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“Lean back a little. Spread your legs wide.” And she does, and now her glistening hole beckons me, promising pleasure, release. It occurs to me I might have played myself while trying to punish her.
Too late to back down now. She stiffens all over as I lower the razor. “Stay extra still,” I murmur, one hand on her inner thigh to keep her steady. Goose bumps cover her skin, and the slight twitching of her muscles under my hand reveals her strain. She’s wondering what I’m going to do. If I’ll hurt her. If I’ll lose control.
I’m damn close to it, but instead of sliding my fingers deep inside her, I drag the blade across her mound. Again. Again. Every swipe reveals clean, smooth skin. Skin I want more than anything to mark somehow. With my teeth, with my cum. I swear I can smell her, and the scent calls to me. It reminds me of all the reasons she shouldn’t be here—can’t be here. At my mercy. So ripe, juicy, begging to be taken and eaten.
I glance away from my work long enough to find her staring down, watching intently. She’s hardly breathing, but then neither am I. It doesn’t seem like there’s enough air in this room.
Finally, I finish, leaving her bare. “There you go.” I have to get out of here. This was a mistake. If I don’t leave the room within the next five seconds, I can’t be held responsible for what happens next. As it is, it takes a little maneuvering to keep my very obvious hard-on from announcing itself when I stand.
“Hurry up,” I mutter on my way through the door. “I don’t want to keep the doctor waiting.” I close the door and lean against it, breathing heavily. The razor is still clutched tight in my trembling hand while my cock aches to be free from its prison.
Nic’s right. I need to get her out of here before everything blows up in my face.
15
DELILAH
That just happened.
And now that I don’t feel like I have to hold my breath, waiting for what comes next, I’m panting a little. Leaning against the cool shower wall while my overheated body tries to make sense of what it’s feeling.
I know what it’s feeling. It’s just that I’m not sure I should be feeling it about him.
But facts are facts. He’s a man, and that was maybe the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. He didn’t even touch me, not where it aches the most right now, but my body is buzzing in a way it never has before. Even the times it was the best with Nash, I never felt like this.
Is this the way I was supposed to feel all along?
He was so careful, too. Like it actually mattered that he didn’t cut me. I run a hand over my bald pussy, and it’s totally smooth, not a single hair left. I don’t want to know if he’s done it before. If that’s how he did such a good job. I don’t want anything to ruin the memory of how deep he was in concentration, staring at my pussy while he dragged the razor over my skin.
The sound of him moving around outside the bathroom snaps me out of my hazy memories. I need to get moving before he comes in and makes me move, so I turn on the shower, but I’m still too distracted by the aching in my pussy to care much about washing up.
His face keeps flashing in my memory. God, he was so close to me. It would have been so easy for him to set the razor down and do other things. My nipples harden at the thought, and when I brush a hand over them, I have to grit my teeth to hold back a moan.
What if he had touched me? What if he made me come? I wish he had. I’m disappointed he didn’t.
This is too dangerous. I can’t think about him this way. He’s my enemy. He has me locked up, for fuck’s sake.
But the slickness now coating my smooth lips tells another story.
I slide a finger along the length of my slit and sigh, closing my eyes and spreading my legs a little, so I can touch more of myself. So my lips part, and my clit protrudes. The tiniest brush against it, and I gasp. The sound is loud in here, echoing off the tile.
I need to come, or I’ll explode. I wish he was in here with me. Touching me with those thick fingers that were so gentle when he was holding the razor. I bet he could be rough with them, too. I bet he’d shove them deep inside and fuck me with them while he used his tongue on my clit.
My finger takes the place of his imaginary tongue. I move it in quick, light circles, breathing faster, bearing down on the pressure and rocking my hips while water runs over my skin, dripping off my nipples and down my crack. My whole body’s on fire, my nerves tingling, my head thrown back while every ounce of my concentration narrows down to the inch or so of flesh I’m working faster and faster.
