her pulse pounded. The mirror showed their fuzzy reflections, him tall, broad, and powerful, her much shorter and more vulnerable. Exactly as she wanted things during their intimate moments. “What do you think?”
His hesitation returned. “You’re sure about this?”
She trusted him. She was falling in love. She nodded.
He spanked her. Not hard, only enough to titillate.
She anticipated his hand coming down on her bare ass and smiled at the cracking noises, then the faint stings warming her cheeks.
Elated, she sank deeper into their fantasy.
Chapter 9
The hours until dawn approached too quickly for Adam. So did Saturday morning and afternoon. He and Danni ordered takeout, their early dinner meant to fortify them for the lusty evening ahead. Spring rolls, crab rangoon, dry garlic spareribs, twice-cooked pork, rice, and noodles covered the end table facing the fireplace.
An old hand with chopsticks, she deftly lifted morsels, tossed them in the air, and caught each in her mouth.
Although he smiled, he couldn’t get past his worry about their future or whether their being together was even possible. On Monday they’d have less than five-and-a-half weeks together, unless he did something.
Halfway through their meal, a plan formulated, distracting him from Danni’s comment. He was about to ask what she’d said but her smartphone rang.
Swiping a noodle off her chin, she looked at the number, her face darkening.
Something was wrong. He shouldn’t ask what, but couldn’t keep from doing so. “Who is it?”
“My mom. Sorry, I have to take this.” She padded into his bedroom.
Adam turned down his Toni Braxton CD.
Danni paced and spoke in low, soothing tones.
He hoped her mom didn’t have a drinking problem like his dad. For years, his father had abused alcohol and was now a decade sober. Even so, Adam couldn’t quite shake the terror he’d felt as a kid, scared his dad would come home mad and yelling, or if the police would call, telling them he’d been killed in an accident. He prayed Danni’s mom wasn’t causing her similar grief.
She returned to the living room, clothes in hand. “I have to go.”
“What happened? Can you tell me?”
“It’s nothing serious. I mean, it’s not like my mom’s sick or anything.” She sat on his sofa and pulled on her socks. “My dad…” She shook her head and swore.
Adam joined her on the sofa. “I know this isn’t any of my business, and I shouldn’t even ask, but does he drink? Is he violent?”
“Oh no. He cheats.” She yanked on her right boot and laced it. “He’s been unfaithful since day one, and Mom usually pretends nothing’s happened. When that doesn’t work, she convinces herself to believe his lies. Still, it gets to her.” She tugged on her other boot. “Tonight he was supposed to take her to a remake of The Shining. She’s a huge horror fan. At the last minute, he said he had to work a security detail for the extra cash. He’s a cop. She asked me to go with her. I couldn’t refuse. She knows he’s with another woman. She needs me. I’ll probably stay over and keep her company tomorrow, too. I’ve got such a screwed-up family.”
“Don’t we all.” He confessed about his dad.
“Oh no.” Pain tightened her features. “I’m so sorry.”
He kissed her palm, desperate to make things right for her and them. “Thanks. I’ll throw on some clothes to drive you back.”
“I can take a cable car.”
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“No. I’m driving you.”
She tried to lighten the mood as they rode to the office.
Pained at her unhappiness, he asked her to relax and be herself. He couldn’t imagine anything better.
“You’re sure? I might cry.”
“Not a problem. My seats are waterproofed.”
She laughed briefly then slumped. “What I’m about to say doesn’t have any bearing on you. I want you to know as much up front.” She pushed her hair behind her ear. “Some men don’t realize how deeply their deceit affects women. They believe it’s okay to lie, as long as they’re not caught. If they do get busted, they can always con their way out of the problem. To them, it’s a game. I can assure you, it’s not. It’s like walking on hard ground that suddenly turns into quicksand, then back again without any warning. Eventually, you’re afraid to make a move. You don’t know what to believe or trust, including yourself.”
Shame made him slightly nauseous, but he didn’t comment. He couldn’t tell her the truth now, especially with her mom’s problems. Besides, his new plan should keep her job safe. He entered the parking structure.
“That’s it, over there.” She pointed to the right.
He pulled into the space next to her Volvo and left his car to get her door.
“Thanks. You’re not going to stay here and work, are you?”
