Page 114 of Dancing for the Devil


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We sat in silence, just listening to the crooning voice from the speakers and drinking wine. I closed my eyes, just savoring his presence. There was no need to talk. No need to do a single thing. Just being with each other was everything.

Outside in the compound, a dog barked. Further away, I could hear the dull beat of loud music over our own, creating its own rhythm with the crickets and cicadas.

The house settled around us, the wooden floors creaking as if ghosts were walking along the corridors. The size of the place had really taken some getting used to. Five bedrooms and three bathrooms, a large kitchen and living room, game room, and in the basement, a home theater.

I finished my wine and held my glass out for Alexei to refill. He did, picking up a slice of cheese and placing it in my mouth. “Mmh,” I said, chewing and swallowing and sipping my wine. He moved his leg, draping it over both of mine so that I was tangled with his body. I squirmed a bit, putting down my wine and turning to face him with a smile.

“Would you wash my hair?” I asked.

“Of course. But wouldn’t you prefer to do that in the shower?”

“Hm, don’t want to leave this warm cocoon.”

I submerged myself in the water, effectively wetting my hair. I felt his hands in it, his fingers threading through it and setting jolts of feeling from my scalp all the way down to my toes.

He massaged my scalp, and I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling. I leaned against him, feeling his erection against my back. We both ignored it for now, just savoring the water, the atmosphere, and the music.

He sighed. “I gotta get out to get the shampoo.”

“Okay...” I murmured without moving.

He snorted, pushing me away so he could stand up and get out of the water. He crossed to the shelf inside the shower stall and collected shampoo, conditioner, and brush.

He returned with his arms full, placing the items on the edge of the bathtub before getting back in. He gathered me back into his arms before pouring some shampoo liberally on his palm. He rubbed it on my head, and massaged it in. I closed my eyes and let my shoulders relax. Alexei was humming under his breath.

He scratched my scalp and I shivered. “You’re spoiling me. I’ll never want to go back to my stylist.”

He snorted. “What stylist?”

“I have a stylist!” I squeaked in protest.

“Uh huh, sure.” He huffed a laugh.

I pouted, folding my arms over my breasts. “Are you saying I that I have no game?”

“I’m saying that your style is verywhatever is closest.”

I screamed, “How dare you?”

He laughed. “I love your style though—it suits you.”

I pretended to ponder his words. “Hm, alright, I’ll take it.”

He kissed my cheek. “Thank you, darling.”

I turned my head so that I could press my lips against his. We kissed softly, lips moving against each other, his hands casually around my waist. He pulled back.

“I need to condition your hair.”

With a smile, I turned back to face away from him and let him rinse off the last of the soap and put in conditioner and then piled my hair on top of my head. I straddled him, putting my hands on his shoulders, and smiling at him.

“Mhm, my hair feels good.”

He smiled back and kissed my cheek. “Come on, let’s go and rinse off in the shower,” he said, lifting me off his lap.

We let out the bath water before walking into the shower and rinsing off the conditioner, bath salts and everything else. Alexei took some shower gel and put it on a loofah before proceeding to trace circles around my breasts in ever decreasing rings until he was just tweaking my nipples. I arched my back a bit, so my bosom was right in his face. His erection brushed against my thighs but we both let that be for now.

He turned me around, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pulling me against him. The water poured down on us, and he rubbed the loofah against my stomach and then lower and lower, until he was rubbing my pussy. I spread my legs a bit to give him room to work but he went back to washing my back, leaving me empty and wanting.

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