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“I don't drink coffee.”
“I wish I would have known that then.” He winked at her. “I'd have asked you to join me for a hot cocoa.”
She smiled. “That would have been tempting.”
“I told you it wasn’t romantic. Not like this.”
“This is very nice,” she admitted.
“Are you ready to finish your bath?”
“Depends,” she said.
“On?”
“Are you going to get me all hot and bothered again?”
“I hope so,” he said, lowering his head to nibble on her jaw.
“Then I'm ready.”
“Princess Farima?” a feminine voice cal ed from near the doorway.
Lara pulled away from Reece. “I’m in the bath!” she called back.
She expected that to deter the tall, African woman she’d seen earlier in the dining room, but instead the woman removed what little clothing she wore and entered the bath as well. When she noticed Reece, or Nasir as he appeared to everyone in this time, she hesitated.
“Have you not finished the duties I assigned?” the woman asked.
“She’s been completely shaven as you instructed. I thought I might wash the rest of her now.”
“That is my job.” She scowled at Reece and then took the soap from his hand.
“I’m already clean, thanks,” Lara said when the woman began to rub soap over her back.
“You are so tense, princess,” the woman said. She spoke Turkish in halting syllables. Lara decided she was a native of Africa and like Nasir, Turkish was not her first language.
“I am having a hard time relaxing,” Lara admitted. She grinned at Reece, who was watching the woman’s hands move over Lara’s shoulders.
“Allow me to assist you.” The woman moved to stand behind her. “I will make you feel nice.” Lara and Reece exchanged nervous glances as the woman’s soapy hands moved from Lara’s back to her collarbones and then her breasts. When Lara started to move away, Reece shook his head sharply. Lara had never been touched by a woman and for someone whose job it was to wash her, the servant was certainly spending a lot of time rubbing Lara’s nipples. Rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. Plucking at them. Soaping them again. Surely they were the cleanest—and hardest—nipples on the whole damned planet.
“I will help you,” the woman said in a low purr in Lara’s ear. “Relax, princess.”
“Maisha, I’m fine. Really,” Lara protested, but her host’s body, Farima’s body was eager to accept the woman’s touch. It wasn’t shocking or awkward, but rather routine.
Pleasant. Arousing.
Reece was watching the woman’s dark hands move over Lara’s creamy skin with a glazed look in his eye. Was this turning him on? To see her touched by another woman?
Maisha pressed her small breasts into Lara’s back and Lara jerked. “Shh, my princess,” she crooned, stil rubbing Lara’s breasts. Lara didn’t think there was soap involved at this point. Reece’s hands moved to cover Maisha’s and their combined hands massaged Lara’s suddenly aching breasts. She wasn’t sure when this experience had gone from awkward to arousing, but she stared into Reece’s eyes and leaned back against Maisha as they stroked her skin. Lara’s breathing quickened as the pair plucked at her nipples and then their hands moved lower, over her belly, her hips.
Someone’s fingers brushed her clit and her knees buckled.
“Almost, princess,” Maisha said. “Relax. Al ow us to ease your tension.” Reece lowered his head to suck Lara’s nipple, while several sets of fingers stroked her clit, her labia, the opening between them. Lara clung to Reece’s hair as she Maisha’s hand brought her to quickly orgasm. Lara shuddered in bliss.
Her entire body went limp and the pair sandwiched her between them.
“Feeling better, my princess?” Maisha whispered into her ear.
Lara couldn’t form a coherent thought, much less a word.
“I think she needs another one,” Reece said.
“She has had a stressful day,” Maisha said, a hint of humor in her husky voice.
“Do you ever pleasure your princess with your mouth?” Reece asked.
Lara stiffened and her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe he would ask the woman that.
“Almost daily,” Maisha said.
“But not today?” Reece pressed.
“Wait,” Lara said.
“You are here today, Nasir. Otherwise—”
“Don’t allow my presence to interrupt your routine,” Reece said.
“Nasir,” Lara warned.
“Come, princess,” Maisha said, wrapped one graceful arm around Lara’s waist and pulled her towards the steps of the bath.
“Yes, princess,” Reece said, with a grin, “come.” Maisha spread a cloth on the top step and then moved Lara from the water to lie on it. Her feet still in the water, resting on the second step, Lara opened her legs and the lovely black woman moved between them, gazing at Lara’s pussy as if it were a delicious feast. It felt so normal, which Lara could only attribute to Farima’s ease. She wasn’t sure why she wasn’t completely freaking out. Apparently the princess must be pleasured by this exotic and lovely servant woman on a regular basis, because Lara felt no nervousness, no disgust, no reservations when the woman’s soft hands began to stroke the insides of her thighs until she couldn’t have closed her legs if she wanted to.
And she didn’t. Reece seemed more than eager to watch another woman pleasure her.
It was probably one of his grandest male fantasies—watching two women make love.
Maisha massaged Lara’s swollen labia with her thumbs, working the flesh with a touch that made Lara’s pussy seep with excitement. Maisha flicked her tongue over Lara’s clit, in a technique much different from Reece’s. Lara’s back arched as orgasm approached quickly. Damn, the woman knew exactly how to make her come. Maisha’s massaging thumbs dipped into Lara’s pussy and Lara let go. Lara was still shuddering when Maisha began to clean up her flowing juices, first with the flat of her tongue and then a gentle sponging that squirted cool water inside her stil clenching pussy.
“Are you relaxed now, my princess?” Maisha asked.
“Yes,” Lara murmured hoping that would deter the pair of them from deciding she needed another orgasm to relax her. Not that she was complaining, she just wasn’t sure if she could handle another one at the moment.
“I think a nap will do her good,” Reece said. “The desert heat was taxing on her.” No, the three orgasms within an hour were taxing on her.
Reece climbed from the water and wrapped Lara in the drying cloth she was sprawled across. He lifted her into his arms.
“Let me know if you need any help with her, Nasir,” Maisha said with a calm smile.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Reece said.
Chapter Three
Lara had been kissed, towel dried, kissed some more and was now lying face down across her soft, silken bed. The smooth fabric rubbed against her skin, making her acutely aware of her shaved mound. She’d never completely shaved it before. It felt so exposed. So open. So needy. Reece straddled her thighs and worked scented oil into the skin of her back. This was a thousand times better than a day spa. Being bathed, given multiple orgasm and now a sensual massage from the sexiest man who’d ever lived. What more could a girl ask for? Reece had the perfect touch for this, firm but not harsh. Her muscles felt like well-worked clay.
“I think I could handle living like this every day for the rest of my life,” she murmured. “Best leap ever. Let’s stay here forever.”
“You’re not upset about Nasir’s lack of weebles anymore?”
