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He flashed a smile, adding, “And, don’t worry. If you don’t like how it looks or feels, after this weekend you can always let it grow back. That’s not an issue for me, if that’s what you decide.”
He paused, waiting to see if she would protest or not. Though she looked uncertain, she replied, “Yes, Sir.”
With a nod, he rose and moved behind her, slipping the hair elastic from his wrist. He gathered her thick, soft hair into a high ponytail on top of her head so it wouldn’t get wet during her bath. Satisfied the tub was full enough, he turned off the water. The delicate scent of jasmine oil perfumed the steamy air.
“Okay, climb in and relax while I get things ready.”
Dahlia stepped gingerly into the water. As she settled herself, he spread a large bath towel over the rug. He set another towel on the small stand near the tub for Dahlia to use. Then he pulled out his supplies—a razor with a fresh safety blade, along with an especially emollient shaving cream, a small bottle of baby oil and a pair of barber scissors. He brought the small trashcan close by as he glanced over at Dahlia.
She lay against the back of the tub, her eyes closed, a peaceful expression on her face. Good. He wanted her relaxed for this. The time to ratchet up the intensity would come soon enough.
He let her soak a few minutes more. “Okay, that should do it. Pull the plug and climb out. Remove the hair elastic and place it on the counter. Then dry yourself.”
As she went about her assigned task, he pulled out a small metal bowl and a fresh washcloth from the cabinet under the sinks. He filled the bowl halfway with hot water and dropped in the washcloth. He set it down carefully beside the other supplies.
Dahlia’s skin was rosy from the hot bath. Her nipples had stiffened in the relatively cool air. Unable to resist, he moved to her and pulled her, still damp, into his arms. He cradled her head as he kissed her soft lips. After a moment, her arms encircled his neck and he didn’t stop her. As they kissed, she relaxed in his embrace.
Finally, he let her go. “Lie down on the towel,” he directed. “Spread your legs and stay very still.”
As she moved to obey, he crouched beside her and picked up the scissors. “First, I’ll trim you, then I’ll shave you smooth.”
He worked carefully, gently gripping small tufts of dark blond pubic hair and snipping as close to the skin as possible. When he was satisfied, he ran the warm, wet cloth over her mons and then applied the shaving cream.
With easy, sure strokes, he carefully shaved the stubble, periodically rinsing the razor in the bowl. She remained still and quiet throughout, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
When she was smooth as a baby, he wiped away the lingering traces of shaving cream and applied some of the baby oil. He stroked it over her mons and vulva, coating the smooth, silky folds as he ran his fingers teasingly over her sex.
Her little clit hardened perceptibly beneath his touch, and a small, sexy sigh escaped her lips. Enjoying himself, he teased her a while longer, until her breathing grew more rapid. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling.
“Not yet, slave girl,” he murmured. “You will come this weekend, hard and often, but only when I decide.” He withdrew his hand and got to his feet.
Her eyes flew open, her brows furrowing as she frowned. He stared down at her, daring her to protest. She wisely held her tongue. He let his gaze move over her naked body as she lay there on the floor, legs still spread wide.
His cock and balls ached from the nearly constant erection of the past half hour. A bit of relief was in order before her training began in earnest. He untied the drawstring at his waist and let his PJs puddle to the floor.
Holding his cock, he directed, “Get up and face the mirror. Place your hands on the counter and stick out your ass, legs spread wide. No matter what I’m doing to you, you’ll keep your eyes open and watch us in the mirror.”
She scrambled up, apparently eager to obey.
“Beautiful girl,” he murmured appreciatively as he watched her get into position. Standing behind her, he guided his cock between her legs from behind. She was soaking wet, and her cunt seemed to suck him in, spasming against his shaft as he slowly entered her.
She moaned softly as he gripped her hips and swiveled inside her tight, perfect heat. She met his eye in the mirror, raw desire blazing in her gaze. Reaching for her hair, he gathered it in one hand. He brought his other hand around her throat, spreading his thumb and forefinger just below her jaw and tightening his grip.
