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I was the reason for all those nightmares she had was I not? The countless nights watching her toss and turn. I heard her scream my name and the word, ‘No’, hundreds of times as I watched over her as she slept.
“Taylor, get up,” I snap. Irritation eats at me. I watched her most of the night until I had to make myself sleep knowing I must be strict about my regimen.
“Why does she get to sleep while you suffer? Make her suffer. Make her bleed,” Hedemands, but it’s faint.
My monster no longer rules me. I respecthisplace in my life now. Fightinghim, I learned only madehimstronger. It wasn’t untilhe’dinsidiously slid in and took over nearly costing me everything did I gain a healthy respect for my monster.
“You’re jealous,” I murmur.
“Taylor.” Getting louder makes her head pop up. A mass of crushed and tangled curls makes my mind and my body harkenback to those many years ago, waking up with my head buried in her hair when she’d been too sleepy to get her bonnet or when her headscarf slipped off in the night. Bonnet betrayal she called it.
She stretches then stops. Freezing in place her eyes dart around the room until her whiskey brown eyes set on me. Her arms drop from where they were suspended mid-air.
“Hisashi?” Her tone is more concern than fear. Concern for me, I don’t know if I should be offended or amused.
Ignoring the question in her tone, I give her a mocking bow. “Get up. We need to shower.”
She hesitates. In three quick strides I’m over to where she sits in the center of the bed.
Her soft flesh gives as I drag her from the bed to stand before me. Spinning her around I frog march her into the adjoining bathroom.
“I just bathed last night.” She sounds like she’s pleading.
Stopping at the water closet, I open the door. Her gaze meets mine and I keep my expression impassive. Stepping past me, she goes in. I close the door behind her waiting until she’s done before taking her over to the chaise lounge. “Lie down.”
Going over to the towel steamer, I take two towels from it, tossing them between my hands to cool them.
Watching as she eases into the S curve of the chaise, I resist the urge to bend her over it and drive inside of her luscious heat.
“Open.” Trembling thighs spread at my command. Dropping my eyes to the lush curls of her pussy my mouth waters wanting to bury my face in the thick abundance hiding her from me. There will be no fucking hiding from me this time. Placing the towels over her lower half, I leave them there to prepare her. She squirms but says nothing more.
Forcing myself to turn from her I go over to prepare the shaving cream. I am very deliberate as I mix the foam I hadmade special for her. It’s the vanilla-rose she loves so much with a little touch of menthol to make the shave clean. When the foam is thick, I walk over to her not bothering to hide my erection.
Laying the towels beside her, I take the brush. I paint the rounded curve of her lower abdomen below her navel, the little dip in the crevice that’s tucked away right before the rise of her mound where all that lovely hair is. I cover every inch of her pussy with the creamy foam.
“Damn,” I groan, looking at my handiwork. The contrast of the white foam against her beautiful brown skin has my dick pearling. “Don’t,” I say when her legs start closing. “Don’t mess up my creation. I’ll be forced to spank your pussy before I’m ready. And if I spank your pussy, I’m fucking it.” I watch her stiffen. Her legs fall back open. What I don’t say is I have every intention of fucking her. In fact, she’ll be begging me to. Only she won’t be rewarded that soon. Her punishment happens first.
Leaving her spread open for me, I sharpen the strop. Fifteen times on the front and fifteen on the back I swipe my straight razor on the strop. Holding it up, I watch light dance across the blade. Fascinated as always by my blades I imagine it gliding across her skin with precision. Though the desire to see her bleed is dampened by the feeling of causing her any pain or marking her skin more than I already have.
Going over to the chaise I kneel between her legs reveling in the pressure on my knees. I almost want more pain to heighten the experience. Pulling back her soft flesh I make a steady downward stroke of the blade removing her hair. Biting my lip I make another pass. “You’re being such a good little bitch, for me,” I growl. Her tummy sucks in at my words.
I can smell her pussy the way it blossoms under the heat of my regard. I meet her gaze when I finish the top half. “Hold your thighs.”
I press the mound of her fat pussy taking my time stroke after stroke freeing her of hair. Moving to the indentation of her thigh I swipe. She flinches. A thin line of blood trickles from her satiny flesh.
“I’m sorry.” She rushes to apologize but I’m already shaking my head.
“Very bad girl, Taylor. That will be ten swats,” I tsk, continuing.
She barely breathes while I continue to work. Ignoring the blood, I’m extra careful denuding her plump little lips. Moving lower still, I take hair from both her holes.
I place more warm towels over her newly bare areas. A little tinge of blood mars the pristine white of the towels and I shake my head. “You should have stayed still.”
Taking the towels, I toss them into the towel dispenser.
“Up,” I say, walking her over to the shower. Turning it on to a temperature shorter than the one of hell I know she loves I start to disrobe. Her eyes round but she knows better than to say shit to me.
“Inside.” Nodding, I wait to let her go before me. I pump and emulsify the shampoo spreading it over her hair. I push my dick into the crevice of her ass.
