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“I was trying to be nice,” I tell Angel. “I washed and bathed her so gently.” I go to sit on the edge of the tub, between Angel and Lucia. She immediately slides to the other side of the tub.
“That’s why I tell you, you’re way too nice.” Angel waves at Lucia, rope still in hand. “She thinks she still has a say in this. You need to teach her her place, for her own good.”
Angel looks up at me, and for a second I think he might try to touch me. I preemptively push his shoulder lightly, and he seems to get the hint.
“I like being nice! When she’s mewling my name, or she’s all soft and relaxed against me… her cute little nipples the only things that are hard…”
“I’m right here!” Lucia complains. “You aren’t nice, asshole.”
“See, I think her cursing is funny, but Victor’s not going to like it if she talks to him like that.” Angel looks around the room. “How you want to do this?”
“One of us will have to hold her while the other one shaves her. She’s like a fucking feral cat, though, so keep her from hitting and kicking.”
“Like yesterday, then? Put her in my lap, I’ll hold her legs wide open for you.” Angel gets up and without any warning at all, grabs Lucia’s wrist. “Come on, Princess, time for your grooming.”
She struggles against him, but it’s hard to gain traction in the tub. The only thing she has going for her is that it’s huge, but she can’t go very far. Angel’s grasp is too tight, bruising even, and he jerks her forward all at once. The second she slips, he snatches her up, throwing her over his shoulder.
He smirks at me. “That’s how it’s done, Saint.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Just get her down on the towel. Try not to let her knock over the water.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Before he sets her down, though, Angel slaps her ass—and runs a finger between her cheeks, pushing against her hole. “Can’t wait to take you back here too, Princess.”
Her entire body stills, and I don’t blame her. Angel’s cock is intimidating, and I sure as hell wouldn’t want it near my ass. But I can’t deny that I’d love to see him taking her like that. The idea alone is sexy as fuck.
“Let me know when you do,” I tell him, stroking myself through my boxers. “I want to watch. We should get it on video, too.”
“Don’t,” Lucia whispers, and there’s something lovely about just how quiet and defeated she sounds. More of a kitten than a tigress when it comes down to it, especially when she sees she has nowhere to go.
Angel sets Lucia down, keeping his hands firmly on her arms. He’s so much taller than her. Damn, they look good together.
“Saint is going to shave you. If you sit still, we’ll all have a good time. If you fight, you’ll end up with razor cuts and I’ll probably hit you a few times before I tie you up and fuck your ass. So do you want to play Saint’s way, or mine?”
Her eyes are shiny, too shiny, like she’s fighting back tears, and I want to push her over the edge. I know how much Angel likes tears, and I have to say there’s something gorgeous about watching Lucia cry. But she holds them back. “I’ll…” Her gaze darts to me, then up at Angel. “I’ll let him shave me.”
Angel’s grin is savage. Neither of us is surprised.
“Then you need to hold your legs open for me,” I tell her, ripping the razor out of its packaging and tossing the plastic into the trash can. “And you don’t want to let them slip.” I smirk at her. “You don’t know how good I am at this, so I suggest you be very still.”
Angel sits down next to her on the floor.
I wet her, then work some of the shaving cream into a lather all over her cunt. The hairs are short, but she’ll look even better when they’re gone entirely. I dip the razor into the water, then start with one careful stroke, taking off a swath of pubic hair.
Nearby, Angel starts to play with her breasts, just like I did when we were in the bath together. They’re irresistible, obviously, and I pause to watch her for a moment before dipping the razor back into the water to clean it. Again, another stripe of hair; again, another quick wash in the water.
Her thighs are quivering, and I run my hand along the inside of one to soothe her. “You’re doing great, kitten.”
Angel snorts in amusement. He sits up on one arm for a second to peer at my handiwork. “Nice. I can’t wait to see her fully bared for us.” I notice that he’s unbuttoned and unzipped himself, his cock now peeking out of his pants.
Lucia isn’t as enthusiastic. The defiant glare in her eyes would be more effective if her lip weren’t trembling, though. I give her thigh a brief kiss before I get back to work.
Two more passes of the razor, and I’m almost done. There are just a few spots left, a bit lower. Of course, just as I’m about to set my razor against her skin, Angel does something to make Lucia squeak and startle. I’m just fast enough to pull the razor safely away from her.
“Hey! Be careful! I almost cut her!”
Angelo lets Lucia’s nipple slip out of his mouth. “Yeah, sorry. That would’ve been a shame.”
Lucia has gone still again, though she’s glowering at Angel. “Stop touching me.” Some of her spunk is back, though she looks so fragile despite her glare. I can almost hear her begging instead of trying to order us around.
