by Zoey Parker
Allison finished with one leg, then moved on to the other. She repeated the process, slow as instructed and I was pleased to see that she didn’t nick herself. When she finished her legs and then her arms, she paused, hesitating. After a moment, I realized why.
“You’ve never shaved your pussy before?” I guessed.
She shook her head, her expression one of embarrassment. “No, sir. It’s… never come up.”
I nodded once. “First time for everything.” Then I got up and moved closer to the tub, sitting on the side of it. “Stand.” She stood. The water slipped over her perfect body, her slight bush matted down. I took a moment to just examine it. My fingers itched to reach over and touch her, to begin fondling her just as I’d wanted to the first time I saw her. But I resisted. If I started that now, I wouldn’t stop and the whole shaving thing would have to wait.
I wasn’t interested in waiting.
So, instead, I resisted that nature and leaned over to grab a pair of scissors from the sink counter. I presented them to Allison. “Start with trimming. Get as close as you can.”
She accepted them and began. I watched with fascination as her fingers slipped across her mound, gathering up the strands and trimming them away. She got close to the skin, exposing more and more of her pale, pink flesh.
I was aching with want and need for her, but I kept my cool. I watched her, her pussy eye-level.
When she got as close as she could with the scissors, I took them back from her. “I’ll have you clean them later,” I informed her. She only nodded. “Now, use the oil. Get yourself slick… Not that it looks like you need much help.”
I couldn’t help it. Despite my earlier determination to keep my hands off until she was done, I had to reach out and touch her, just to illustrate my point. I let my finger slip across her folds, just barely, to collect some of the moisture there.
She gasped and her whole body convulsed from the sensation.
My finger came away wet and I didn’t think it was all from the bath.
It took her a long moment, but she finally managed to grab the oil I’d referred to. She poured out an ample dollop on her palm, then applied it directly to her pussy. She was nervous and had begun to move quickly again.
“Slow down,” I told her again, this time making my voice lower, firmer. I wanted her to know that this was an order.
She stalled completely, then began again, slower.
“Rub it in. Make sure you’re coated.”
I watched as her fingers massaged her mound and I knew that she was enjoying it. Eventually, her pussy and inner thighs were glistening with it.
“Good,” I praised her. “Now, shave it. And make sure you’re careful. I don’t want you to accidentally nick my pussy.”
She nodded and began. Each stroke brought her closer to perfectly smooth. When her mound was devoid of hair, I ordered her to lift one leg. “To get to your lips. I want those bare, too.”
She balanced her foot on the edge of the tub, near my knee. The result was to expose herself to my hungry gaze. Her lips glistened and inside she was pink. The perfect shade of pink; light around the outer edges and darker the deeper she got.
Fuck, I want inside that.
It took what felt like an eternity, but finally, she was smooth. Bare. Perfect. “Good. Now rinse off.”
She did as I ordered, then drained the tub. I offered her a towel. “Dry.”
Nodding, she did so quickly. I told her to slow down – again – and added, “If I have to tell you again, there’ll be another punishment.”
She froze, but it wasn’t from fear. No, it was from considering something. She hesitated, because she was deciding whether she’d like to take another spanking or heed my order. I found I liked that almost as much as I liked her submissiveness.
I didn’t want to hurt her, I wouldn’t hurt her, but I didn’t mind mixing in a little pain with the pleasure.
Eventually, she continued to dry herself. Slowly. She toweled off her hair, too.
“Kneel,” I ordered her, finding my voice was hoarse with desire.
Her eyes grew huge and I realized what she thought I was asking.
After all, I’d promised that I would order her to her knees and tell her to take me into her mouth. Part of me considered doing just that. How good would it feel to have her pretty little mouth wrapped around my aching erection?
But no. That could, and would, wait. I wanted my cock in her pussy first, then I’d move on to the other stuff. But I didn’t clarify my intentions toward her.
Will she still obey? I wondered.
To my delight, she did. Carefully, never breaking eye contact, she slid to her knees. She sat on her calves, her hands settled on her lap in front of her, waiting. I smiled, slow and languid. Then I reached out and caressed her cheek with my hand.
She was beautiful. Perfect.
But I didn’t pull down my pants and do what part of me was aching for. Instead, I reached across her for the comb that sat on the counter, then I had her turn around. She looked at me quizzically, but still did as I asked like a good submissive.
Gathering her damp hair, I began to comb it. I was careful, slow, methodical even. I started from the bottom and worked my way up, untangling snags along the way. I took my time and made sure that her long, dark hair was completely smooth before I finished. She was mewling, clearly enjoying it.
When I was done, I took a moment to just stare at the long strands hanging damp down her back. The contrast with her pale skin was wonderful, and she looked so sexy, naked and kneeling…
It always had been one of my favorite positions.
I stood, then came around to the front of her. Her eyes fluttered open so that she could look up at me. I offered her a hand. “Get up.”
She accepted my hand, staggering a little as she got to her feet because she’d been sitting so long. Still clutching her hand, I led her from the bathroom. She didn’t say anything as I led her down the hall to my bedroom. I opened the door and stepped inside. Then I told her, “Lie down.”
Finally, I would have her.
Chapter Eleven
Allison
If someone asked me to explain what I was feeling right then and there, I wouldn’t know how to answer. The emotions rolling around inside me were many and they were fluid, shifting with each new moment.
And I hadn’t really been expecting any of them.
This arrangement had been borne of necessity. My little sister Bree was dying. If she didn’t get a heart – which by some miracle they had found – then she wouldn’t live to see seventeen. But the operation wasn’t cheap and insurance wasn’t going to do anything. Namely because working as a waitress at a diner meant I didn’t have any.
Desperate, I did the only thing I could think of.
I offered up my virginity to the highest bidder. It was only a stroke of luck that the highest bidder was the sexy, godlike man in front of me – and that he was willing to pay the cost of the operation and then some.
All of this meant that I’d been taking a risk from the moment I responded to his email. It also meant that this was all entirely a business transaction.
Yes, there was sex involved, so I hoped that maybe I would get some… pleasure out of it, but I also knew that the first time often sucked for the woman. So I didn’t really have my hopes up. But he’d barely even touched me – and, god, it was one hell of a touch – and I was practically melting. My whole body felt like it was on fire, a fire that only grew with each order he gave me and each promise of what was to come.
Those intense emotions hadn’t been expected, but I could understand them.
I was a human woman. I had needs. Needs that I’d been ignoring for the last four years as I took care of my sister. No one would blame my body for responding, even in this strange sort of situation.
And the nervousness was easy to explain. I was a virgin and someone was paying to change that. A very sexy, tattooed, dominant someone.
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ut the emotions that were really throwing me off, really catching me off guard, were a lot more complicated. They were… comfort. I didn’t know how else to explain them. It was as though he was wrapping me up in a warm blanket when I was cold, easing away the worries and soothing away the aches of a hard life.
It shouldn’t have been this way, but I felt… safe. A man who ordered me around, who said that my body belonged to him and was his to do with as he saw fit… he was what made me feel safe.
In fact, I felt almost loved. It was insane, and impossible. I knew that this was all just wrapped up in some psychological craziness that was probably more roleplay than anything else, but it didn’t change the way I felt.
Maybe it wasn’t exactly loved, but it was revered. Like I was this precious thing that he wanted to take care of.
Every time he ordered me to go slow, it was to be careful. It was like he didn’t want me to be hurt in any way. And then he combed my hair. Just like when I was a little girl and mom was still alive. He was so patient, so careful. His fingers slipping through the long strands, untangling little knots where he found them.
I could have fallen asleep like that, kneeling on the bathroom floor, just because he was there.
And in exchange for all of this care, all I had to give him was my obedience. I just had to do what he asked of me.
How hard could it be? I thought as I stepped into the room.
It was a bedroom. Or more like, the bedroom. Clearly the master bed, the room was larger even than the one that was set aside for me. The ceiling seemed to go up forever and there was a huge window at the back wall, though the heavy drapes were closed. There was a row of bookshelves built directly into the wall opposite it and this time I wasn’t surprised.
After the library, I would have been disappointed if he didn’t have some in his room, too.
There looked to be another bathroom through a door that was mostly closed and on the opposite wall was a set of double doors that I thought might be a closet. A huge closet. The kind that is in every shopping girl’s dreams.
But the thing that really drew your attention, that grabbed it and held it, was the bed.
It was huge. Four poster and big enough to sleep a dozen people probably, it looked like it was stuffed with clouds and marshmallows. The pillows alone probably could have served as a suitable bed for me and surely was more comfortable than my own back home.
The bedding was a mixture of black and red with white accents woven in. It looked like a spiraling forest was embroidered into the comforter in a delicate white outline that was almost at odds with the dark coloring. But it was beautiful.
I swallowed hard, because I realized that this was it. The moment.
No more playing around with baths or spankings or teasing about the things he would do. This was the moment of truth. Here, in this bed, I would lose my virginity. He’d get what he paid for.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
His voice had been growing deeper, huskier, and I hadn’t missed the way his bright eyes raked over my body. I was still naked after my bath and under normal circumstances, I’d have been mortified. But it was hard to be uncomfortable when I had just shaved the most intimate part of myself right before his eyes, as he devoured me with them.
Swallowing heavily, my heart racing beneath my breast and my palms sweating profusely, I did as I was told.
I approached the bed. Biting my lip, I glanced back over my shoulder at him. He left the door open, but stood in front of the doorway. His eyes watched me hungrily, enjoying my nudity. Awkwardly, I climbed up onto the bed. It was difficult and I was trying not to show my ass – though at this point, why? – but it was impossible. I ended up crawling on all fours onto the mattress, discovering it was just as fluffy and soft as I had imagined. When I was completely on, I turned onto my butt and eased back.
The entire time, he watched me.
My heart was pounding so hard that I worried it might give out on me. This was all so much. My body felt like it was on fire, and he hadn’t done more than look at me yet. I felt like I might combust at any moment and it was strange, but the fire that was lit inside of me told me that the only thing that could ease what I was feeling was him.
I needed him to touch me.
But I dared not to say a word. I was submissive and he was dominant. I was his to do as he pleased. So long as I want him to, I reminded myself.
That settled the little part of myself that bristled with worry and the wrongness of the situation.
I waited for him for what felt like eternity, but finally, he joined me.
He came to the edge of the bed and I felt it dip with his weight as his knee pressed into the mattress. My breath caught as I felt his fingers brush against my ankle, trailing slowly up my calf. I didn’t think such a small, innocuous touch could send such lightning through my body, but it did. My skin was alive, and he’d only just begun.
“It’s okay,” I heard him murmur softly. It was so quiet that I almost thought I imagined it, but then I felt his lips brush against my leg where his fingers had just been. This, too, was soft and gentle, mirroring his words.
The sweetness was unraveling me quicker than the fire burning through my body.
He put more of his weight on the bed, pressing down as he continued to caress and lightly kiss up my legs. I was trembling with nervousness and need alike, not sure what to do to deal with either.
As though sensing this, I heard him murmur against my skin, “Relax. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
I didn’t unwind, couldn’t relax, but the nervousness dropped as the desire rose. My body responded to him in ways that it had never done with anyone else. I’d also never gotten this far before, but neither kissing nor making out had brought any sort of fire with them. But this… this was what people must have been talking about.
His hands were on either side of me, each trailing up a leg. I felt his palms on the outside of my thighs and sucked in a breath. It felt good. It felt good and got better as he moved up higher. Eventually, he was at my hips and if that wasn’t enough to send me spiraling into a well of desire, his mouth was. He pressed kisses against my skin. He trailed up my legs and over my thighs and I nearly lost my mind. My voice came out hoarse and deep, not at all like myself. I think I said, yes, but I couldn’t be sure.
His breath spread over my bare mound, warm and just a little moist. I started to squirm, needing something that I wasn’t even sure of, but his hands became firm. He kept me still beneath him. “Easy,” he whispered to my core. “I’ve got you.”
And he did.
I felt his lips press against mine in a kiss that was unlike any other I’d ever had. A kiss between my legs that sent electric shocks through my system. I let out a gasp as my back arched all on its own. He kissed me again and this time I felt his tongue slip out and caress along the line of my nether lips.
Oh, god!
His hands moved from my hips, coming around to grasp my inner thighs. They pulled at me and my legs opened immediately, without any thought on my part. His mouth gained better access and he placed an openmouthed kiss against my moist entrance. I shuddered. His tongue slipped inside and I cried out, the pleasure instant.
I didn’t know it would be like this… or that it could be.
His hands massaged my thighs as he began to lick and play with my heated womanhood. He tongued me almost eagerly, like he really enjoyed it. I knew I did.
Heat and pressure began to build, a kind of tension that began with that spot inside me that his tongue seemed to be trying to reach, and built into a tight ball. I knew what it was. I’d touched myself plenty of times in my life, just to relieve stress more than anything else, but this was different. It was faster and already more intense.
My hands clutched at the comforter beneath me and my breathing was labored, my breasts heaving as I tried to get enough air into my lungs. My skin was flushed and my legs were shaking. Heart hammering within my chest, I clenched my eyes shut
as sensations washed over me.
And when I finally found that release, I spilled over him, crying out his name. “JULES!”
My body went limp as aftershocks jerked through my system. I felt truly undone. I giggled, the remnants of such pleasure leaving me a little punch drunk. Opening my eyes, I glanced down my naked body toward Jules. I found him sitting on his knees between my spread legs. He was watching me with eyes that were clouded with fire and lust. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.
I’d never be able to say why that turned me on all over again, but it did.