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“No. I just forgot—” she waved her hands around, hoping he would understand the meaningless gesture, “—you know. I sat up too fast.”
Grinning, Ross bent down and kissed her, covering her with at least half of the shaving cream on his face.
“Hey!”
“I’ll take care of you in a minute.” He laughed at her foamy face. “Let me finish shaving first. Actually, why don’t you join me? I want to shave you as well.”
“Thanks for the invitation.” She wiped the foam off her face. “But believe it or not, under all this shaving cream, I have no facial hair.”
“I didn’t mean I’d shave your face,” he replied, obviously pleased by the blushes he managed to evoke with just a few words.
“Oh.” She was stunned by his suggestion.
“Come on.” He took her hand and pulled her to the bathroom. “First we need to get that plug out of you and then we’ll discuss the shaving.”
Forty-five minutes later, Julia found herself showered and free of not only the plug, but her pubic hair as well.
“How do I let you talk me into these things?” she muttered, pulling her terry cloth robe around her and running a comb through her freshly washed hair.
Ross grabbed her from behind to envelop her in a big bear hug, obviously delighted with his morning’s work.
“Face it, Jules,” he joked, taking the comb from her hand and throwing it on the desk, “underneath that prim exterior, you’re as big a sex maniac as me.”
“God forbid,” she replied with mock seriousness as she leaned back into his warm embrace. “What’s for breakfast?”
“You.” Before she could reply, he lifted her and carried her over to the kitchen table.
She giggled as he laid her facedown on the cool wood, then she noticed the scarves he had tied to the legs.
“Ross,” she said, trying to wiggle off the flat surface.
“That’s master to you, slave.” His voice once again took on its imperious tone. “I paid good money for you from the slave traders and I expect you will make a welcome addition to my harem. But first,” he added, a strong hand on her back holding her in place, “I must see to your bondage.”
Ross managed to tie her arms straight above her head with relative ease considering the fact, catching on quickly to his fantasy, she had begun to seriously struggle for freedom.
“That’s right, slave.” He roughly pulled her hair to give him access to her face. “Fight me. It will make it so much more satisfying when I break your will.”
“I’ll never submit,” she cried, getting into the spirit of their game, kicking away from him as best she could.
The way he tied her arms kept the upper part of her body horizontal across the tabletop, while her hips and legs lay vertical over the edge.
Gripping her feet, Ross proceeded to tie each ankle to a different corner leg on the table, leaving her ass and pussy open for his wandering hands, which continually caressed her newly bared mons and ass impersonally as if truly inspecting his purchased goods.
“A feast fit for the gods,” he proclaimed when he had her securely tied. “My servants have prepared you well for me. And now, we begin your training. This cunt,” he said, touching her roughly, “is mine. If I choose to offer you to my soldiers as a prize, you will allow them access to it. Whenever I want to taste it, you will offer it to me. And your orgasms belong to me. Only at my permission will you come.” With this, he knelt between her legs and showed his appreciation for her rich bounty, his tongue parting her wet folds to plunge inside.
“Never,” she cried, secretly enjoying his invasion of her body.
“Soon, slave,” he said roughly, “soon, you will beg.”
His knots proved well tied despite Julia’s attempts to set herself free and attack her attacker. Not out of anger at the bondage, but out of anger at his teasing touches. He kept her poised on the edge of an orgasm for close to an hour, proving his words true—she was at his mercy and she would beg.
Each time she felt herself falling off the pinnacle he backed away, bringing her down with too-soft touches that merely dampened the fire within her rather than stoking it to a roaring blaze.
Amused by her continual verbal abuse, Ross refused to be baited, refused to break character, and Julia felt sure she would kill him when he freed her. Each of her curses was met with more sensual torture.
Soon, Julia found herself begging for release as she called Ross master, promising to be a good slave at his request, promising him anything he wanted.
Apparently appeased by her surrender, Ross rose quickly and replaced his tongue with his fingers. Grateful for the sudden change, Julia choked back a sob, struggling desperately to impale herself more deeply on his thick digits, only to feel him pull away completely.
